Post by Blackbird on Jun 23, 2009 16:34:43 GMT -5
Name: Robin, Robinfeather
Gender: She-cat
Age: 23 moons
Rank: Warrior
Description: Short, smooth fur line Robinfeather's slightly petite body, the same color as clouds turned golden by the sun. Dark, velvety brown lines snake their way around her body, curling and curving their way around her sleek form. They cascade down her well-muscled shoulders; They come in tiny curliques around her tiny paws; They form ringlets around her long, thin tail; They break the soft lines of her face with suprising sharpness. Her deep, crystalline eyes are her best feature. They start deep truquiose near the pupil, fanning out and fading, making an oddly hypnotic effect....if you look too deeply into her eyes, searching for her well-hidden emotions, it's nearly imposssible to pull yourself out. Many may well see her as delicate, her form soft, despite the swarm of tattoo-like tabby lines swirling on her pelt. She gives off a young, impressionable aura that just makes everyone want to protect her and love her. She hates it.
Personality: Independant and free-minded, she is definitely not your average kittypet. She hates her looks, her Clan, her Clanmates, her attacks...the only things she is really attached to are her brother, and her world. She loves looking at the delicate and unmarked beauty of nature, and can sit and gaze for hours at a simple flower, or a gurgling stream. Hunting is one of her favorite passtimes, as she can wander around with an excuse. She'd rather not fight, and isn't good at it...if she sees anybody she knows well and likes, she may go into panic mode. And that is something best avoided.
Her brother, Spottedpelt, has a natural urge to protect her, ever since their escapade at the twolegplace. He thinks it is his duty to make sure no harm comes to her, and he really takes his 'job' seriously. She thinks it is her duty to add some humor to his life, easing awkward and high-tension moments. He is usually like a pillar of strength for her-especially after an attack. What are these attacks, you ask? Well, it ties in with her history, so I wouldn't want to ruin the suprise.
Kin: Brother: Spottedpelt
Mother: ...I forget....
Picture:
Other: What exactly are her attacks? Panic attacks.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 23 moons
Rank: Warrior
Description: Short, smooth fur line Robinfeather's slightly petite body, the same color as clouds turned golden by the sun. Dark, velvety brown lines snake their way around her body, curling and curving their way around her sleek form. They cascade down her well-muscled shoulders; They come in tiny curliques around her tiny paws; They form ringlets around her long, thin tail; They break the soft lines of her face with suprising sharpness. Her deep, crystalline eyes are her best feature. They start deep truquiose near the pupil, fanning out and fading, making an oddly hypnotic effect....if you look too deeply into her eyes, searching for her well-hidden emotions, it's nearly imposssible to pull yourself out. Many may well see her as delicate, her form soft, despite the swarm of tattoo-like tabby lines swirling on her pelt. She gives off a young, impressionable aura that just makes everyone want to protect her and love her. She hates it.
Personality: Independant and free-minded, she is definitely not your average kittypet. She hates her looks, her Clan, her Clanmates, her attacks...the only things she is really attached to are her brother, and her world. She loves looking at the delicate and unmarked beauty of nature, and can sit and gaze for hours at a simple flower, or a gurgling stream. Hunting is one of her favorite passtimes, as she can wander around with an excuse. She'd rather not fight, and isn't good at it...if she sees anybody she knows well and likes, she may go into panic mode. And that is something best avoided.
Her brother, Spottedpelt, has a natural urge to protect her, ever since their escapade at the twolegplace. He thinks it is his duty to make sure no harm comes to her, and he really takes his 'job' seriously. She thinks it is her duty to add some humor to his life, easing awkward and high-tension moments. He is usually like a pillar of strength for her-especially after an attack. What are these attacks, you ask? Well, it ties in with her history, so I wouldn't want to ruin the suprise.
Kin: Brother: Spottedpelt
Mother: ...I forget....
Picture:
Other: What exactly are her attacks? Panic attacks.
