Post by Eaglestar on Apr 9, 2009 18:32:53 GMT -5
Name: Redkit, Redpaw, Redfur, Foxbite
Gender: Female
Age: 32 moons.
Rank: Warrior
Description: Foxbite has red fur with odd markings and pale yellow eyes. She has a thick fluffy tail and long legs. Her body is thin and lithe so she doesn't fit in with the muscley cats of SwampClan and actually looks more like a LightningClan cat. Her ears are sharp and pointed with tuffs and she has a fox like muzzle. Theres a scar from a fox bite on her neck.
Personality: Foxbite is nothing like the cats of SwampClan. She is oftentimes seen at the edge of the border looking across the territory longingly. She's never fit in and hates her clan. She's not dark and cruel like her clanmates and always does whats right. Her pride and will are very strong although she is very nervous around the large cats of SwampClan, even if she never shows it. She is especially nervous around Owlstar young Darkpaw and at gatherings sometimes expresses her fears to the LeafClan leader, Crowstar. Even though she hates her clan, she follows the warrior code and puts her life on the line for it. Her name and scar is proof of that.
Kin: Mother-Bell(Dead)
Father-Talon(Dead)
Sister-Emberblaze
Picture:
RP sample: Foxbite stalked quietly through the wet grass of SwampClan. Every fur on her pelt was raised and her claws stayed unsheathed. She had caught the scent of a fox while hunting and now was jumping at every sound. She knew she had to get back to camp and warn Owlstar as soon as possible. A low growl brought her out of her thoughts of home and she spun around hissing to find a snarling fox. Its white teeth glinted in the moonlight and Foxbite surpressed a shiver. She let out an angry yowl and launched herself at the large creature. She raked her claws down the foxes pelt and got a couple good hits on it before she felt the wind get knocked out of her. She tried to get up but was swiftly pinned. A feeling of hopelessness wased over her as she felt large jaws grip her neck and pain shot through her body. She felt blood, warm and sticky, flow down her pelt. The last thing she heard before losing consciousnesss was the sound of angry yowls close by.
Gender: Female
Age: 32 moons.
Rank: Warrior
Description: Foxbite has red fur with odd markings and pale yellow eyes. She has a thick fluffy tail and long legs. Her body is thin and lithe so she doesn't fit in with the muscley cats of SwampClan and actually looks more like a LightningClan cat. Her ears are sharp and pointed with tuffs and she has a fox like muzzle. Theres a scar from a fox bite on her neck.
Personality: Foxbite is nothing like the cats of SwampClan. She is oftentimes seen at the edge of the border looking across the territory longingly. She's never fit in and hates her clan. She's not dark and cruel like her clanmates and always does whats right. Her pride and will are very strong although she is very nervous around the large cats of SwampClan, even if she never shows it. She is especially nervous around Owlstar young Darkpaw and at gatherings sometimes expresses her fears to the LeafClan leader, Crowstar. Even though she hates her clan, she follows the warrior code and puts her life on the line for it. Her name and scar is proof of that.
Kin: Mother-Bell(Dead)
Father-Talon(Dead)
Sister-Emberblaze
Picture:
RP sample: Foxbite stalked quietly through the wet grass of SwampClan. Every fur on her pelt was raised and her claws stayed unsheathed. She had caught the scent of a fox while hunting and now was jumping at every sound. She knew she had to get back to camp and warn Owlstar as soon as possible. A low growl brought her out of her thoughts of home and she spun around hissing to find a snarling fox. Its white teeth glinted in the moonlight and Foxbite surpressed a shiver. She let out an angry yowl and launched herself at the large creature. She raked her claws down the foxes pelt and got a couple good hits on it before she felt the wind get knocked out of her. She tried to get up but was swiftly pinned. A feeling of hopelessness wased over her as she felt large jaws grip her neck and pain shot through her body. She felt blood, warm and sticky, flow down her pelt. The last thing she heard before losing consciousnesss was the sound of angry yowls close by.
