Post by Ebonstar on Jan 22, 2010 3:01:25 GMT
Name:: Skysong
Age:: 12 Moons
Clan:: Shadowclan
Rank:: New Warrior
Gender:: Female
Physical Appearance:: Skysong is a Maine Coon, meaning her long, soft pelt is a blue-ish grey. Her steel eyes see more than one would expect, and even though you would expect at least some, she has no battle scars. The only thing marring her willowy beauty is a small scar that cuts diagonally from the top of her nose to the opposing corner of her right eye, and it was from an accident when she was a young kit. She is smaller than the average cat, making her able to get out of tight situations, yet posesses more strength than one would think.
Personality:: Skysong is a mostly gentle, caring cat who loves the company of others. She is very sociable but hidden under the calm exterior is the heart of a fighter. She is quick to learn and rapidly gained a reputation for her cunning and fast mind. She is extremely fast and has quick reflexes. She is ruthless on the battlefield, and it almost seems like he has been possesed. She has a very sarcastic-based humor and has a short temper. One thing most cats don't know about her is that she has what could be classified as sixth sense. She get a wierd feeling when something big is going to happen[bad or good], or when she is being watched, making her hard to sneak up on, and extremely valuble to Shadowclan, though not even the leader knows about it.
RP:: A blue-grey she-cat slipped out of the camp entrance and breezed past the other cat around with an air of nobility. Skysong, a newly made warrior, was heading in to Deep Forest in an effort to calm herself. She was edgy, and her 'feeling' was upon her, and since she knew for a fact no-one was following, it meant something was coming, something big. The last time she got the 'feeling' was just before her mother died, leaving Skysong alone in the world. Shaking her head, the maine coon looked around, finding herself in he forset already. Picking a tree at random, she sat underneath it's huge branches and tried to think of what could be about to happen.
Age:: 12 Moons
Clan:: Shadowclan
Rank:: New Warrior
Gender:: Female
Physical Appearance:: Skysong is a Maine Coon, meaning her long, soft pelt is a blue-ish grey. Her steel eyes see more than one would expect, and even though you would expect at least some, she has no battle scars. The only thing marring her willowy beauty is a small scar that cuts diagonally from the top of her nose to the opposing corner of her right eye, and it was from an accident when she was a young kit. She is smaller than the average cat, making her able to get out of tight situations, yet posesses more strength than one would think.
Personality:: Skysong is a mostly gentle, caring cat who loves the company of others. She is very sociable but hidden under the calm exterior is the heart of a fighter. She is quick to learn and rapidly gained a reputation for her cunning and fast mind. She is extremely fast and has quick reflexes. She is ruthless on the battlefield, and it almost seems like he has been possesed. She has a very sarcastic-based humor and has a short temper. One thing most cats don't know about her is that she has what could be classified as sixth sense. She get a wierd feeling when something big is going to happen[bad or good], or when she is being watched, making her hard to sneak up on, and extremely valuble to Shadowclan, though not even the leader knows about it.
RP:: A blue-grey she-cat slipped out of the camp entrance and breezed past the other cat around with an air of nobility. Skysong, a newly made warrior, was heading in to Deep Forest in an effort to calm herself. She was edgy, and her 'feeling' was upon her, and since she knew for a fact no-one was following, it meant something was coming, something big. The last time she got the 'feeling' was just before her mother died, leaving Skysong alone in the world. Shaking her head, the maine coon looked around, finding herself in he forset already. Picking a tree at random, she sat underneath it's huge branches and tried to think of what could be about to happen.