Post by Homko on Dec 18, 2012 21:42:15 GMT -5
Character information[/u]
Name: Mistfur
Age (in moons): 25
Gender: Female
Allegiance: MarshClan Warrior
Appearance: ( X)
Mistfur is a fairly small grey molly. Her chest is white while her legs, back, and thighs are ridden with almost leopard print black stripes and blotches. Her legs are fairly long, ending with big paws perfect for keeping her footing in the marshlands of her Clan’s territory. Her eyes are dull green in color.
Personality: Mistfur is quiet and polite. She can always find the right thing to say, with a few exceptions of course. She tries to do everything she can for her friends no matter what it is. Because of this trait she is very easy to use for your own devices. She’s naïve up until battle, where she’s very observant and understands what to do and when to do it.
History: Mistfur was born on a foggy day in the marshlands, her coat blending into the misty air and thus giving her the name Mist instead of something like Stone. She had always been a small cat, and when she was a kit her mother thought it unhealthy. She grew up fine and is a very strong warrior. Her huge paws help with sheathed claw training moves. And this was especially useful when she was an Apprentice.
When fighting her mentor, Mistpaw used her oversized paws to her advantage. She would give a blow to the face, stunning the other cat, then go for a mortal blow. This worked up until her mentor figured out exactly what she was doing. Although she was banned from using that technique as an Apprentice, she still uses it on occasion as a Warrior. Sometimes a well-timed stun attack can mean the difference between life and death.
On the night of her Warrior Vigil there was a thick fog, just like the day of her birth. She relished in the humidity of the low clouds and how much cover they gave her from the non-existent enemies she imagined she was protecting the Clan from. Throughout the whole night she sat completely camouflaged in silence, anticipating an enemy she never really thought would come, and rightly didn’t.
RPer information[/u]
Name: Sam
First language: English
Literacy level: semi-lit
Name: Mistfur
Age (in moons): 25
Gender: Female
Allegiance: MarshClan Warrior
Appearance: ( X)
Mistfur is a fairly small grey molly. Her chest is white while her legs, back, and thighs are ridden with almost leopard print black stripes and blotches. Her legs are fairly long, ending with big paws perfect for keeping her footing in the marshlands of her Clan’s territory. Her eyes are dull green in color.
Personality: Mistfur is quiet and polite. She can always find the right thing to say, with a few exceptions of course. She tries to do everything she can for her friends no matter what it is. Because of this trait she is very easy to use for your own devices. She’s naïve up until battle, where she’s very observant and understands what to do and when to do it.
History: Mistfur was born on a foggy day in the marshlands, her coat blending into the misty air and thus giving her the name Mist instead of something like Stone. She had always been a small cat, and when she was a kit her mother thought it unhealthy. She grew up fine and is a very strong warrior. Her huge paws help with sheathed claw training moves. And this was especially useful when she was an Apprentice.
When fighting her mentor, Mistpaw used her oversized paws to her advantage. She would give a blow to the face, stunning the other cat, then go for a mortal blow. This worked up until her mentor figured out exactly what she was doing. Although she was banned from using that technique as an Apprentice, she still uses it on occasion as a Warrior. Sometimes a well-timed stun attack can mean the difference between life and death.
On the night of her Warrior Vigil there was a thick fog, just like the day of her birth. She relished in the humidity of the low clouds and how much cover they gave her from the non-existent enemies she imagined she was protecting the Clan from. Throughout the whole night she sat completely camouflaged in silence, anticipating an enemy she never really thought would come, and rightly didn’t.
RPer information[/u]
Name: Sam
First language: English
Literacy level: semi-lit
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