Post by .:Thornpaw:. on Feb 17, 2007 17:01:46 GMT -5
Name: Inkpaw
Age: 8 moons
Alliance: RiverClan
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: she-cat
Appearance: www.kalalogos.com/gray%20cat.jpg Gray she-cat with a stormy pelt that sends streaks of dark down her back. The black streaks flow down her body entangling her gray fur. Her paws are dark gray, and she has a silvery underbelly. Her fur is long and luxurious, built for enduring ice and snow. Her Green eyes are enchanting, with splinters of ice around the edges.
Personality: Spontaneous, frank, and open Inkpaw Is fascinated by everything, and has a mature and deep understanding of the world around her. She displays a strong desire to explore, and has an adventurous and mischievous spirit. Inkpaw welcomes challenges, and is a born fighter. Cunning and wild, She tends to be into everything! And it sometimes gets her in trouble. Inkpaw is incredibly strong in body and mind. She has the strength to fight back fiercely, and her impulsive personality can get her carried away . Inkpaw is good-natured. Don't confuse this with gentleness or shyness. She will stand up for herself, and those around her in the right situation and has great determination when defending what she believes in. She is a defender of what is right; yet accepts the opinions of others. She is very energetic and eager to learn. She always stands up for her friends. She will not hesitate to come up with a sharp reply, her tongue is like an icy wind. She fights with ferocity and ice, as unforgiving as the mountains she was born under. She is a quick thinker, and has a sharp and cunning mind. She is very interested in herbs and the art of healing but she has found she enjoys fighting to much. Her hardy and enduring personality can get her through anything.
History: Born in a merciless ice storm into a ruthless rouge clan. Inkpaw’s life was a hard one, and a forbidden one. Her birth was of a medcat and leader. What’s worse is they were of two different clans. Her mother a bold and icy leader fell madly in love with a medcat of another clan. Her unplanned birth took place on a cold and bare mountain side, Inkkit along with her brother Nightkit were the only two to survive that terrible night. The birth did not go unnoticed, Her parent were forced to abandon them or face death. She and her brother Nightkit were separated, but vowed to one day find each other again. On her many travels, a hunter’s bullet nicked her and left her unconscious . Her dreams were haunted be the tortured face of her father, and the ice of a brutal storm. She woke with no memory on her past life. She wandered sick and hungry for many days images of her forgotten life plaguing her thoughts. She wandered into a RiverClan patrol, and they took in her sick and torn body, and nursed her to full health. Now she lives a semi normal life, though she knows she has a duty, a destiny, but she just cannot seem to remember.
ICC: The sounds of battle roared in her ears. The clearing reeked of blood and death, the sight made her step back in disgust. The clearing was littered with bodies, torn and ragged. The wounded were laying in a pool of their own glistening blood, their last images that of death and hate. She took a shuddering step forward, tears if cold silver beading down her cheek. A dark figure walked solemnly through field of death. His figure silhouetted on the darkening moon. His face, so forgiving, so familiar “Inkpaw…” She woke beads of sweat rippling across her pelt. Her face contorted with pain and sadness. She shook her head in frustration. “What do these dreams mean? Why do they plague me?” she murmured in wonder. She rolled over, her stormy pelt rippled as her muscular body stretched out. She looked to the moon, Her icy eyes ablaze with wonder. She hunkered down comfortably, and let the night take her.
SeCrEt WoRd: KiTs RoCk ;D
Age: 8 moons
Alliance: RiverClan
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: she-cat
Appearance: www.kalalogos.com/gray%20cat.jpg Gray she-cat with a stormy pelt that sends streaks of dark down her back. The black streaks flow down her body entangling her gray fur. Her paws are dark gray, and she has a silvery underbelly. Her fur is long and luxurious, built for enduring ice and snow. Her Green eyes are enchanting, with splinters of ice around the edges.
Personality: Spontaneous, frank, and open Inkpaw Is fascinated by everything, and has a mature and deep understanding of the world around her. She displays a strong desire to explore, and has an adventurous and mischievous spirit. Inkpaw welcomes challenges, and is a born fighter. Cunning and wild, She tends to be into everything! And it sometimes gets her in trouble. Inkpaw is incredibly strong in body and mind. She has the strength to fight back fiercely, and her impulsive personality can get her carried away . Inkpaw is good-natured. Don't confuse this with gentleness or shyness. She will stand up for herself, and those around her in the right situation and has great determination when defending what she believes in. She is a defender of what is right; yet accepts the opinions of others. She is very energetic and eager to learn. She always stands up for her friends. She will not hesitate to come up with a sharp reply, her tongue is like an icy wind. She fights with ferocity and ice, as unforgiving as the mountains she was born under. She is a quick thinker, and has a sharp and cunning mind. She is very interested in herbs and the art of healing but she has found she enjoys fighting to much. Her hardy and enduring personality can get her through anything.
History: Born in a merciless ice storm into a ruthless rouge clan. Inkpaw’s life was a hard one, and a forbidden one. Her birth was of a medcat and leader. What’s worse is they were of two different clans. Her mother a bold and icy leader fell madly in love with a medcat of another clan. Her unplanned birth took place on a cold and bare mountain side, Inkkit along with her brother Nightkit were the only two to survive that terrible night. The birth did not go unnoticed, Her parent were forced to abandon them or face death. She and her brother Nightkit were separated, but vowed to one day find each other again. On her many travels, a hunter’s bullet nicked her and left her unconscious . Her dreams were haunted be the tortured face of her father, and the ice of a brutal storm. She woke with no memory on her past life. She wandered sick and hungry for many days images of her forgotten life plaguing her thoughts. She wandered into a RiverClan patrol, and they took in her sick and torn body, and nursed her to full health. Now she lives a semi normal life, though she knows she has a duty, a destiny, but she just cannot seem to remember.
ICC: The sounds of battle roared in her ears. The clearing reeked of blood and death, the sight made her step back in disgust. The clearing was littered with bodies, torn and ragged. The wounded were laying in a pool of their own glistening blood, their last images that of death and hate. She took a shuddering step forward, tears if cold silver beading down her cheek. A dark figure walked solemnly through field of death. His figure silhouetted on the darkening moon. His face, so forgiving, so familiar “Inkpaw…” She woke beads of sweat rippling across her pelt. Her face contorted with pain and sadness. She shook her head in frustration. “What do these dreams mean? Why do they plague me?” she murmured in wonder. She rolled over, her stormy pelt rippled as her muscular body stretched out. She looked to the moon, Her icy eyes ablaze with wonder. She hunkered down comfortably, and let the night take her.
SeCrEt WoRd: KiTs RoCk ;D
Hehe.