Post by Spottedfire on May 18, 2008 17:45:15 GMT -5
Name: Spottedfire
Gender: She-cat
Age: 16 moons
Clan: ShadowClan (ex-ThunderClan)
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Spottedfire has short, dark brown fur all over- With the exception of the bright orange flecks along her legs. They glow like fire embers when the sun falls on them. Not so different from a certain former leader. Her eyes are a bright, clear blue that contain sometimes times a mischievous gleam. But usually they're just happy. Her legs are strong and muscular, proving moons of her hard work.
Personality: Outspoken, bold and a little defiant. Spottedfire is not one to care if she stands out from the crowd. In fact, it's what she prefers. She does see how her adoptive Clanmates might not trust her, though, so she always makes sure she's as loyal and hard-working as possible. This she-cat loves the dark mysteries that the tall pines give off around her- Much more than ThunderClan territory.
History: She was born into ThunderClan as Spottedkit along with her sister, Blackkit. But even at a young age she felt out of place. The sunlight always filtered so much through the tall, looming oak trees, and the ground seemed hard and dry beneath her paws. Plus, she always argued with her sister about anything that came up. When she went to her first Gathering as Spottedpaw, she met a she-cat warrior in ShadowClan. Curious as usual, she asked her what life in the other Clan was like. While this new she-cat explained the dark tall pines and marshy ground, Spottedpaw recognized the territory of her desires. Two suns later she snuck away from the ThunderClan camp to ShadowClan. Most ShadowClan cats right away thought her story either stupid or pathetic. But Spottedpaw refused to leave, and with time it was almost like she blended in with them. By the time the next Gathering came along, the she-cat she had first met had become her mentor and she felt part of ShadowClan. She explained to her former leader that this was the choice she had made for her future, and she wouldn't regret it. She ended up living up to her promise, and became a full warrior of ShadowClan as Spottedfire.
RP: A dark, unmoving shape rested peacefully beneath the shadow of a pine tree. Only the gently movements of it's flank gave away the fact that it was alive. Slowly two clear blue eyes opened drowsily and took in the world around her. As she stood slowly and stretched, her mouth opened to reveal the sharp fang of a cat. As the she-cat walked calmly out of the shadow, the dim lighting revealed her pelt to her dark brown with fire-orange flecks around her legs. Her ears suddenly thingyed forward, and she immediately lowered into a stalking crouch. She dragged her paws stealthily against the marshy earth for three fox-lengths, her eyes focused on something hidden in shadow. Without warning she leaped into the air, coming down on top of the green-brown body of a frog. But the creature wriggled with all it's might and managed to escape her grasp. "Mouse dung!" The she-cat hissed, her blue eyes blazing as she leaped after in. Her brown pelt flashed through the collection of pine trees as she fallowed her prey. She knew it's burrow would be close by, so she would have to end this now. Leaping again, this time she came down harder on her prey and immediately bite the neck. The body went limp, and she knew she had won. "Gotcha." Spottedfire purred to herself, as she picked up the frog in her jaws and dashed back toward camp.
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Gender: She-cat
Age: 16 moons
Clan: ShadowClan (ex-ThunderClan)
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Spottedfire has short, dark brown fur all over- With the exception of the bright orange flecks along her legs. They glow like fire embers when the sun falls on them. Not so different from a certain former leader. Her eyes are a bright, clear blue that contain sometimes times a mischievous gleam. But usually they're just happy. Her legs are strong and muscular, proving moons of her hard work.
Personality: Outspoken, bold and a little defiant. Spottedfire is not one to care if she stands out from the crowd. In fact, it's what she prefers. She does see how her adoptive Clanmates might not trust her, though, so she always makes sure she's as loyal and hard-working as possible. This she-cat loves the dark mysteries that the tall pines give off around her- Much more than ThunderClan territory.
History: She was born into ThunderClan as Spottedkit along with her sister, Blackkit. But even at a young age she felt out of place. The sunlight always filtered so much through the tall, looming oak trees, and the ground seemed hard and dry beneath her paws. Plus, she always argued with her sister about anything that came up. When she went to her first Gathering as Spottedpaw, she met a she-cat warrior in ShadowClan. Curious as usual, she asked her what life in the other Clan was like. While this new she-cat explained the dark tall pines and marshy ground, Spottedpaw recognized the territory of her desires. Two suns later she snuck away from the ThunderClan camp to ShadowClan. Most ShadowClan cats right away thought her story either stupid or pathetic. But Spottedpaw refused to leave, and with time it was almost like she blended in with them. By the time the next Gathering came along, the she-cat she had first met had become her mentor and she felt part of ShadowClan. She explained to her former leader that this was the choice she had made for her future, and she wouldn't regret it. She ended up living up to her promise, and became a full warrior of ShadowClan as Spottedfire.
RP: A dark, unmoving shape rested peacefully beneath the shadow of a pine tree. Only the gently movements of it's flank gave away the fact that it was alive. Slowly two clear blue eyes opened drowsily and took in the world around her. As she stood slowly and stretched, her mouth opened to reveal the sharp fang of a cat. As the she-cat walked calmly out of the shadow, the dim lighting revealed her pelt to her dark brown with fire-orange flecks around her legs. Her ears suddenly thingyed forward, and she immediately lowered into a stalking crouch. She dragged her paws stealthily against the marshy earth for three fox-lengths, her eyes focused on something hidden in shadow. Without warning she leaped into the air, coming down on top of the green-brown body of a frog. But the creature wriggled with all it's might and managed to escape her grasp. "Mouse dung!" The she-cat hissed, her blue eyes blazing as she leaped after in. Her brown pelt flashed through the collection of pine trees as she fallowed her prey. She knew it's burrow would be close by, so she would have to end this now. Leaping again, this time she came down harder on her prey and immediately bite the neck. The body went limp, and she knew she had won. "Gotcha." Spottedfire purred to herself, as she picked up the frog in her jaws and dashed back toward camp.
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