Post by Spottedfire on May 28, 2008 16:07:58 GMT -5
Name: Wildfur
Gender: She-cat
Age: 15 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance:
Wildfur has a beautiful calico pelt. It has black, orange, and white all combined into one pelt. Her back and flanks are mostly black with flecks of orange, and the same goes for her tail. Her legs are black at the top, but give way to mostly white fur splattered with a bright orange. Her chest and underbelly are white. Now, her head is all black, but for one exception. Wildfur's right side of her face is orange. Right down the middle of her face, the two colors split. Even her nose is half orange! Her ears are tall and pointed, and her eyes are forest green like her mother's eyes.
Personality:
Wildfur is an energetic, fun-loving ball of calico fur. She'll never be the one to say no to a good hunt or run. She hates siting still, and often wishes and dreams that she could go out and explore the territory beyond. All-in-all, she does a good job in living up to her name ofWildfur.
History: Wildfur never knew her father. It was only the day after her eyes opened that Goldenclaw died. Wildkit's green eyes had seen maybe a flash of gold and nothing else. Not his proud green eyes or his powerful muscles. She yearned to know more about him, but the name of her father made his mother's eyes cloud with grief, so the young she-cat learned to avoid the subject. She occasionally asked the medicine cat or passing warriors about him, but that made their heart ake as well.
RP:
A pair of green eyes poked out from behind the holly bush. They gleamed with the thrill of the hunt as they focused of their target ahead. It was a brown-furred vole, about two tail-lengths away. It's back was to her as it scuffled for food. The green eyes slowly moved away from their position behind the shrubbery, and out from behind it crept a calico she-cat. She was as silent as air as she stalked the piece of prey in front of her. Thanks to the direction of the wind, it still didn't seem to notice her presence as she drew closer and closer until it as too late. It's nose twitched just as the calico she-cat sprang into the air and came down with her claws unsheathed. The vole let out one final squeal of pain before silencing for good.
Wildfur purred in her triumph as she picked up the dead vole in her jaws and began her journey back to camp.
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