Post by SoN oF a BiScUiT! on Jan 22, 2007 16:07:54 GMT -5
Name:
Heatherstorm
Clan:
BrightClan
Position:
Warrior
Age:
13 moons
Gender:
she cat
Peltage:
Light tan pelt, striped with darker color. Average size, thin and lanky, violet colored optics. Strong and lythe.
Picture:
There is almost no cat on google with violet eyes!
Personality:
Very bold and ambitious. Not Tigerstar type ambition though. Wants to be a deputy some day. Not particularly friendly.
IC:
Heatherstorm creeped through the grass of BrightClans valley. The tan colored she cat could hear a small lean rabbit scuffling behind a pale pink flower. Heatherstorm's violet optics focused on the flower, pinpointing exactly where the rabbit was. Her tail twitched. The huntress, crouched lower, putting all her weight into her haunches. Her muscles strained, but Heatherstorm held her self steady. Then, she leaped. The shecat let all her weight collapse onto the rabbit. Then she bit. Heatherstorm could feel the splinter of bones as her teeth crushed the rabbit. Normally Heatherstorm would almost take pity, and finish it off painlessly. But none of that mattered now. The shecat had gotten her prey.
Code:
fourtrees
Heatherstorm
Clan:
BrightClan
Position:
Warrior
Age:
13 moons
Gender:
she cat
Peltage:
Light tan pelt, striped with darker color. Average size, thin and lanky, violet colored optics. Strong and lythe.
Picture:
There is almost no cat on google with violet eyes!
Personality:
Very bold and ambitious. Not Tigerstar type ambition though. Wants to be a deputy some day. Not particularly friendly.
IC:
Heatherstorm creeped through the grass of BrightClans valley. The tan colored she cat could hear a small lean rabbit scuffling behind a pale pink flower. Heatherstorm's violet optics focused on the flower, pinpointing exactly where the rabbit was. Her tail twitched. The huntress, crouched lower, putting all her weight into her haunches. Her muscles strained, but Heatherstorm held her self steady. Then, she leaped. The shecat let all her weight collapse onto the rabbit. Then she bit. Heatherstorm could feel the splinter of bones as her teeth crushed the rabbit. Normally Heatherstorm would almost take pity, and finish it off painlessly. But none of that mattered now. The shecat had gotten her prey.
Code:
fourtrees
