Post by Briar on Oct 28, 2010 21:55:00 GMT -5
Cats name: Briarsong
Age: 20 moons
Group: Windclan
Gender: She-cat
Position: Warrior
Description: Briarsong is a light brown tabby she-cat with white paws and a white tail-tip. Her eyes are a striking shade of green.
Personality: Briarsong is, above all, loyal. She is determined to stick to the warrior code like a caterpillar to a leaf. She wants to be the best warrior that she possibly can, like her late brother, Swiftbreeze, wanted to be. She has fairly good judgement and knows when she can bend the warrior code for the sake of the Clan. She is not ambitious, however, and is happy just being a warrior. Her greatest flaw is her temper, which tends to flare up when she is aggravated, but she tries her best to be kind and thoughtful.
Family: Swiftbreeze, (dead) Emberpaw (dead)
History: As a kit she admired the warriors going out into the territory and coming back with fresh-kill, and vowed that someday she would be like them. Her brother encouraged her and her sister Emberkit with her dreams of becoming a warrior, although Emberkit dreamed of being a medicine cat one day. Sadly, barely a moon into the kits' apprenticeship, Emberpaw was killed by a fox while out collecting herbs. Swiftpaw and Briarpaw continued their apprenticeship with heavy hearts, although the pain eventually went away, the two of them never forgot their sister. Later, as a warrior, Swiftbreeze was killed by greencough, only because he insisted on patrolling and hunting even though he was coming down with the sickness. To this day Briarsong strives to be like her brave brother and caring sister.
Role play sample: Briarsong prowled through the undulating sea of moorland grass, allowing the blades to brush against her light brown pelt. Her eyes gleamed in the strange half-light of twilight. She was heading towards the setting sun, so any prey that might be in her path would not notice her shadow, which streamed out behind her like an echo of her lithe, long body. Pausing, the WindClan she-cat opened her jaws and drew air over her scent glands. The delicious smell of rabbit wafted past her, and she spotted the rabbit itself a fox-length away. Creeping forward, her belly fur brushing the ground, Briarsong slowly advanced on it, setting each paw down lightly.
Suddenly the rabbit pricked its ears, its brown eyes wide, and bounded away, startled. "Mouse dung!" the she-cat spat. "I was downwind, too. I wonder what could have scared it?" she murmured quietly to herself.
Codeword: Cherry pie
Age: 20 moons
Group: Windclan
Gender: She-cat
Position: Warrior
Description: Briarsong is a light brown tabby she-cat with white paws and a white tail-tip. Her eyes are a striking shade of green.
Personality: Briarsong is, above all, loyal. She is determined to stick to the warrior code like a caterpillar to a leaf. She wants to be the best warrior that she possibly can, like her late brother, Swiftbreeze, wanted to be. She has fairly good judgement and knows when she can bend the warrior code for the sake of the Clan. She is not ambitious, however, and is happy just being a warrior. Her greatest flaw is her temper, which tends to flare up when she is aggravated, but she tries her best to be kind and thoughtful.
Family: Swiftbreeze, (dead) Emberpaw (dead)
History: As a kit she admired the warriors going out into the territory and coming back with fresh-kill, and vowed that someday she would be like them. Her brother encouraged her and her sister Emberkit with her dreams of becoming a warrior, although Emberkit dreamed of being a medicine cat one day. Sadly, barely a moon into the kits' apprenticeship, Emberpaw was killed by a fox while out collecting herbs. Swiftpaw and Briarpaw continued their apprenticeship with heavy hearts, although the pain eventually went away, the two of them never forgot their sister. Later, as a warrior, Swiftbreeze was killed by greencough, only because he insisted on patrolling and hunting even though he was coming down with the sickness. To this day Briarsong strives to be like her brave brother and caring sister.
Role play sample: Briarsong prowled through the undulating sea of moorland grass, allowing the blades to brush against her light brown pelt. Her eyes gleamed in the strange half-light of twilight. She was heading towards the setting sun, so any prey that might be in her path would not notice her shadow, which streamed out behind her like an echo of her lithe, long body. Pausing, the WindClan she-cat opened her jaws and drew air over her scent glands. The delicious smell of rabbit wafted past her, and she spotted the rabbit itself a fox-length away. Creeping forward, her belly fur brushing the ground, Briarsong slowly advanced on it, setting each paw down lightly.
Suddenly the rabbit pricked its ears, its brown eyes wide, and bounded away, startled. "Mouse dung!" the she-cat spat. "I was downwind, too. I wonder what could have scared it?" she murmured quietly to herself.
Codeword: Cherry pie
