Post by windrace on Jul 6, 2008 22:40:37 GMT -5
Name: Windrace
Age: 2 seasons
Gender: Female
Clan: no clan/ loner
Position:
Personality: Windrace is fierce and proud. She dislikes other cats but sees the reason behind safety in numbers. In the few times that she came in contact with them, Windrace discovered that she loves kits, but has a severe dislike of old cats. Windrace loves nothing more than running and feeling the wind blow through her fur. She also hates squirrel and other forest food although she will eat it if she must. She much prefers the taste of rabbit or hare.
Cat Description: Windrace is streamlined and was built for speed. It's almost like she was born to run. Her short, spiky fur is black with silver tips. Windrace also has thick silver stripes around her tail and back paws.Her front paws had a strange red-ginger color that seemed to bleed into her legs before fading into black. Her eyes were an intense dark green that seemed to flicker and shine when light touched them. Her legs are long and slender and her paws are strong and durable.
History: Windrace was born in in a desert with her mother and three sisters. Competition was fierce as food was scarce and the youngest of the sisters quickly died before she was even one moon old. The other sisters followed shortly, leaving Windrace (Wind, as she was called then) alone with her mother. When Wind was about 6 weeks, her mother started calling her Wind race because she was so energetic and training her to hunt and defend herself. When she was 8 weeks old her mother fell ill and died. Alone, Windrace traveled fa and wide to learn what she could of the world. Recently, she had heard about clans of cats living to the east of her and turned her paws that way, curious.
Role-Playing Example: Windrace padded along the shadowed deer trail, her body low to the ground, her eyes searching for enemies. Crossing a shallow stream, she had caught scent of a small group of felines along the stream bed. Hearing a rustling noise up ahead in a clearing, Windrace scurried forward silently to see a young queen and her kits padding into the sunlight. Feeling relieved, she stepped out of the shadows and meowed a reassurance that she wouldn't harm them. The mother still looked nervous as Windrace approached wide-eyed and non-threatening. "Your kits are adorable" She purred.
Other Notes:
Age: 2 seasons
Gender: Female
Clan: no clan/ loner
Position:
Personality: Windrace is fierce and proud. She dislikes other cats but sees the reason behind safety in numbers. In the few times that she came in contact with them, Windrace discovered that she loves kits, but has a severe dislike of old cats. Windrace loves nothing more than running and feeling the wind blow through her fur. She also hates squirrel and other forest food although she will eat it if she must. She much prefers the taste of rabbit or hare.
Cat Description: Windrace is streamlined and was built for speed. It's almost like she was born to run. Her short, spiky fur is black with silver tips. Windrace also has thick silver stripes around her tail and back paws.Her front paws had a strange red-ginger color that seemed to bleed into her legs before fading into black. Her eyes were an intense dark green that seemed to flicker and shine when light touched them. Her legs are long and slender and her paws are strong and durable.
History: Windrace was born in in a desert with her mother and three sisters. Competition was fierce as food was scarce and the youngest of the sisters quickly died before she was even one moon old. The other sisters followed shortly, leaving Windrace (Wind, as she was called then) alone with her mother. When Wind was about 6 weeks, her mother started calling her Wind race because she was so energetic and training her to hunt and defend herself. When she was 8 weeks old her mother fell ill and died. Alone, Windrace traveled fa and wide to learn what she could of the world. Recently, she had heard about clans of cats living to the east of her and turned her paws that way, curious.
Role-Playing Example: Windrace padded along the shadowed deer trail, her body low to the ground, her eyes searching for enemies. Crossing a shallow stream, she had caught scent of a small group of felines along the stream bed. Hearing a rustling noise up ahead in a clearing, Windrace scurried forward silently to see a young queen and her kits padding into the sunlight. Feeling relieved, she stepped out of the shadows and meowed a reassurance that she wouldn't harm them. The mother still looked nervous as Windrace approached wide-eyed and non-threatening. "Your kits are adorable" She purred.
Other Notes: