Post by ~Wintertail~ on Jun 7, 2008 23:14:12 GMT -5
(This is for the Crawfish RP Hawkstar! I needed a ForestClan character anyway! ^^)
Name: Sandfur
Clan: ForestClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 27 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Description: This she-cat has very long hair from her nose to her tail. Her sand colored pelt is always soft and clean from her continues cleaning. She has beautiful green eyes that always seem to have a spark of happiness in them. As a matter of fact, her eyes always give away her feelings. Her ears are always perked up, especially when something interesting has brought up her curiosity. On her stomach is a small sandy patch that resembles a heart, and the same marking is on her forehead as well. The parts that aren't sand colored, are snowy-white. Her body is slim and sleek, perfect for a warrior.
Personality: Sandfur's very perky and happy when she's around good friends. Though if things look bleak, she's very doubtful of herself, and her abilities. She's very cautious when it comes to new things she's never seen, and is easily discouraged if it doesn't look easy. But she also tries her best all the time, 102% is how much she works. She very motivated if someone cheers her on, or compliments her on her abilities. She's also very caring for her clan mates and will do anything for them. She's sometimes really optimistic, and aways likes to think the cup as half full. She also has a lot of curiosity, she's likely to be killed by it(curiosity killed the cat lol! ^^)
History: Sandfur was born and raised in the clan very well. She had two brothers and two sisters, but sadly all of them died from Greencough. Sandfur's parents were so devastated, that they were so over protective over Sandfur. She couldn't hunt without two other warriors, she couldn't go into battles without someone watching over her, and she couldn't even get a drink of water without be followed! She finally had enough and ran away from the clan. She spent the night in ShoreClan territory to show that she could handle herself, but was found by a patrol and beaten up badly. When she came back her fur was matted, blood was drying in her sandy pelt, and her left eye had a claw mark on it. Her parents were mortified at what she had done. Sandfur told them that if they didn't let her do what she wanted alone, she would be crazy enough to do that stunt again. So they let up a bit on her, and slowly stopped following her around the camp. It turns out she was right, she could handle herself alone.
IC: Sandfur was laying in the warrior's den, staring out the wide entrance. She was very bored, all the patrols went out, and she wasn't picked. To make matters worse, all the other warriors went out with their apprentice to train and she didn't have a apprentice of her own.
"Of all the warriors to pick from, they happen to forget to pick me!?!" mewed Sandfur to herself, playing with a ball of moss she found on the floor.
She's easily entertained by life's simple pleasures, every cat knew that, so it wasn't completely boring. Suddenly she heard someone coming and quickly perked her ears up.
"Sandfur?" mewed Nettlepaw, peering into the dark cave, "You still here?"
Sandfur rose to her paws, and padded over to her clan mate.
"Of course I'm still here!" spat Sandfur with venom, "I don't have an apprentice and I wasn't picked for the patrol!"
Nettlepaw crouch in surprise. He'd never seen Sandfur so angry in his life. Sandfur relaxed and sat down on her haunches.
"Sorry Nettlepaw.." mewed Sandfur, "I'm just sorta tense from not being out for so long!
Nettlepaw stood back up nuzzled Sandfur on her cheek.
"It's fine, don't worry about it." mewed Nettlepaw.
Sandfur nuzzled him back, her eyes brimming with gratitude. She then padded back over to the ball of moss.
"You wanna play?" asked Sandfur, rolling it over to Nettlepaw.
"You bet I do!" mewed Nettlepaw, and the two cats began playing together.
Rules Password: [glow=yellow,2,300]Morning[/glow]
Name: Sandfur
Clan: ForestClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 27 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Description: This she-cat has very long hair from her nose to her tail. Her sand colored pelt is always soft and clean from her continues cleaning. She has beautiful green eyes that always seem to have a spark of happiness in them. As a matter of fact, her eyes always give away her feelings. Her ears are always perked up, especially when something interesting has brought up her curiosity. On her stomach is a small sandy patch that resembles a heart, and the same marking is on her forehead as well. The parts that aren't sand colored, are snowy-white. Her body is slim and sleek, perfect for a warrior.
Personality: Sandfur's very perky and happy when she's around good friends. Though if things look bleak, she's very doubtful of herself, and her abilities. She's very cautious when it comes to new things she's never seen, and is easily discouraged if it doesn't look easy. But she also tries her best all the time, 102% is how much she works. She very motivated if someone cheers her on, or compliments her on her abilities. She's also very caring for her clan mates and will do anything for them. She's sometimes really optimistic, and aways likes to think the cup as half full. She also has a lot of curiosity, she's likely to be killed by it(curiosity killed the cat lol! ^^)
History: Sandfur was born and raised in the clan very well. She had two brothers and two sisters, but sadly all of them died from Greencough. Sandfur's parents were so devastated, that they were so over protective over Sandfur. She couldn't hunt without two other warriors, she couldn't go into battles without someone watching over her, and she couldn't even get a drink of water without be followed! She finally had enough and ran away from the clan. She spent the night in ShoreClan territory to show that she could handle herself, but was found by a patrol and beaten up badly. When she came back her fur was matted, blood was drying in her sandy pelt, and her left eye had a claw mark on it. Her parents were mortified at what she had done. Sandfur told them that if they didn't let her do what she wanted alone, she would be crazy enough to do that stunt again. So they let up a bit on her, and slowly stopped following her around the camp. It turns out she was right, she could handle herself alone.
IC: Sandfur was laying in the warrior's den, staring out the wide entrance. She was very bored, all the patrols went out, and she wasn't picked. To make matters worse, all the other warriors went out with their apprentice to train and she didn't have a apprentice of her own.
"Of all the warriors to pick from, they happen to forget to pick me!?!" mewed Sandfur to herself, playing with a ball of moss she found on the floor.
She's easily entertained by life's simple pleasures, every cat knew that, so it wasn't completely boring. Suddenly she heard someone coming and quickly perked her ears up.
"Sandfur?" mewed Nettlepaw, peering into the dark cave, "You still here?"
Sandfur rose to her paws, and padded over to her clan mate.
"Of course I'm still here!" spat Sandfur with venom, "I don't have an apprentice and I wasn't picked for the patrol!"
Nettlepaw crouch in surprise. He'd never seen Sandfur so angry in his life. Sandfur relaxed and sat down on her haunches.
"Sorry Nettlepaw.." mewed Sandfur, "I'm just sorta tense from not being out for so long!
Nettlepaw stood back up nuzzled Sandfur on her cheek.
"It's fine, don't worry about it." mewed Nettlepaw.
Sandfur nuzzled him back, her eyes brimming with gratitude. She then padded back over to the ball of moss.
"You wanna play?" asked Sandfur, rolling it over to Nettlepaw.
"You bet I do!" mewed Nettlepaw, and the two cats began playing together.
Rules Password: [glow=yellow,2,300]Morning[/glow]