Post by Cedarpelt on Oct 18, 2005 19:37:46 GMT -5
Title: CEDARPELT
-Other Accounts: none
-Character: Cedarpelt
-Gender: female (she cat)
-Clan: Flamingclan
-Position: Deputy
-Appearance: Medium-long fur, reddish-light orange color, very faintly green eyes, cream chest and paws. Very faint stripes and a very faint tabby pattern on head and back.
-Personality: Sweet and loving, flirty and and loves kits. Likes to help heal cats, yet does not wish to become a medicine cat.
-History: Clan born and raised, father was born in Riverclan, mother born and raised in Thunderclan. Is not at all ashaimed of her half Clan blood. Is a very loyal and willing cat, completely devoted to her Clan.
-IC: Cedarpelt raised her head as the tiny scruffling noise of a mouse drifted to her ear. She tilted her head and open her mouth, scenting the air. She smelt it almost as soon as she opened her mouth, the unmistakable scent of prey. She dropped into a hunter crouch and stalk her prey, waiting for the right moment to pounce...she sprung forward and killed the mouse with one strong blow of her paw. 'I'd better take this back to the fresh kill pile..' she thought to herself...
-Picture:
www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Conwy/IMG0111.jpg
-Other Accounts: none
-Character: Cedarpelt
-Gender: female (she cat)
-Clan: Flamingclan
-Position: Deputy
-Appearance: Medium-long fur, reddish-light orange color, very faintly green eyes, cream chest and paws. Very faint stripes and a very faint tabby pattern on head and back.
-Personality: Sweet and loving, flirty and and loves kits. Likes to help heal cats, yet does not wish to become a medicine cat.
-History: Clan born and raised, father was born in Riverclan, mother born and raised in Thunderclan. Is not at all ashaimed of her half Clan blood. Is a very loyal and willing cat, completely devoted to her Clan.
-IC: Cedarpelt raised her head as the tiny scruffling noise of a mouse drifted to her ear. She tilted her head and open her mouth, scenting the air. She smelt it almost as soon as she opened her mouth, the unmistakable scent of prey. She dropped into a hunter crouch and stalk her prey, waiting for the right moment to pounce...she sprung forward and killed the mouse with one strong blow of her paw. 'I'd better take this back to the fresh kill pile..' she thought to herself...
-Picture:
www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Conwy/IMG0111.jpg
