Post by Apples on Mar 15, 2008 19:00:51 GMT -5
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Name:
Bearwhisker
Age:
24 moons/8 seasons/ 2 year
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
Brookclan
Personality:
Bearwhisker is a really hyper she-cat. She is hardly ever mad, which makes it easy to get by her. Bearwhisker is always on the move. She is really active and can't stay still, this is way she loves the night.
Apperance:
A light brown she-cat with black paws. Her face is light brown with a patch of black that is her muzzle and around her eyes to her forehead. Her ears are black as well as her tail tip. Her re-end is a darker brown, like her underbelly. Her eyes are a very clear amber.
Rp example:
A gentle rain storm grew near as two tiny kits stuggled to get into the den. "Hurry dears." A older voice sounded as the two kits saw a dark shape lung into the den before them. "Mama." Shouted the she-kit, as she drove into the den as well. "Bearkit? Mama?" Yelped a little grey and white kit. Than a yowl broke the storm. The kit was being thrown around by these cats as if they thought he was moss. Than rain and thunder. Lightning and wind. The kit and the cats. Were gone. "Applekit." Whispered the little kit by the name of Bearkit.
Will you advertise?:
Sure
Name:
Bearwhisker
Age:
24 moons/8 seasons/ 2 year
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
Brookclan
Personality:
Bearwhisker is a really hyper she-cat. She is hardly ever mad, which makes it easy to get by her. Bearwhisker is always on the move. She is really active and can't stay still, this is way she loves the night.
Apperance:
A light brown she-cat with black paws. Her face is light brown with a patch of black that is her muzzle and around her eyes to her forehead. Her ears are black as well as her tail tip. Her re-end is a darker brown, like her underbelly. Her eyes are a very clear amber.
Rp example:
A gentle rain storm grew near as two tiny kits stuggled to get into the den. "Hurry dears." A older voice sounded as the two kits saw a dark shape lung into the den before them. "Mama." Shouted the she-kit, as she drove into the den as well. "Bearkit? Mama?" Yelped a little grey and white kit. Than a yowl broke the storm. The kit was being thrown around by these cats as if they thought he was moss. Than rain and thunder. Lightning and wind. The kit and the cats. Were gone. "Applekit." Whispered the little kit by the name of Bearkit.
Will you advertise?:
Sure
