Post by Darkstar on Sept 30, 2007 3:48:06 GMT -5
Cat's Name: DarkHeart
Gender: Female
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 15 Moons
Description:
DarkHeart has black fur except for a diamond shaped patch of white on her chest, which was quite unusual for a kit that had the face and body shape of a Manx.
She is very lean and has a long, thin tail.
Her claws are very large compared to the size of her body and fangs that sometimes hang over her bottom lip.
She has bright amber eyes that glimmer in the moonlight and shine in the sun.
She has short hair.
She is Manx <on her mothers side> and Shorthair <on her fathers side...her father was a pedigree>
Personality:
DarkHeart is very shy, but will stand up for what she believes in.
She would help anyone who needs help and is loyal to all of her friends.
She often bites off more than she can chew and will get into trouble easily, especially if she is standing up for one of her companions.
She is shy and quiet normally but when she is fighting for her clan she unleashes the fierce warrior that is always inside her.
She has a tendency to get lost in daydreams and forget her surroundings.
History:
She was born in Bearleaf.
She was born alone, as the only survivor in her litter.
Her mother, Dreamclaw, had taught her th ways of the world alone as DarkHeart's father had been chased into a river by hunting dogs, where he was swept by the water.
DarkHeart had found him, drowned, and knew by the teeth marks on him what had happened. She hated dogs more than the average kit, and took small dogs on by swiping at their faces and running like the wind.
Dreamclaw caught Whitecough hunting for the little food that there was in Bearleaf. Whitecough turned into Greencough and, though DarkHeart tried to help, Dreamclaw passed away, just after DarkHeart had become 11 moons old.
She soon made friends with a few members of the clan, though the pain of her parents death still lingers in her heart.
Other:------
Code word: forrest
IC/Sample post:
DarkHeart was out hunting in a harsh winters eve.
In the corner of her eye she saw a small, brown, baby mouse, running around the outside of a bush.
She dropped to the ground instinctively and nearly forgot to breathe.
This could be the mouse that brings her mother back to health. Her father was out hunting but he had been gone for a few days so he probably doesn't even know about Dreamclaw being ill.
She quietly stalked near the mouse; she was able to get very close because of the long grass.
But as she was about to pounce the mouse scurried back through the hedges.
DarkHeart's head lowered and she relaxed her tail. She was never good at catching anything. Her prey always saw her eyes glimmering.
She walked along the riverside, feeling as dejected as ever. She saw a dark figure in the distance.
Was it a bigger cat?
She immediately became frightened and walked cautiously, trying really hard not to be threatening.
DarkHeart then saw the cat was lying down, injured. She rushed to help, and soon she looked down at a familiar face.
"Father? Dad?" she nudged him, trying to wake him up.
Her eyes watered as she lay down beside her father. She tried to clean his wounds but it was hopeless.
He wasn't coming back. She new that.
She ran.
She didn't know where she was going she just wanted to get away.
she stopped and sat in a field, completely empty, and looked at the stars, wondering how her life could get any worse.
Gender: Female
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 15 Moons
Description:
DarkHeart has black fur except for a diamond shaped patch of white on her chest, which was quite unusual for a kit that had the face and body shape of a Manx.
She is very lean and has a long, thin tail.
Her claws are very large compared to the size of her body and fangs that sometimes hang over her bottom lip.
She has bright amber eyes that glimmer in the moonlight and shine in the sun.
She has short hair.
She is Manx <on her mothers side> and Shorthair <on her fathers side...her father was a pedigree>
Personality:
DarkHeart is very shy, but will stand up for what she believes in.
She would help anyone who needs help and is loyal to all of her friends.
She often bites off more than she can chew and will get into trouble easily, especially if she is standing up for one of her companions.
She is shy and quiet normally but when she is fighting for her clan she unleashes the fierce warrior that is always inside her.
She has a tendency to get lost in daydreams and forget her surroundings.
History:
She was born in Bearleaf.
She was born alone, as the only survivor in her litter.
Her mother, Dreamclaw, had taught her th ways of the world alone as DarkHeart's father had been chased into a river by hunting dogs, where he was swept by the water.
DarkHeart had found him, drowned, and knew by the teeth marks on him what had happened. She hated dogs more than the average kit, and took small dogs on by swiping at their faces and running like the wind.
Dreamclaw caught Whitecough hunting for the little food that there was in Bearleaf. Whitecough turned into Greencough and, though DarkHeart tried to help, Dreamclaw passed away, just after DarkHeart had become 11 moons old.
She soon made friends with a few members of the clan, though the pain of her parents death still lingers in her heart.
Other:------
Code word: forrest
IC/Sample post:
DarkHeart was out hunting in a harsh winters eve.
In the corner of her eye she saw a small, brown, baby mouse, running around the outside of a bush.
She dropped to the ground instinctively and nearly forgot to breathe.
This could be the mouse that brings her mother back to health. Her father was out hunting but he had been gone for a few days so he probably doesn't even know about Dreamclaw being ill.
She quietly stalked near the mouse; she was able to get very close because of the long grass.
But as she was about to pounce the mouse scurried back through the hedges.
DarkHeart's head lowered and she relaxed her tail. She was never good at catching anything. Her prey always saw her eyes glimmering.
She walked along the riverside, feeling as dejected as ever. She saw a dark figure in the distance.
Was it a bigger cat?
She immediately became frightened and walked cautiously, trying really hard not to be threatening.
DarkHeart then saw the cat was lying down, injured. She rushed to help, and soon she looked down at a familiar face.
"Father? Dad?" she nudged him, trying to wake him up.
Her eyes watered as she lay down beside her father. She tried to clean his wounds but it was hopeless.
He wasn't coming back. She new that.
She ran.
She didn't know where she was going she just wanted to get away.
she stopped and sat in a field, completely empty, and looked at the stars, wondering how her life could get any worse.
