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Post by boo on Jan 31, 2010 19:59:42 GMT -5
[Milkfur] [Her fur is the color of milk.]
[She-Cat] [Shadowclan] [40 Moons] [Warrior]
____________[Milkfur is a small, compact she-cat. Her shoulders are narrow, but not too small. Her back is barely arched; when her fur stands up, it makes her look twice as tall. Her legs are short and sturdy, perfect for gliding soundlessly over marsh-lands, and, to add to that advantage, she also has webbed toes on all four feet! Her fur is long and soft, and one would think it'd always be clogged with mud from hunting in the swamps of Shadowclan, but, Milkfur's genetics found a way around that. The fur on her tail, back and head is long and sweeping, but the fur on her under-belly and legs is short, making grooming a breeze! She says it was just luck, but her mother had the same kind of coat, too.
Her fur is an odd color for a Shadowclan cat, the majority is a creamy white, while her ears and tail are a light ginger. The tips of her front paws are also light ginger, but not her back paws. Her eyes are light green, and as big as the full moon. There are two tufts of fur on her ears, like a linx, and they are the same color as the rest of her ears. Her nose and pads are light pink and fleshy, and seldom leave the soft marsh-ground.
Milkfur isn't just the dainty she-cat she may seem to be. She is a fierce fighter, and has the scars to prove it. She has a nasty one on her left flank from a border patrol scuffle, and a gash on her right front fore-leg from a battle with Thunderclan. ]
____________[PERSONA]
Milkfur is not as gentle as she may appear to be. She is a nice she-cat, don't get me wrong, but she also believes in hard-work. She is serious about her duties; she does what she needs to do, and she 'takes no prisoners', so to speak. Her past apprentice thought he'd be getting off easy when he was asigned to her, but, oh, was he mistaken! She worked that young cat to the bone. She is caring, but likes to get her work done. Somehow, she always finds time to groom her pelt, though!
____________[HISTORY]
Milkfur started life as the runt of her litter. Her sister Briarkit was the biggest, and even lttle Darkkit, her brother, outsized her. She didn't let that stop her, though. She was taught early by her mother not to let size define her greatness, and she was apprenticed right along side her siblings, trained along side, battled and hunted along side them. But one thing she couldn't do was deflect with them. Darkpaw and Briarpaw, for all their good intentions, didn't find clan life suitable for them. Milkpaw was quite sad to see them leave Shadowclan, and right before their warrior cerimonies, too! But she knew thay had to do what they had to do, and she saw them off with love in her eyes.
She was given the warrior name Milkfur, in honor of her milky fur, and has had a pretty normal life since. She's had one apprentice, she's battled her fair share of battles, and she's hunted countless mice for her clan. She wasn't surprised when her mother passed, Starlingtail was an old she-cat, and now Milkfur is blessed to have her mother watch over from Starclan.
____________[IC]
Milkfur licked the mud out from between her webbed toes. Bleck! She'd been tasting it her whole life, but she still couldn't get used to the sour taste of the stuff! It was almost sunset, the last golden lights of the day were dimming, and the fire-bugs were just starting to emerge. Milkfur always thought it was strange how those curious little bugs servived in the winter? It was always so cold during leaf-bare, but Milkfur never noticed much, her fur was so long, it kept her mostly warm. The only bad part was the mud! She still had one more leg to clean, so, dismally, she returned to her grooming.
____________[FAMILY]
Starlingtail (Mother) - Dead Briarpaw (Sister) - Missing, a rougue Darkpaw (Brother) - Missing, a rougue
____________[PASSWORD]
AURORA
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Post by Crane on Jan 31, 2010 23:29:10 GMT -5
This is a fantastic profile, and I love Milkfur's personality. Accepted!
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