Post by Eagleh on Feb 6, 2009 22:07:44 GMT -5
Name
Sandfoot
Age
29 moons
Gender
Female
Clan
WindClan
Rank
Senior Warrior
Peltage
Except from her sandy-coloured muzzle and paws, she is jet black from head to tail-tip. She has a muscular body; she is built for battle. She always seems to have a frown on her face. She has long legs, enabling her to run fast also. She has bright yellow eyes, and her coat is silky smooth. If not for her dull expression, you might even call her good-looking.
Personality
Sandfoot is a good warrior despite the fact that she is rude, sarcastic, and annoying. Her words are sharp, and rarely gives praise. When she does, it is very well deserved. She is one of the hardest warriors to impress. She takes great pride in her clan; she has proved her loyalty over and over. She wants an apprentice dearly so she can pass on her own skills, and contribute extra to her clan.
History
Not much of a history. She was born in WindClan to respected, pure-blooded parents. She grew up into an apprentice, and her father took her under his wing and took on the role of her mentor. As she got older, she became one of the most trusted and respected warriors in the clan, no cat doubting her loyalty.
IC
Sandfoot awoke to the sound of tiny paws running toward her. She opened her eyes, and wished she'd kept them closed. Three kits were sitting right in front of her face, staring wide-eyed as they waited for her to stand up. "What is it now?" the she-cat growled, keeping a stern tone despite the affection she felt for the kits. "Can we be apprentices now?" squeaked the first kit. "I want you to be my mentor!"
"No! She's my mentor!" growled the smaller kit beside her, and soon they were all squabbling.
"You're not old enough yet," Sandfoot told them. "You have a long time to wait yet." With that, she stretched out her muscles and padded out of the camp entrance for an early-morning hunt.
Password
Its Gone! o:
Sandfoot
Age
29 moons
Gender
Female
Clan
WindClan
Rank
Senior Warrior
Peltage
Except from her sandy-coloured muzzle and paws, she is jet black from head to tail-tip. She has a muscular body; she is built for battle. She always seems to have a frown on her face. She has long legs, enabling her to run fast also. She has bright yellow eyes, and her coat is silky smooth. If not for her dull expression, you might even call her good-looking.
Personality
Sandfoot is a good warrior despite the fact that she is rude, sarcastic, and annoying. Her words are sharp, and rarely gives praise. When she does, it is very well deserved. She is one of the hardest warriors to impress. She takes great pride in her clan; she has proved her loyalty over and over. She wants an apprentice dearly so she can pass on her own skills, and contribute extra to her clan.
History
Not much of a history. She was born in WindClan to respected, pure-blooded parents. She grew up into an apprentice, and her father took her under his wing and took on the role of her mentor. As she got older, she became one of the most trusted and respected warriors in the clan, no cat doubting her loyalty.
IC
Sandfoot awoke to the sound of tiny paws running toward her. She opened her eyes, and wished she'd kept them closed. Three kits were sitting right in front of her face, staring wide-eyed as they waited for her to stand up. "What is it now?" the she-cat growled, keeping a stern tone despite the affection she felt for the kits. "Can we be apprentices now?" squeaked the first kit. "I want you to be my mentor!"
"No! She's my mentor!" growled the smaller kit beside her, and soon they were all squabbling.
"You're not old enough yet," Sandfoot told them. "You have a long time to wait yet." With that, she stretched out her muscles and padded out of the camp entrance for an early-morning hunt.
Password
Its Gone! o:
