Post by GrayGhost on Jun 8, 2007 21:25:09 GMT -5
Name: Firemask
Clan: Mistclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen moons
Personality: Somewhat shallow. She can be a snob to loners, apprentices and elders, she has also been known to flirt with attractive males from other clans. However at the core of it she would put her clan above all else, this side of her is only rarely seen.
Appearance:Charcoal gray, with an uncanny red mark around her eyes that looks like a feathery mask. Firemask is a longhair. Her voice is very high and pretty like a kit's.
Past: Firemask was in the last litter of an older queen. She didn't have an amazing upbringing. No tragedies, and she who her father was. She was brought up pretty well, maybe even too well. She had was what you would call a spoilt kit. Lately, at the clan gatherings, she's been noticing a treeclan cat looking at her, but when she tries to flirt he always manages to disappear.
Example RP: Firemask nodded to her friend, then her eyes unfocused as she noticed that cat again. The muscular, pale gray cat. His green eyes drilled a hole into her, but when he noticed her looking, the cat looked away.
"That's great," she told her friend, and made her way through the cats. The full moon was shining down on her charcoal coat, and the scents of the four clans intermingled. She walked slow, letting the males take in the gorgeous the female front of them That's right, and you can't have me because I'm Mistclan!
When got to the spot where the pale gray was, there was no sign of him. Unhappy, she looked around for him, and wished she had some idea of his scent. The leaders climbed the high rock, however, and Firemask had to give up her search as the meeting began.
Clan: Mistclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen moons
Personality: Somewhat shallow. She can be a snob to loners, apprentices and elders, she has also been known to flirt with attractive males from other clans. However at the core of it she would put her clan above all else, this side of her is only rarely seen.
Appearance:Charcoal gray, with an uncanny red mark around her eyes that looks like a feathery mask. Firemask is a longhair. Her voice is very high and pretty like a kit's.
Past: Firemask was in the last litter of an older queen. She didn't have an amazing upbringing. No tragedies, and she who her father was. She was brought up pretty well, maybe even too well. She had was what you would call a spoilt kit. Lately, at the clan gatherings, she's been noticing a treeclan cat looking at her, but when she tries to flirt he always manages to disappear.
Example RP: Firemask nodded to her friend, then her eyes unfocused as she noticed that cat again. The muscular, pale gray cat. His green eyes drilled a hole into her, but when he noticed her looking, the cat looked away.
"That's great," she told her friend, and made her way through the cats. The full moon was shining down on her charcoal coat, and the scents of the four clans intermingled. She walked slow, letting the males take in the gorgeous the female front of them That's right, and you can't have me because I'm Mistclan!
When got to the spot where the pale gray was, there was no sign of him. Unhappy, she looked around for him, and wished she had some idea of his scent. The leaders climbed the high rock, however, and Firemask had to give up her search as the meeting began.
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