Post by §Shadow§ on Aug 6, 2006 7:56:38 GMT -5
Name: Mysticpelt
Age: 28 Moons
Clan: OceanClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Her fur is very refined and sleek. Her pelt is many colors; some say it has a reddish tint, others say its blue/gray. The truth of it is, both are correct. Mysticpelt's fur matches her moods; it she is content, it is a soft blue. If she's having a bland day, her Pelt is a mixture of grays. And if she is angry, it is tinged with ginger.
Unlike her mysterious pelt, her eyes do not give away her emotions so easily. The irises hue from gray to light blue. They are usually filled with uncanny insight.
Personality: She likes to act like she is right in everything. She hates when cats contradict her. She uses strange words many of the time. She loves to make other confused and make arguments. She is very daring and likes sticky situtations.
History: She was born a loner in Whisperclan territory. Her and her mother traveled much. They soon came to OceanClan terra and found it to they're liking. Her mother died in a fight with a rouge. She had no reason to stay, and decided to travel herself. She traveled many moons, learning medicine, how to fight, and how to hunt, from the many cats she met on the way. She returned to her old home, but decided to try to join OceanClan. They accepted her and she was givin her warrior name.
IC: Moonlight bleached the forest floor. A gray she-cat lay hidden in the bracken. She watched as cats strode by, talking quietly. She came out of hiding. "Good evening." she mewed. "Take me to you're clan, so I may speak with this "leader"." They glared at her."What do you think we are? You are on our territory. We do not listen to your whims."She could tell they were both young. "I was living on this territory before you were even younglings." She yowled, unsheathing her sharp claws. Her pelt began to hue to red. "Its the devil!" they sreeched and pelted off.
Relationships: She has no mother, father, or siblings.
Crush:none
Other:nope
Age: 28 Moons
Clan: OceanClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Her fur is very refined and sleek. Her pelt is many colors; some say it has a reddish tint, others say its blue/gray. The truth of it is, both are correct. Mysticpelt's fur matches her moods; it she is content, it is a soft blue. If she's having a bland day, her Pelt is a mixture of grays. And if she is angry, it is tinged with ginger.
Unlike her mysterious pelt, her eyes do not give away her emotions so easily. The irises hue from gray to light blue. They are usually filled with uncanny insight.
Personality: She likes to act like she is right in everything. She hates when cats contradict her. She uses strange words many of the time. She loves to make other confused and make arguments. She is very daring and likes sticky situtations.
History: She was born a loner in Whisperclan territory. Her and her mother traveled much. They soon came to OceanClan terra and found it to they're liking. Her mother died in a fight with a rouge. She had no reason to stay, and decided to travel herself. She traveled many moons, learning medicine, how to fight, and how to hunt, from the many cats she met on the way. She returned to her old home, but decided to try to join OceanClan. They accepted her and she was givin her warrior name.
IC: Moonlight bleached the forest floor. A gray she-cat lay hidden in the bracken. She watched as cats strode by, talking quietly. She came out of hiding. "Good evening." she mewed. "Take me to you're clan, so I may speak with this "leader"." They glared at her."What do you think we are? You are on our territory. We do not listen to your whims."She could tell they were both young. "I was living on this territory before you were even younglings." She yowled, unsheathing her sharp claws. Her pelt began to hue to red. "Its the devil!" they sreeched and pelted off.
Relationships: She has no mother, father, or siblings.
Crush:none
Other:nope
