Post by Fallingmoon on Mar 4, 2009 21:57:13 GMT
Name: Smokey
Age: 30 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Smokey is an average-looking long-haired gray cat with thoughs adorable amber eyes like buttons. Her eyes are like amber disks which glow in warmth and love. Her nose is a gray-ish pink, though some just might call it gray. Long slik white whiskers sprout from her nose and above her eyes, like grass reaching out and bending slightly in it's weight. Her little face is rounded, kit-like really, with thick cheecks and smooth short-furred face. Her neck has long, wild gray fur that draps down some, while most of it just sticks out in all directions. Her shoulders have the same wild fur that is the color of smoke. Her frotn legs are long and thin, though they look thick from her fur. Her paws are a lighter gray, with shorter softer fur covering her paws, which are also soft and easy to get her claws out. Smokey's back is long and thick, made for sprinting, with the long wild gray fur she is known for. Her back legs are thick and also thin at the same time, letting her leap and run faster than a normal loner, yet the thickness of her back legs make her look more slightly normal. Her tail is the biggest part of her body, to the naked eye. Her tail is long and puffy with gray fur, like someone blew on her nose and a huge gray thing poofed out.
Personality: Smokey is swift, yet gentle dispite her ruffian appearance. She can fight, but she would rather talk with words rather than action. Her paws might be swift, but so is her small blackened heart. Though her past haunts her as her eyes meet another's, she still keeps strong and fights it, for the sake of her family and friends. Other than that, she loves to hunt alone, she also loves to learn. She could just walk into new territory all day, or sit with an elder from sun rise to sunt set if she could.
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
History: As a kit she was always the last to get anything, and always the one left out. She never got to play with her sisters, and even whey had a hint of wanting to play with Smokey, they always denied her. The first and Last time they got to play, they played for a little while, then they went to bed. The next morning, they had been killed and eaten by a fox. It was as if they had haunted her ever since, watching her from another cat's eyes, hunting with her when out on patrol, ording her as her mother or an elder would when another older or bigger cat came along. She always hated that, it was even as if when she met another cat's eyes squarly, their pelt and eyes changed to her sister's, even though it was just her eyes tricking her.
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Age: 30 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Smokey is an average-looking long-haired gray cat with thoughs adorable amber eyes like buttons. Her eyes are like amber disks which glow in warmth and love. Her nose is a gray-ish pink, though some just might call it gray. Long slik white whiskers sprout from her nose and above her eyes, like grass reaching out and bending slightly in it's weight. Her little face is rounded, kit-like really, with thick cheecks and smooth short-furred face. Her neck has long, wild gray fur that draps down some, while most of it just sticks out in all directions. Her shoulders have the same wild fur that is the color of smoke. Her frotn legs are long and thin, though they look thick from her fur. Her paws are a lighter gray, with shorter softer fur covering her paws, which are also soft and easy to get her claws out. Smokey's back is long and thick, made for sprinting, with the long wild gray fur she is known for. Her back legs are thick and also thin at the same time, letting her leap and run faster than a normal loner, yet the thickness of her back legs make her look more slightly normal. Her tail is the biggest part of her body, to the naked eye. Her tail is long and puffy with gray fur, like someone blew on her nose and a huge gray thing poofed out.
Personality: Smokey is swift, yet gentle dispite her ruffian appearance. She can fight, but she would rather talk with words rather than action. Her paws might be swift, but so is her small blackened heart. Though her past haunts her as her eyes meet another's, she still keeps strong and fights it, for the sake of her family and friends. Other than that, she loves to hunt alone, she also loves to learn. She could just walk into new territory all day, or sit with an elder from sun rise to sunt set if she could.
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
History: As a kit she was always the last to get anything, and always the one left out. She never got to play with her sisters, and even whey had a hint of wanting to play with Smokey, they always denied her. The first and Last time they got to play, they played for a little while, then they went to bed. The next morning, they had been killed and eaten by a fox. It was as if they had haunted her ever since, watching her from another cat's eyes, hunting with her when out on patrol, ording her as her mother or an elder would when another older or bigger cat came along. She always hated that, it was even as if when she met another cat's eyes squarly, their pelt and eyes changed to her sister's, even though it was just her eyes tricking her.
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