Post by Flamestorm on Jul 20, 2009 16:24:58 GMT -5
Name & Clan: Flamestorm - Rootclan
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Allegiance: Rootclan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
NOTE: Flamestorm's markings become more "bold" when exposed to direct sunlight. They appear to be a bright orange, similar to to fire (Hence her name)
Personality: Flamestorm likes to pretend she's more independent than most cats. The reality is, even though she'll never admit it, she can't survive without her friends.
As a kitten, she wasn't the sharpest thorn in the bush, but she's a fast learner and is always willing to try new things (which usually gets her into sticky situations).
She's considered an excellent mouser but not so much when it comes to fishing. Like any cat, though, she likes a good fish any day and will usually dive in the water if she's hungry enough.
History: Flamestorm was raised pretty average, like most clan cats. Her mother was a tortoiseshell like herself and she never figured out who her father was. Her mother died of Longsleep when she was an apprentice. She had a male littermate (Smokekit) who disappeared before becoming an apprentice, it is assumed he was either hit by a monster or captured by a twoleg (IE: sent to the city pound).
In addition, Annabelle has a small piece of her left ear missing from one of her first battles as a Warrior. It's not enough to effect her senses, but it's usually one of the first things someone notices about her.
Relatives: Mother: Dapplefur (dead)
Brother: Smokekit (Missing/presumed dead)
Father: Unknown
Other: Flamestorm crouched down in the grass upon sighing an especially fat mouse scurrying among some discarded twoleg rubbish. 'That's it, little one.' she thought, 'Just a little closer ...'
She pounced and landed directly on the little creature. She batted around the body playfully, her tail swaying with delight.
"I should stop." she said, realizing how ridiculous it must look for a fully-grown Warrior to be playing with her food. She picked up the mouse and kicked aside some of the twoleg food the rodent had been eating. 'Disgusting.' she thought, 'To think that some animals actually eat the leftovers of the twoleg slobs.'
She shook her head and started walking back to camp.
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Allegiance: Rootclan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
NOTE: Flamestorm's markings become more "bold" when exposed to direct sunlight. They appear to be a bright orange, similar to to fire (Hence her name)
Personality: Flamestorm likes to pretend she's more independent than most cats. The reality is, even though she'll never admit it, she can't survive without her friends.
As a kitten, she wasn't the sharpest thorn in the bush, but she's a fast learner and is always willing to try new things (which usually gets her into sticky situations).
She's considered an excellent mouser but not so much when it comes to fishing. Like any cat, though, she likes a good fish any day and will usually dive in the water if she's hungry enough.
History: Flamestorm was raised pretty average, like most clan cats. Her mother was a tortoiseshell like herself and she never figured out who her father was. Her mother died of Longsleep when she was an apprentice. She had a male littermate (Smokekit) who disappeared before becoming an apprentice, it is assumed he was either hit by a monster or captured by a twoleg (IE: sent to the city pound).
In addition, Annabelle has a small piece of her left ear missing from one of her first battles as a Warrior. It's not enough to effect her senses, but it's usually one of the first things someone notices about her.
Relatives: Mother: Dapplefur (dead)
Brother: Smokekit (Missing/presumed dead)
Father: Unknown
Other: Flamestorm crouched down in the grass upon sighing an especially fat mouse scurrying among some discarded twoleg rubbish. 'That's it, little one.' she thought, 'Just a little closer ...'
She pounced and landed directly on the little creature. She batted around the body playfully, her tail swaying with delight.
"I should stop." she said, realizing how ridiculous it must look for a fully-grown Warrior to be playing with her food. She picked up the mouse and kicked aside some of the twoleg food the rodent had been eating. 'Disgusting.' she thought, 'To think that some animals actually eat the leftovers of the twoleg slobs.'
She shook her head and started walking back to camp.
