Post by Destiny on Jun 3, 2007 11:55:38 GMT -5
Name: Mistshadow
Age: 33 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Tribe of Endless Hunting
Rank: Warrior
Appearence:
Personality: Mistshadow is sarcastic at times. She believes she is the only cat under Silverpelt with a lick of sense. She has her days when her grumpiness is apparent, but her sour ways can turn in the heat of the moment. Mistshadow's huanting past often promotes her rough ways.
History: Mistshadow was born alone. Her mother abandoned her. Her father abandoned her. Even her brother and sister abandoned her. Mistshadow was left alone. She grew up in a Tribe far away in the mountains, but one day the Healer of her Tribe went missing. He was found dead with a strange scent clinging to his fur... that was how the sickness began. She dreams often of the hellish experience, trembling as images of stumbling through dark forests enter her mind. She had to leave her Clan when she went almost to the brink of starvation. A SilenceClan warrior came to her rescue, bringing her to safety. But unfourtunately, Mistshadow never was able to rid herself of the images of her Tribe... and the days of peace and happiness.
RP example: Mistshadow was feeling out of sorts, as usual. Her piercing emerald gaze was avoided by her Clanmates. Every cat in SilenceClan deemed her dangerous in her fits. And sometimes she was. But in secret, all Mistshadow wanted was a cat to talk to. Fat chance. She muttered to herself. Looking back at her nest, she longed to go to sleep. But all sleep would bring her was nightmares. Nightmares of yellow eyes. Thin... narrow... evil yellow eyes... peering at her out of the darkness. Mistshadow would not go to sleep.... yet.
Age: 33 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Tribe of Endless Hunting
Rank: Warrior
Appearence:
Personality: Mistshadow is sarcastic at times. She believes she is the only cat under Silverpelt with a lick of sense. She has her days when her grumpiness is apparent, but her sour ways can turn in the heat of the moment. Mistshadow's huanting past often promotes her rough ways.
History: Mistshadow was born alone. Her mother abandoned her. Her father abandoned her. Even her brother and sister abandoned her. Mistshadow was left alone. She grew up in a Tribe far away in the mountains, but one day the Healer of her Tribe went missing. He was found dead with a strange scent clinging to his fur... that was how the sickness began. She dreams often of the hellish experience, trembling as images of stumbling through dark forests enter her mind. She had to leave her Clan when she went almost to the brink of starvation. A SilenceClan warrior came to her rescue, bringing her to safety. But unfourtunately, Mistshadow never was able to rid herself of the images of her Tribe... and the days of peace and happiness.
RP example: Mistshadow was feeling out of sorts, as usual. Her piercing emerald gaze was avoided by her Clanmates. Every cat in SilenceClan deemed her dangerous in her fits. And sometimes she was. But in secret, all Mistshadow wanted was a cat to talk to. Fat chance. She muttered to herself. Looking back at her nest, she longed to go to sleep. But all sleep would bring her was nightmares. Nightmares of yellow eyes. Thin... narrow... evil yellow eyes... peering at her out of the darkness. Mistshadow would not go to sleep.... yet.
