Post by Destiny on Jun 12, 2007 11:13:44 GMT -5
Name: Song
Age: 14 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: None
Rank: Loner
Appearence:
Personality: Song is very troubled. But you would never guess that from the way she handles herself. She is gentle, sweet, hardly ever raises her voice. Many would guess from her outside appearance, she's hardcore and upset. But her kind ways are often surprisingly sincere, and honest. Song loves to sing, actually, and is very poetic. She adores stories, and often tells ones to the kits she runs into on her travels. Song's weakness is that she couldn't harm a fly, unless in the defense of another cat, which she will hardly ever kill in any circumstance.
History: Song was born in a Tribe called the Tribe of Endless Waters. She lived out her To-be days, known as Song of the Lark. But when tragedy struck her Tribe in the form of a great sickness known as Deathcough, for no cat could ever escape it, she left in search of more. She was the only survivor, and longed for the company she had grown with. For the next few moons, Song wandered, learning the ways of the world, and reveling in the presence of the Tribe of Endless Hunting.
RP example: Song looked at the water, sniffing with disdain. Why did every little puddle have to be poisoned by twolegs? Twolegs were always ruining everything. Song looked up at the sky, her dark blue eyes registering the time of day. She sighed softly. As always, she was late for whatever breakfast she ever ate. Song padded along the Thunderpath, her pelt on end as the huge twoleg monsters roared by. Her dark gaze drifted to where a large forest lay. She had heard of the Clans, but had believed them only a myth. Maybe she would go and- another monster. More than she had seen in a while. Song sighed. Maybe another day.
Age: 14 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: None
Rank: Loner
Appearence:
Personality: Song is very troubled. But you would never guess that from the way she handles herself. She is gentle, sweet, hardly ever raises her voice. Many would guess from her outside appearance, she's hardcore and upset. But her kind ways are often surprisingly sincere, and honest. Song loves to sing, actually, and is very poetic. She adores stories, and often tells ones to the kits she runs into on her travels. Song's weakness is that she couldn't harm a fly, unless in the defense of another cat, which she will hardly ever kill in any circumstance.
History: Song was born in a Tribe called the Tribe of Endless Waters. She lived out her To-be days, known as Song of the Lark. But when tragedy struck her Tribe in the form of a great sickness known as Deathcough, for no cat could ever escape it, she left in search of more. She was the only survivor, and longed for the company she had grown with. For the next few moons, Song wandered, learning the ways of the world, and reveling in the presence of the Tribe of Endless Hunting.
RP example: Song looked at the water, sniffing with disdain. Why did every little puddle have to be poisoned by twolegs? Twolegs were always ruining everything. Song looked up at the sky, her dark blue eyes registering the time of day. She sighed softly. As always, she was late for whatever breakfast she ever ate. Song padded along the Thunderpath, her pelt on end as the huge twoleg monsters roared by. Her dark gaze drifted to where a large forest lay. She had heard of the Clans, but had believed them only a myth. Maybe she would go and- another monster. More than she had seen in a while. Song sighed. Maybe another day.
