Post by Abby on Jun 16, 2007 13:44:03 GMT -5
Name: Abby
Clan: None
Rank: Rogue
Gender: She-cat
Age: 25 moons
Description: Abby's a pitch black, short-haired she-cat. Her eyes are dark green, ringed with brown and gold. She's small and lithe, perfect for running and chasing any intruders.
Personality: She has a fiery temper and a sharp tongue. Even so, she's a decent cat and wouldn't let an injured cat go off on its own without proper treatment. However, if you tread on her territory (or her tail) without a good reason, she'll claw both your ears off before you can say 'mouse.'
History: Abby grew up as a rogue, wandering the Great Plains with her parents. When her parents died from a tree hunter's bullet, she buried them together between the Large Felled Tree and the Lake of Gold, which were their favorite places. Then, she claimed the territory between it for herself and roams there 'til this day.
RP example: A black shape sat vigil on top of a large mound of overturned dirt. It looked small, and couldn't be over twelve moons old. In the moonlight, her black coat shined an unearthly silver. "Mom. . . Dad . . . " she murmured softly, looking down to the mound below her. "Abby, Nightmoon. . . why?" The tree hunter had left, grumbling something as he ignored the two fallen bodies. A few heartbeats later, Abby had heard the bullets again, and the squawks of dying birds. Twolegs were monsters, weren't they.
Codeword: «accepted»
Clan: None
Rank: Rogue
Gender: She-cat
Age: 25 moons
Description: Abby's a pitch black, short-haired she-cat. Her eyes are dark green, ringed with brown and gold. She's small and lithe, perfect for running and chasing any intruders.
Personality: She has a fiery temper and a sharp tongue. Even so, she's a decent cat and wouldn't let an injured cat go off on its own without proper treatment. However, if you tread on her territory (or her tail) without a good reason, she'll claw both your ears off before you can say 'mouse.'
History: Abby grew up as a rogue, wandering the Great Plains with her parents. When her parents died from a tree hunter's bullet, she buried them together between the Large Felled Tree and the Lake of Gold, which were their favorite places. Then, she claimed the territory between it for herself and roams there 'til this day.
RP example: A black shape sat vigil on top of a large mound of overturned dirt. It looked small, and couldn't be over twelve moons old. In the moonlight, her black coat shined an unearthly silver. "Mom. . . Dad . . . " she murmured softly, looking down to the mound below her. "Abby, Nightmoon. . . why?" The tree hunter had left, grumbling something as he ignored the two fallen bodies. A few heartbeats later, Abby had heard the bullets again, and the squawks of dying birds. Twolegs were monsters, weren't they.
Codeword: «accepted»