Post by .x.Icestar.x.Winterleaf.x. on Feb 1, 2008 20:12:54 GMT -7
.x.name.x.
Hawkear
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Warrior
.x.age.x.
24 moons
.x.clan.x.
FireClan
.x.quick description.x.
beutiful Calico she-cat with striking green eyes
.x.description.x.
eyes
A deep green hue mixed with gold resides in the orbs of Hawkear, lending a penetrating gazed to her fierce demure. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, giving her a rare, exotic beauty. Her eyes are very keen, detecting even the slightest movement out of the corner of her eye.
coat
Hawkear's coat is surprisingly spectacular in color. Her sleek fur is short and soft, for she grooms it almost everyday morning and night. Patches of striking ginger, Deep brown tabby, and golden sorrel blotch Hawkear's coat, leaving her chest, paws and tail tip a striking snowy white. Her muzzle and around her eyes are traced with white as well, giving her a wise look about her, though she would never be mistaken for old.
air
Hawkear carries out a graceful air, being very fluid in her movements and calm in her gaze and speak. She is very balanced with her body, being a spectacular huntress and keeps good balance and position while fighting. Though she may be graceful, she does have klutzy moments where her paws might land in the wrong spot at the wrong time!
.x.personality.x.
Fierce and loyal, the only thing Hawkear would ever die for is her clan. Her heart is set on being the best warrior she can be, creating an ambitious edge to her normally calm demeanor. As she is quiet and dainty on her paws, she is not with her tongue. Sharp words and barbed replies shoot from her if you rub her fur the wrong way, and she can be very rude. These little snippets of bad attitude are uncommon for her, however, for she is usually a kind, gentle hearted cat with love and loyalty guiding her paws. But if a subject should arise that she is passionate about, expect an argument on its way.
Hawkear is also manipulative and persuasive in the worst way possible. She could make you believe a mouse is a rabbit if she tried hard enough. Arguments and debates are what fuel her fires of joy, and she becomes very animated in a heated debate, whether it be with a close friend, or at a public Gathering.
.x.history.x.
Hawkear's history is not much of one, for nothing very exciting happened to her as a kit or apprentice. She was born to two FireClan warriors, one a kind, docile queen with time to spare for her kits, and her father, a fierce strong warrior, ready for duty whenever the situation called for it. She was raised to learn the values of loyalty and love, and allows them both to guide her pawsteps each and every day.
As an apprentice, she got into lots of trouble verbally with the leader and deputy, getting into verbal matches with them whenever they challenged or questioned her loyalty. This earned her many trips to the elders den and many bile-soaked paws in her early years. She was always willing to do the work, however, because afterward she knew she deserved it. But no matter what, no cat could get that little furball to tame her tongue!
.x.roleplay sample.x.
A pale moon cast its beams down onto the quiet forest, where the huntress lay in wait. Deep blue eyes scanned the clearing before her paws, and her narrow jaw opened to drink in the fresh scents around her. The chill of the night crept into the she-cats bones, but she ignored such feeling, concentrating on the task ahead. As the moon started to shift through its phases, a sound alerted the cat slinking around in the brush. A mouse scuttled nearby, nibbling on a nut. The cats eyes gleamed in anticipation, and she crept forward, testing the air to make sure she was downwind. Dainty white paws went one before the other, in a perfect line as she neared her prey. Three steps more, two, one.... the cat leaped, landing square on the mouse's back. She finished it off with a quick bite, and proudly scraped earth over her catch. With her hopes up high, Hawkear disappeared into the night, off for another catch.
.x.password.x.
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Hawkear
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Warrior
.x.age.x.
24 moons
.x.clan.x.
FireClan
.x.quick description.x.
beutiful Calico she-cat with striking green eyes
.x.description.x.
eyes
A deep green hue mixed with gold resides in the orbs of Hawkear, lending a penetrating gazed to her fierce demure. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, giving her a rare, exotic beauty. Her eyes are very keen, detecting even the slightest movement out of the corner of her eye.
coat
Hawkear's coat is surprisingly spectacular in color. Her sleek fur is short and soft, for she grooms it almost everyday morning and night. Patches of striking ginger, Deep brown tabby, and golden sorrel blotch Hawkear's coat, leaving her chest, paws and tail tip a striking snowy white. Her muzzle and around her eyes are traced with white as well, giving her a wise look about her, though she would never be mistaken for old.
air
Hawkear carries out a graceful air, being very fluid in her movements and calm in her gaze and speak. She is very balanced with her body, being a spectacular huntress and keeps good balance and position while fighting. Though she may be graceful, she does have klutzy moments where her paws might land in the wrong spot at the wrong time!
.x.personality.x.
Fierce and loyal, the only thing Hawkear would ever die for is her clan. Her heart is set on being the best warrior she can be, creating an ambitious edge to her normally calm demeanor. As she is quiet and dainty on her paws, she is not with her tongue. Sharp words and barbed replies shoot from her if you rub her fur the wrong way, and she can be very rude. These little snippets of bad attitude are uncommon for her, however, for she is usually a kind, gentle hearted cat with love and loyalty guiding her paws. But if a subject should arise that she is passionate about, expect an argument on its way.
Hawkear is also manipulative and persuasive in the worst way possible. She could make you believe a mouse is a rabbit if she tried hard enough. Arguments and debates are what fuel her fires of joy, and she becomes very animated in a heated debate, whether it be with a close friend, or at a public Gathering.
.x.history.x.
Hawkear's history is not much of one, for nothing very exciting happened to her as a kit or apprentice. She was born to two FireClan warriors, one a kind, docile queen with time to spare for her kits, and her father, a fierce strong warrior, ready for duty whenever the situation called for it. She was raised to learn the values of loyalty and love, and allows them both to guide her pawsteps each and every day.
As an apprentice, she got into lots of trouble verbally with the leader and deputy, getting into verbal matches with them whenever they challenged or questioned her loyalty. This earned her many trips to the elders den and many bile-soaked paws in her early years. She was always willing to do the work, however, because afterward she knew she deserved it. But no matter what, no cat could get that little furball to tame her tongue!
.x.roleplay sample.x.
A pale moon cast its beams down onto the quiet forest, where the huntress lay in wait. Deep blue eyes scanned the clearing before her paws, and her narrow jaw opened to drink in the fresh scents around her. The chill of the night crept into the she-cats bones, but she ignored such feeling, concentrating on the task ahead. As the moon started to shift through its phases, a sound alerted the cat slinking around in the brush. A mouse scuttled nearby, nibbling on a nut. The cats eyes gleamed in anticipation, and she crept forward, testing the air to make sure she was downwind. Dainty white paws went one before the other, in a perfect line as she neared her prey. Three steps more, two, one.... the cat leaped, landing square on the mouse's back. She finished it off with a quick bite, and proudly scraped earth over her catch. With her hopes up high, Hawkear disappeared into the night, off for another catch.
.x.password.x.
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