Post by Jadeleaf on Aug 19, 2007 16:40:04 GMT -5
[+] Name: Jadeleaf
[+] Clan: MistClan
[+] Rank: Deputy
[+] Age: 49 moons
[+] Gender: she-cat
[+] Physical Appearance: long dark grey fur (1 1/2 inch?) with white/silver specks scattered throughout, a silver right forepaw, and jade green eyes. Her tail is short (due to a childhood incident), which also causes her to have a loss of balance.
[+] Personality: likes to think about random things, daydreams a lot, and has an interest for two-leg things (like toothpaste! She found it buried in the sand). After all her duties are finished, she likes to wander around the beach, looking for unusual or interesting things, some of which are from two-legs. Because of this, she has an unrivaled knowledge of her Clan's territory. She also likes to run in circles when she is confused, frightened, anxious, or just bored. She is optimistic and likes to be thought of as a friend, though many see her as aloof and too carefree. Carrying out her duties, though, she is very serious. She gets them done the best she can, (as they are her first priority,) and has a fierce loyalty to her clan. She hates to order people around, but she also knows that a stable hierarchy is vital to the clan. She also has a very good temper, and rarely gets angry. But when she does, she emanates a deadly silence. You should let her stalk away, if you know what's best for you.
[+] Skills: Plan-devising. Because she knows the territory so well and because of her unfathomable imagination, she is great at coming up with plans for invasion, defense, and the like.
[+] History: She is MistClan-born, and has an ordinary heritage... The tale of her short tail is notable, though. So I'll tell you. Once, when she was a kit only 2 moons old, she chased a butterfly all the way to the shore. Running blindly, her tail grazed a two-leg trap. With a yowl, she realized where she was, and she escaped with half her tail attached by a thread. Not knowing where she was, she ran around in circles. Half of her tail dragged motionless through the sand, leaving a trail of blood. Finally, a warrior found her and brought her back, where the medicine cat told her the dangling excuse for a half-tail was no use, and was best amputated as not to get in the way. So it was cut off... and half of her tail remains (though it did grow a bit after that, but not much). That also started her interest in two-leg things; she later rediscovered the trap and de-assembled it to figure out how it works.
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[+] Clan: MistClan
[+] Rank: Deputy
[+] Age: 49 moons
[+] Gender: she-cat
[+] Physical Appearance: long dark grey fur (1 1/2 inch?) with white/silver specks scattered throughout, a silver right forepaw, and jade green eyes. Her tail is short (due to a childhood incident), which also causes her to have a loss of balance.
[+] Personality: likes to think about random things, daydreams a lot, and has an interest for two-leg things (like toothpaste! She found it buried in the sand). After all her duties are finished, she likes to wander around the beach, looking for unusual or interesting things, some of which are from two-legs. Because of this, she has an unrivaled knowledge of her Clan's territory. She also likes to run in circles when she is confused, frightened, anxious, or just bored. She is optimistic and likes to be thought of as a friend, though many see her as aloof and too carefree. Carrying out her duties, though, she is very serious. She gets them done the best she can, (as they are her first priority,) and has a fierce loyalty to her clan. She hates to order people around, but she also knows that a stable hierarchy is vital to the clan. She also has a very good temper, and rarely gets angry. But when she does, she emanates a deadly silence. You should let her stalk away, if you know what's best for you.
[+] Skills: Plan-devising. Because she knows the territory so well and because of her unfathomable imagination, she is great at coming up with plans for invasion, defense, and the like.
[+] History: She is MistClan-born, and has an ordinary heritage... The tale of her short tail is notable, though. So I'll tell you. Once, when she was a kit only 2 moons old, she chased a butterfly all the way to the shore. Running blindly, her tail grazed a two-leg trap. With a yowl, she realized where she was, and she escaped with half her tail attached by a thread. Not knowing where she was, she ran around in circles. Half of her tail dragged motionless through the sand, leaving a trail of blood. Finally, a warrior found her and brought her back, where the medicine cat told her the dangling excuse for a half-tail was no use, and was best amputated as not to get in the way. So it was cut off... and half of her tail remains (though it did grow a bit after that, but not much). That also started her interest in two-leg things; she later rediscovered the trap and de-assembled it to figure out how it works.
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