Post by blizz on Apr 24, 2009 22:56:05 GMT -5
Role player| Blizz
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Name| Tawnywhisker
Gender| She-cat
Physical Description| This she-cat's tawny colored pelt, which gave her her name, is lashed with black, giving off the tabby-like appearance. Broad shouldered, Tawnywhisker is a rather large she-cat, well, larger than average. While her pelt is mostly tabby, as you near closer to her front, the black stripes disappear, to be replaced by a distinct, tawny-ginger face, a white muzzle, and pale-colored forepaws and chest. Her eyes are a dull amber and somewhat match the color of her fur.
Views| Insane, she listens to the elders, who tell of a time when there was something called the "sky," and winged creatures known as "birds." She hopes to see this for herself someday and knows there must be someway out of the dark enclosure. After hearing what the previous leader of RiverClan did to his clan, Tawnywhisker isn't exactly sure that a leader would be the best choice for the cats of the enclosure, for she isn't sure that they could be trusted. Whatever the cats decides, she knows the position isn't hers for the taking, and is perfectly comfortable being a normal warrior.
Kin|
Mother-- Tallstone{deceased}
Father-- Brownpelt{deceased}
Brother-- Blackclaw{deceased}
Brother-- Mottledheart{alive}
History| Tawnywhisker was named for her tawny-colored fur and her excelled hunting abilities.
Born in a litter of three healthy kits, to Brownpelt and Moss-stone, Tawnywhisker grew up in the enclosure, and has known nothing else. Her parents lived to see all three of their kits become warriors, but as time passed, the two passed away due to a sickness that no cat knew how to cure. Now Tawnywhisker only had her two brothers to rely on. Or so she thought. Her youngest brother, Blackclaw, was the closest to their parents and knew them the best out of the three. Their death struck him like a knife to the heart and he stayed quiet for many days. One day, stricken with grief, the tom set off alone, wandering away from his siblings - and soon found himself facing a group of rats. Greatly outnumbering Blackclaw, the rats attacked. The tomcat never returned.
This was over sixty-four nights ago, and deaths within their family have brought them close, and they lend each other strength during hard times.
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Name| Tawnywhisker
Gender| She-cat
Physical Description| This she-cat's tawny colored pelt, which gave her her name, is lashed with black, giving off the tabby-like appearance. Broad shouldered, Tawnywhisker is a rather large she-cat, well, larger than average. While her pelt is mostly tabby, as you near closer to her front, the black stripes disappear, to be replaced by a distinct, tawny-ginger face, a white muzzle, and pale-colored forepaws and chest. Her eyes are a dull amber and somewhat match the color of her fur.
Views| Insane, she listens to the elders, who tell of a time when there was something called the "sky," and winged creatures known as "birds." She hopes to see this for herself someday and knows there must be someway out of the dark enclosure. After hearing what the previous leader of RiverClan did to his clan, Tawnywhisker isn't exactly sure that a leader would be the best choice for the cats of the enclosure, for she isn't sure that they could be trusted. Whatever the cats decides, she knows the position isn't hers for the taking, and is perfectly comfortable being a normal warrior.
Kin|
Mother-- Tallstone{deceased}
Father-- Brownpelt{deceased}
Brother-- Blackclaw{deceased}
Brother-- Mottledheart{alive}
History| Tawnywhisker was named for her tawny-colored fur and her excelled hunting abilities.
Born in a litter of three healthy kits, to Brownpelt and Moss-stone, Tawnywhisker grew up in the enclosure, and has known nothing else. Her parents lived to see all three of their kits become warriors, but as time passed, the two passed away due to a sickness that no cat knew how to cure. Now Tawnywhisker only had her two brothers to rely on. Or so she thought. Her youngest brother, Blackclaw, was the closest to their parents and knew them the best out of the three. Their death struck him like a knife to the heart and he stayed quiet for many days. One day, stricken with grief, the tom set off alone, wandering away from his siblings - and soon found himself facing a group of rats. Greatly outnumbering Blackclaw, the rats attacked. The tomcat never returned.
This was over sixty-four nights ago, and deaths within their family have brought them close, and they lend each other strength during hard times.
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