Post by amy on Mar 5, 2010 0:27:14 GMT -5
Role player| Amy
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Name| Sandstripe
Gender| she-cat
Physical Description| Fluffy but thin orange colored fur with darker, almost red stripes along her face all the way down to her tail. Her tail is long and, just like her fur, fluffy but the spread our furs keep her cool as she has little fur but they are simply spread out to make her look longer-haired than she is. Her eyes are green, a such a green that they are easy to see in the dark and the Dark Season. Her whispers are long, longer than a lot but they compliment her well. Her body shape is thin and leggy and her movement is in great graceful strides pride filling her steps.
Views| She doesn't understand what is going on she longs for order and peace in the group and for them to stick together for she believes it is the only way to survive. The clan needs a strong confident leader, this is what she thinks, a leader that they can put their life in and trust with every fiber of their beings. The truth is she wonders if there is a life other than being trapped this dessert, she feels lost and wishes for help but she doesn't know if she opens up and others believe she is insane. It is not like she is trying to escape it's that she wonders if it's only them in the world and if so what a small world it is.
Kin|
Russetfur-mother{gone}
Emberclaw-father{gone}
History| She got her name by her looks, she looks mostly like her mother whose fur was slightly darker than hers, but it attracted to much heat and she ended up dying of a terrible heatstroke. This is what made Sandstripe first start wondering if there was anything else out there, before her mothers terrible death she simply enjoyed everyday life never lonely when her mother was with her: she never knew her father only that he was dead. But she grew lonely soon after her mothers death, almost unsure of herself and everything that was happening as she watched her Clan, if you could call it that anymore destroy itself.
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Name| Sandstripe
Gender| she-cat
Physical Description| Fluffy but thin orange colored fur with darker, almost red stripes along her face all the way down to her tail. Her tail is long and, just like her fur, fluffy but the spread our furs keep her cool as she has little fur but they are simply spread out to make her look longer-haired than she is. Her eyes are green, a such a green that they are easy to see in the dark and the Dark Season. Her whispers are long, longer than a lot but they compliment her well. Her body shape is thin and leggy and her movement is in great graceful strides pride filling her steps.
Views| She doesn't understand what is going on she longs for order and peace in the group and for them to stick together for she believes it is the only way to survive. The clan needs a strong confident leader, this is what she thinks, a leader that they can put their life in and trust with every fiber of their beings. The truth is she wonders if there is a life other than being trapped this dessert, she feels lost and wishes for help but she doesn't know if she opens up and others believe she is insane. It is not like she is trying to escape it's that she wonders if it's only them in the world and if so what a small world it is.
Kin|
Russetfur-mother{gone}
Emberclaw-father{gone}
History| She got her name by her looks, she looks mostly like her mother whose fur was slightly darker than hers, but it attracted to much heat and she ended up dying of a terrible heatstroke. This is what made Sandstripe first start wondering if there was anything else out there, before her mothers terrible death she simply enjoyed everyday life never lonely when her mother was with her: she never knew her father only that he was dead. But she grew lonely soon after her mothers death, almost unsure of herself and everything that was happening as she watched her Clan, if you could call it that anymore destroy itself.
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