Post by Scarpaw on Jul 30, 2009 3:40:30 GMT -5
Name: Scarfur
Age: 26 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Scarfur has a kind and understanding aura but is mostly won by her restless and curious nature. Scarfur is always bursting with energy and gets distracted easily which is quickly fixed after a long lecture from her Older brother. Though grumpy at times, Scarfur will warm up to anyone and is usually found near the apprentice or Elders den. At rare times she will be calm and strict.
Description: Scarfur has a patch of brown sploches tinted with a darker shade on her pelt. Strokes of white fur here and there and a bigger patch of white on her underbelly and chest area. A lighter shade of brown over her muzzle and more sploches of dark and coffe brown. Scarfur's pelt is mostly white with brown, from different shades, here and there even though she's mostly Tri-colored. Her muzzle is sort of a triangular shape and her nose as pink and bright it can be.
Unlike the normal small Windclan cats, Scarfur is larger for a Windclan cat, her body structer is much more build for a Windclan cat too. She also sports a large and deep scar on her left front leg. Golden yellow eyes brimed with happyness.
History: Scar is the youngest out of a litter of three. Scarfur's parents were both loyal Warriors, was what she heard. Her mother had died from Whitecough after a few days since she was born and being taken in by a queen. Luckily, she and her two siblings survived the harsh leaf-bare. She had seen her father for only a two moons when she was three moons old, that was the last time she got to know her father since he died in a raid.
Raveneyes and Mosspelt, her two brothers, were unusually overprotective of her. Usually scolding and treating Scarfur like a newborn kit, much to her annoyance. As annoying and irritating they were, Scar stilled loved them.
As a kit, it's expected one to be a kit untill they grow up into an Apprentice and Scar was expected to at least grown out of the Kit habit. As moons passed and as Scar got her Warrior name she still hadn't overcome the Kit-ish habit that had given her a scar from pure curiousity as she inspected a Fox Trap when she was an Apprentice. Her brothers were furious, both from her stupidity and the twoleg who had put it there.
Back then, the scar hadn't healed properly until a Rouge had attacked in one of the Windclan hunting grounds. The rouge had injured her severly on the scar, making it even deeper, jaged and londer in length then it previously was. After her elder brother droved it away, Scar had noticed that the Re-Opened scar was healing normally and wasin't bothering her like it usually did and dispite her pain she had jokingly said she would thank the Rouge when she saw it again, much to her siblings displeasure.
A few cats in her Clan admired her for her ever lasting bravery and curiousity that helped the Medicine cat find more Catnip and Borage leaves in the middle of leaf-bare when the Clan was in despreat need of. Both her littermates congradulated her after, what seemed to her like a moon long, leacture and scolding.
Role-Play Example:
Scarfur awoke with a jolt and scattered around to get on her paws, both eyes wide and alert. "Tck, At last, your awake" A deep voice murrowed from above her, gleaming blue eyes stared down at her with mild annoyance in them. "Mosspelt! What was that for?!" Scarfur whined, clearly irritated after being woken up so ruffly and not caring if she woke up the warriors that were still sleeping.
"Quit fussing Scarfur and I believe I picked you for the morning patrol, No?" Mosspelt twitched his wiskers in satisfaction when he saw the look his sister gave him and padded out the den, followed by Raveneyes who gave her a quick lick between the ears.
Grumbling under her breath and cursed the day her brother dared to wake her up and Raveneyes for not backing her up, She left rather slugeshly out the Warriro's den. A few other warriors and apprentices were waiting outside. Scarfur padded up to Raveneyes and gave him a playful nudge as if she was never woken up rudely and semi-betrayed by Mosspelt and Raveneyes. Her brother just shook his head in amusment, Mosspelt simply gave a deep sigh at his sister's mood changes.
Secret Word: *Stolen by Kitty*
Age: 26 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Scarfur has a kind and understanding aura but is mostly won by her restless and curious nature. Scarfur is always bursting with energy and gets distracted easily which is quickly fixed after a long lecture from her Older brother. Though grumpy at times, Scarfur will warm up to anyone and is usually found near the apprentice or Elders den. At rare times she will be calm and strict.
Description: Scarfur has a patch of brown sploches tinted with a darker shade on her pelt. Strokes of white fur here and there and a bigger patch of white on her underbelly and chest area. A lighter shade of brown over her muzzle and more sploches of dark and coffe brown. Scarfur's pelt is mostly white with brown, from different shades, here and there even though she's mostly Tri-colored. Her muzzle is sort of a triangular shape and her nose as pink and bright it can be.
Unlike the normal small Windclan cats, Scarfur is larger for a Windclan cat, her body structer is much more build for a Windclan cat too. She also sports a large and deep scar on her left front leg. Golden yellow eyes brimed with happyness.
History: Scar is the youngest out of a litter of three. Scarfur's parents were both loyal Warriors, was what she heard. Her mother had died from Whitecough after a few days since she was born and being taken in by a queen. Luckily, she and her two siblings survived the harsh leaf-bare. She had seen her father for only a two moons when she was three moons old, that was the last time she got to know her father since he died in a raid.
Raveneyes and Mosspelt, her two brothers, were unusually overprotective of her. Usually scolding and treating Scarfur like a newborn kit, much to her annoyance. As annoying and irritating they were, Scar stilled loved them.
As a kit, it's expected one to be a kit untill they grow up into an Apprentice and Scar was expected to at least grown out of the Kit habit. As moons passed and as Scar got her Warrior name she still hadn't overcome the Kit-ish habit that had given her a scar from pure curiousity as she inspected a Fox Trap when she was an Apprentice. Her brothers were furious, both from her stupidity and the twoleg who had put it there.
Back then, the scar hadn't healed properly until a Rouge had attacked in one of the Windclan hunting grounds. The rouge had injured her severly on the scar, making it even deeper, jaged and londer in length then it previously was. After her elder brother droved it away, Scar had noticed that the Re-Opened scar was healing normally and wasin't bothering her like it usually did and dispite her pain she had jokingly said she would thank the Rouge when she saw it again, much to her siblings displeasure.
A few cats in her Clan admired her for her ever lasting bravery and curiousity that helped the Medicine cat find more Catnip and Borage leaves in the middle of leaf-bare when the Clan was in despreat need of. Both her littermates congradulated her after, what seemed to her like a moon long, leacture and scolding.
Role-Play Example:
Scarfur awoke with a jolt and scattered around to get on her paws, both eyes wide and alert. "Tck, At last, your awake" A deep voice murrowed from above her, gleaming blue eyes stared down at her with mild annoyance in them. "Mosspelt! What was that for?!" Scarfur whined, clearly irritated after being woken up so ruffly and not caring if she woke up the warriors that were still sleeping.
"Quit fussing Scarfur and I believe I picked you for the morning patrol, No?" Mosspelt twitched his wiskers in satisfaction when he saw the look his sister gave him and padded out the den, followed by Raveneyes who gave her a quick lick between the ears.
Grumbling under her breath and cursed the day her brother dared to wake her up and Raveneyes for not backing her up, She left rather slugeshly out the Warriro's den. A few other warriors and apprentices were waiting outside. Scarfur padded up to Raveneyes and gave him a playful nudge as if she was never woken up rudely and semi-betrayed by Mosspelt and Raveneyes. Her brother just shook his head in amusment, Mosspelt simply gave a deep sigh at his sister's mood changes.
Secret Word: *Stolen by Kitty*
Made bah me
