Post by birdsarecooltoo on Nov 10, 2006 16:18:58 GMT -5
(This is my bio. I`m new to this site^^)
Name: Thistlestar
Age: 32 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: MorningClan
Rank: Deputy
Physical Description: Thistlethorn has a thick pelt of dark ginger, with golden markings running through around her paws. Her eyes glow a pale variation of amber, but are nontheless warm and welcoming. Her muzzle wields two battle scars.
Personality: Thistlethorn is relentless and tough in the midst of battle and among other clans. There may very possibly be an exception though. She doesn`t get along well with other deputies, even during Gatherings. In her own clan, though, she is kind and loyal to all. Somewhat teasing, her nature and aspirations are friendly, but very comitive.
History: Thistlethorn was born into her clan with the pure warrior blood neded to become a full fledged Clan member. She was born Thistlekit and raised as an apprentice as Thistlepaw. When she reached warior ranking, she was named Thistlethorn. Her mother died a few moons ago and her father turned rouge. She now wishes to serve her clan the best she can.
Other: No kin of her own. She loves kits, but has none, although she yearns for her own. She is currently open to mates, but may not be easy to get.
IC Post: Winter.
The vile season was on the brink, with Fall fading away. The leaves on the sinewy limbs of trees sang with sheer brilliance as the ones on the ground seemed to have lost their green, red, and yellow pigment of Fall. The wind seemed personified, whistling and singing in a rapid devious tune.
The she-cat sniffed precariously, slinking out of her den. The shone shone above, and her fur bristled to catch its full essence. She smiled. Her calling? Thistlethorn, deputy of the clan.
Looking over to see some of the cats of her clan stir, she headed towards Highrock to greet her leader with a 'Good morning." Food, although scant, was still plump, and the fresh kill pile was full. Glistening in the sun with heavenly aura pleasing to the eye, Highrock seemed to beckon her forward.
Name: Thistlestar
Age: 32 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: MorningClan
Rank: Deputy
Physical Description: Thistlethorn has a thick pelt of dark ginger, with golden markings running through around her paws. Her eyes glow a pale variation of amber, but are nontheless warm and welcoming. Her muzzle wields two battle scars.
Personality: Thistlethorn is relentless and tough in the midst of battle and among other clans. There may very possibly be an exception though. She doesn`t get along well with other deputies, even during Gatherings. In her own clan, though, she is kind and loyal to all. Somewhat teasing, her nature and aspirations are friendly, but very comitive.
History: Thistlethorn was born into her clan with the pure warrior blood neded to become a full fledged Clan member. She was born Thistlekit and raised as an apprentice as Thistlepaw. When she reached warior ranking, she was named Thistlethorn. Her mother died a few moons ago and her father turned rouge. She now wishes to serve her clan the best she can.
Other: No kin of her own. She loves kits, but has none, although she yearns for her own. She is currently open to mates, but may not be easy to get.
IC Post: Winter.
The vile season was on the brink, with Fall fading away. The leaves on the sinewy limbs of trees sang with sheer brilliance as the ones on the ground seemed to have lost their green, red, and yellow pigment of Fall. The wind seemed personified, whistling and singing in a rapid devious tune.
The she-cat sniffed precariously, slinking out of her den. The shone shone above, and her fur bristled to catch its full essence. She smiled. Her calling? Thistlethorn, deputy of the clan.
Looking over to see some of the cats of her clan stir, she headed towards Highrock to greet her leader with a 'Good morning." Food, although scant, was still plump, and the fresh kill pile was full. Glistening in the sun with heavenly aura pleasing to the eye, Highrock seemed to beckon her forward.
