Post by FawnStar on Feb 4, 2008 9:56:16 GMT -5
xx; Name
Solo
xx; Gender
She-cat
xx; Clan
WindClan
xx; Rank
Apprentice
xx; Age
7 1/2 moons
xx; Description
Solo is a big, strong cat. She is a grey-black with a white colar. Her paws, nose and her fluffy stomach share the same color as her neck. Her eyes are odly shaped, and are a dark olive grey. Solo has a tail that is as thick as she. It is covered with dense fur as well as the ring around her neck. Solo has long wiskers and is topped off with a bright pink nose.
xx; Personality
Solo's name is what describes her. She doesn't like to be bothered. The she cat will often run out of camp, even though she isn't allowed to, and will sulk under a dark tree. She loves thunderstorms and the rain. Probably because it reflects her personality. Solo hates to be told what to do and is not excited for her apprentice ceremony. She often gets mad for no reason (Hissy fit) Not many cats like her.
xx; History
Solo was always a dull cat, or at least that is what her mother said. She was always boaring, and none of her brothers or sisters like to play with her. Solo's father hated her from the moment she was born. Why? Unkown. Eventually, they shunned her from the nest they had built, annoyed because she didn't talk. Solo wandered for a moon and collapsed. She layed by a tree for days and then a truck from the shelter came by and took her in. She didn't whine like the other cats. She sulked. After only a day of arriving, the shelter burst into flames and all the animals when running, if they could. But Solo didn't go. She wanted to die. Fortunetly, for us, unfortunetaly for her, a cat saved her. They all scattered and she wandered into WindClan and took her in.
xx; Example Post
Solo woke up. The wind was howling on the moors of WindClan. She got up and looked around. The camp was dark. Perfect. The dark and sad she cat got up and went to the fresh kill pile to pick a mouse. She munched on it greedly. As she ate, she a shiver went up her spine. Looking down at her meal, she tossed it away, not hungry. Solo suddenly felt a rush of anger and barged out of camp. She panicked and looked around for a tree to hide under. She couldn't see in the storm that had just been created. She let out a wail. She hated this life.
xx; Additional Info
If they do give her a warrior name , i would like something dark, or depressed or mean....cause cats aren't supposed to like her
Solo
xx; Gender
She-cat
xx; Clan
WindClan
xx; Rank
Apprentice
xx; Age
7 1/2 moons
xx; Description
Solo is a big, strong cat. She is a grey-black with a white colar. Her paws, nose and her fluffy stomach share the same color as her neck. Her eyes are odly shaped, and are a dark olive grey. Solo has a tail that is as thick as she. It is covered with dense fur as well as the ring around her neck. Solo has long wiskers and is topped off with a bright pink nose.
xx; Personality
Solo's name is what describes her. She doesn't like to be bothered. The she cat will often run out of camp, even though she isn't allowed to, and will sulk under a dark tree. She loves thunderstorms and the rain. Probably because it reflects her personality. Solo hates to be told what to do and is not excited for her apprentice ceremony. She often gets mad for no reason (Hissy fit) Not many cats like her.
xx; History
Solo was always a dull cat, or at least that is what her mother said. She was always boaring, and none of her brothers or sisters like to play with her. Solo's father hated her from the moment she was born. Why? Unkown. Eventually, they shunned her from the nest they had built, annoyed because she didn't talk. Solo wandered for a moon and collapsed. She layed by a tree for days and then a truck from the shelter came by and took her in. She didn't whine like the other cats. She sulked. After only a day of arriving, the shelter burst into flames and all the animals when running, if they could. But Solo didn't go. She wanted to die. Fortunetly, for us, unfortunetaly for her, a cat saved her. They all scattered and she wandered into WindClan and took her in.
xx; Example Post
Solo woke up. The wind was howling on the moors of WindClan. She got up and looked around. The camp was dark. Perfect. The dark and sad she cat got up and went to the fresh kill pile to pick a mouse. She munched on it greedly. As she ate, she a shiver went up her spine. Looking down at her meal, she tossed it away, not hungry. Solo suddenly felt a rush of anger and barged out of camp. She panicked and looked around for a tree to hide under. She couldn't see in the storm that had just been created. She let out a wail. She hated this life.
xx; Additional Info
If they do give her a warrior name , i would like something dark, or depressed or mean....cause cats aren't supposed to like her
