Post by traitorheart on Oct 4, 2006 17:37:48 GMT -5
Name: Biscuit (Clan name? uh... Larksong... yeah, there we go!)
Gender: she-cat
Age: 23 moons
Rank: kittypet (queen... she's expecting)
Clan: none.
Peltage: Biscuit is a rich carmel colored tabby, with black paws, belly, chin, and ears. Her eyes are slightly darker than her fur, and she has the characteristic kittypet plumpness plus that of her litter. She's normally very average sized except for her legs and tail, both of which are abnormally long. She walks with a sort of gliding movement.
Personality: Biscuit is friendly and trusting, with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She is fiercely protective and lets the adrenaline do the talking. She is very loyal and believe in a higher power, though she didn't know it was called StarClan.
History: Biscuit has always lived a soft life at Twoleg Place, but then a story was passed to her from the garden next door; a story about a kittypet named Rusty who went on to rule a "ThunderClan." Biscuit was inspired by this story, so spends as much time in her garden as possible so that maybe she can find these cats on patrol, and ask if she, too, can be a Clan cat. However, she isn't aware that that particular story came out of a certian Ravenpaw, and so she isn't aware that it's more likely she would see RiverClan or WindClan. (eeny meeny....)
IC:
Biscuit scratched at the wooden door, mewling at her Twoleg, who cooed soft words and let her out.
The swollen tabby was aware of the Twoleg's gaze as she padded to the catnip at the edge of her garden. She padded through the leaves, ignoring the succulent scent, sticking her head out between the picket fence. Her- and her owners- both knew her body would never fit through, especially now.
The she-cat fluffed out her fur instinctively against the morning fog, looking out across the open moorland. She opened her mouth, letting the now familiar scent drift in. She mewed, squinting, looking for the hige, muscular cats she imagined as ThunderClan, though really she should've expected thin, wiry WindClan cats.
At this point she didn't care which Clan she saw. She just wanted a Clan.
Other: *sblack persons* Biscuit.
Password: Grayce
Gender: she-cat
Age: 23 moons
Rank: kittypet (queen... she's expecting)
Clan: none.
Peltage: Biscuit is a rich carmel colored tabby, with black paws, belly, chin, and ears. Her eyes are slightly darker than her fur, and she has the characteristic kittypet plumpness plus that of her litter. She's normally very average sized except for her legs and tail, both of which are abnormally long. She walks with a sort of gliding movement.
Personality: Biscuit is friendly and trusting, with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She is fiercely protective and lets the adrenaline do the talking. She is very loyal and believe in a higher power, though she didn't know it was called StarClan.
History: Biscuit has always lived a soft life at Twoleg Place, but then a story was passed to her from the garden next door; a story about a kittypet named Rusty who went on to rule a "ThunderClan." Biscuit was inspired by this story, so spends as much time in her garden as possible so that maybe she can find these cats on patrol, and ask if she, too, can be a Clan cat. However, she isn't aware that that particular story came out of a certian Ravenpaw, and so she isn't aware that it's more likely she would see RiverClan or WindClan. (eeny meeny....)
IC:
Biscuit scratched at the wooden door, mewling at her Twoleg, who cooed soft words and let her out.
The swollen tabby was aware of the Twoleg's gaze as she padded to the catnip at the edge of her garden. She padded through the leaves, ignoring the succulent scent, sticking her head out between the picket fence. Her- and her owners- both knew her body would never fit through, especially now.
The she-cat fluffed out her fur instinctively against the morning fog, looking out across the open moorland. She opened her mouth, letting the now familiar scent drift in. She mewed, squinting, looking for the hige, muscular cats she imagined as ThunderClan, though really she should've expected thin, wiry WindClan cats.
At this point she didn't care which Clan she saw. She just wanted a Clan.
Other: *sblack persons* Biscuit.
Password: Grayce
