Post by /.Danni.\ on Feb 8, 2009 3:42:34 GMT -5
{Name}
WhisperedWords
{Rank}
Warrior
{Clan}
WindClan
{Age}
19 moons
{Gender}
she-cat
{Personality}
Keeping to yourself isn't always a bad thing. In her case, its the only thing she can do. I didn't care if it was strange or it was weird. Nothing had ever turned out the way she wanted. She was always the last one to enter the den and the first one to leave. She didn't like to be social, but she also couldn't.
{Appearance}
Stunning long fur, with half black face and half white a small white splotch on the black side of her face, right on her muzzle. She has a long fluffy tail, and long, powerful legs. Her body is well built and strong, for a cat of her smally built structure. A large scar on her neck is proof of her past.
{History}
Running into a badger when your a kit would seem like fun for some. Especially when it feels like a way to prove you are brave and strong. Well, WhisperedWords learned the hard way that, sometimes, it isn't a smart thing to do. Picking a fight can get you hurt, disabled, or killed.
In her case she had been lucky, only having her throat torn out. She had been saved by a cat whom she would forever be grateful to. Even though she can never talk again, nor can she ever get rid of the scar she was given.
{RP Example}
I walked through the forest, a soft thudding came from behind me, and I watched as a large tom barreled past me. He glanced over his shoulder as if vaguely realizing I was there. He looked like he was planning on turning to talk, but then his eyes sunk to my throat. I watched his head snap around and he tore off immediately. It didn't matter what he thought. I didn't care that I wasn't as pretty as the other cats. Nor did I care that I was different.
I wasn't going to let this mess up my entire life...
{Picture}
(I know she is not in AutumnClan on here but on another site she was. DO NOT TAKE THE CLAN NAME OR I GET INTROUBLE WITH DA MAIN WC'S!)
WhisperedWords
{Rank}
Warrior
{Clan}
WindClan
{Age}
19 moons
{Gender}
she-cat
{Personality}
Keeping to yourself isn't always a bad thing. In her case, its the only thing she can do. I didn't care if it was strange or it was weird. Nothing had ever turned out the way she wanted. She was always the last one to enter the den and the first one to leave. She didn't like to be social, but she also couldn't.
{Appearance}
Stunning long fur, with half black face and half white a small white splotch on the black side of her face, right on her muzzle. She has a long fluffy tail, and long, powerful legs. Her body is well built and strong, for a cat of her smally built structure. A large scar on her neck is proof of her past.
{History}
Running into a badger when your a kit would seem like fun for some. Especially when it feels like a way to prove you are brave and strong. Well, WhisperedWords learned the hard way that, sometimes, it isn't a smart thing to do. Picking a fight can get you hurt, disabled, or killed.
In her case she had been lucky, only having her throat torn out. She had been saved by a cat whom she would forever be grateful to. Even though she can never talk again, nor can she ever get rid of the scar she was given.
{RP Example}
I walked through the forest, a soft thudding came from behind me, and I watched as a large tom barreled past me. He glanced over his shoulder as if vaguely realizing I was there. He looked like he was planning on turning to talk, but then his eyes sunk to my throat. I watched his head snap around and he tore off immediately. It didn't matter what he thought. I didn't care that I wasn't as pretty as the other cats. Nor did I care that I was different.
I wasn't going to let this mess up my entire life...
{Picture}
(I know she is not in AutumnClan on here but on another site she was. DO NOT TAKE THE CLAN NAME OR I GET INTROUBLE WITH DA MAIN WC'S!)
