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Post by Cloverheart ✿ on Dec 20, 2015 9:00:10 GMT -5
[[ okie thank
except she got lazy when I showed her something and I STILL HAVENT GOTTEN HER OPINION ON IT ;w; ]]
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Post by Willowisp🍃 on Dec 25, 2015 14:13:06 GMT -5
"Very well, thank you," Flameshadow meowed. "How are you?"
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Post by ♪♫•*Crescent-o♪♫•* on Dec 29, 2015 18:10:22 GMT -5
I dunno what to do ㅠ.ㅠ)
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Post by вloѕѕoм♥ on Dec 29, 2015 23:48:05 GMT -5
Username: blossomspirit Cat Name: Morningflight Gender: She-Cat Age: 70 moons Rank: Elder
Personality (At least 3 sentences): Morningflight is a calm but forgetful cat. Old age has treated her well, though it has with her flaws. She tries to be sweet, and her personality overall is, yet she tends to be snappy at times. She is also impatient because if she waits too long, she will forget. She still wants to go out hunting, and often tries to. She would be successful, if it wasn't for her messed up paw. She doesn't mind not catching things, for she just enjoys to be outside of camp. Morningflight enjoys telling stories, which she does a lot. Overall, she misses being a warrior, but has adapted well to being an elder. Appearance (At least 3 sentences):
(Picture when she was a bit younger, xD) Morningflight is a scruffy looking white and brown tabby she-cat. Her back is mostly a mixture of dark brown with darker brown and even charcoal spots. Her tail is pure brown, as she has spots of brown on her inner legs and on her head. Her eyes are a dull grey color that once shone with pride and energy. As this photo is from her younger moons, she now his more gray hairs along her pelt. They occur more towards her face and her muzzle. She has a long tail and relatively thick hair, and is medium furred. Her frame used to be more large and muscular, but as she gets out less it is more small and fragile. Her right back paw was injured in her last battle before becoming an elder, causing her a mild limp.
Relationships (Including Family, Crushes, Mates, or other characters): Mother; Squirrelpelt/NPC/Deceased Father; Gorsetail/NPC/Deceased Mate; Rowanflame/NPC/Deceased Kits; Open/Somebody can have their character with Morningflight as a mother/Alive Brother; Shadowpool/NPC/Deceased Sister; Snowtail/NPC/Alive Crush; None Hollowstar; Hollowstar, a fine leader he is. 'The clan alwayscomes first', his favorite phrase it was. I remember before the tom was leader, or even deputy matter of fact. Ruinmoss; Ruinmoss? Ruinmoss..ah yes! The deputy! He is a good cat, as I can recall. My memory seems to be failing me...I'm not that old! Mintbreath; Mintbreath, I remember when she was a kit! I really make myself seem like an elder, don't I? Always speaking of old times and that. She tends to let her frustrations get to her, but as Mintpaw she was a fast learner, a great medicine cat she is. Branchleg; The old hag, not much older than me indeed. He is far from a warrior, couldn't even catch a dead mouse. He'd give you a good laugh, and a story while you're at it. RP Example:
Morningflight's jaw gave way, letting a small yawn escape. She reared herself up, her eyes scanning the small den. Her denmates were asleep, of course. With some of them she only shared a few moons difference, though she was the closest to a warrior by far in the den. She gave a quiet chuckle while thinking of Branchleg fighting and hunting, let alone even leaving the den. The sun soon interrupted her thought, it's rays impending upon her pelt. She stretched her legs as far as they went, before making her way to the prey-pile. She stared upon the rising run, something most elders wouldn't bother leaving the den to see. Yet Morningflight felt it was a beautiful, and a waste to miss it. It was reliable in a way, the only thing that stayed with them forever. It was like Silverpelt, withstanding all seasons. Even the cold and brutal times of leaf-bare. Her head seemed to have lost her again, standing in the middle of camp staring at the sun. The sound of other cats beginning to stir forced Morningflight the rest of the way to the fresh-kill pill. Grabbing medium-sized vole, she gave the almost fully risen sun one last glance before returning to the den. And of course, both her denmates were still sound asleep, with no trace of waking soon. She finished up her vole, and laid her head down onto the fern and moss, letting herelf rest.
Obviously my posts will be shorter or longer depending upon who I'm roleplaying with.
Other: Password: Sugar
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