Post by Nightstar on Oct 31, 2009 21:04:57 GMT -6
Name: Nightstalker
Age: 18 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: I would like a high rank but I dont mind
Clan: I dont mind where I am, chuck me where im needed most!!!
Physical Appearance:Black with no markings and bright green eyes. long bushy tail, long fangs. Thick, short, shiny fur and long muzzle. Nightstalker has long legs and is quite small but makes up for her size by being very, very fast and agile.
Personality: Nightstalker is cunning and solitary, she is extremely fast which makes up for her lack of strength. She is very suspicious of everyone but is very loyal. she is sometimes aggressive and her moods change very fast. Despite Nightstalkers hardness she watches out for everyone in the clan and continuously puts her clanmates before her. Nightstalker likes to seem cold and aloof but that is more for defence then how she really is.
History: Nightstalkers parents and littermates were killed when she was one moon old, a young she-cat called Marlie took her in. Marlie was a loner and was killed when Nightstalker was 5 moons by another loner. At five moons Nightstalker had to fend for herself. She ended up in a small but vicious gang and stayed there for six moons and learnt how to fight off cats that were much bigger then her. Nightstalker managed to run away from the gang and escaped to a barren place where she lived as a loner for six years. Two moons after running away she found the Clans and has been debating about joining ever since.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes: the night, shadows, running, hunting and fighting for her tribe and the cold
Dislikes: the sun, quiters and those who exploit their power
....... Nightstalker doesn’t mind kits but sometimes they get on her nerves.
Secret Word:
Rp Sample: Nightstalker scented the air warily. She couldn't smell anything wrong, but that didn't mean there wasn't. She slunk forward and looked out over the gorge. Nothing. Nightstalker strained every sense, searching for anything out of the ordinary. A faint cry met Nightstalkers ears. In her tense state she jumped about a foot, twisting her body to stop herself going over the edge. Nightstalker raced towards the sound, skiding to a stop in the cover of a bush. She peered through the thick leaves searching for the cry she had herd at the gorge. only silence meet her ears and the feeling of foreboding swamped her. Nightstalkers instincts for danger had never been wrong before. A young cat barley 7 moons old crawled into the clearing, blood matted his grey fur into clumps. Another cat entered huge muscles rippling under his tawny pelt. He steped forwards and raised his paw claws extended. Nightstalker lept from the bushes cover, a vicious growl erupting from her throat. The berries from the bush were sent flying, death berries.
Age: 18 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: I would like a high rank but I dont mind
Clan: I dont mind where I am, chuck me where im needed most!!!
Physical Appearance:Black with no markings and bright green eyes. long bushy tail, long fangs. Thick, short, shiny fur and long muzzle. Nightstalker has long legs and is quite small but makes up for her size by being very, very fast and agile.
Personality: Nightstalker is cunning and solitary, she is extremely fast which makes up for her lack of strength. She is very suspicious of everyone but is very loyal. she is sometimes aggressive and her moods change very fast. Despite Nightstalkers hardness she watches out for everyone in the clan and continuously puts her clanmates before her. Nightstalker likes to seem cold and aloof but that is more for defence then how she really is.
History: Nightstalkers parents and littermates were killed when she was one moon old, a young she-cat called Marlie took her in. Marlie was a loner and was killed when Nightstalker was 5 moons by another loner. At five moons Nightstalker had to fend for herself. She ended up in a small but vicious gang and stayed there for six moons and learnt how to fight off cats that were much bigger then her. Nightstalker managed to run away from the gang and escaped to a barren place where she lived as a loner for six years. Two moons after running away she found the Clans and has been debating about joining ever since.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes: the night, shadows, running, hunting and fighting for her tribe and the cold
Dislikes: the sun, quiters and those who exploit their power
....... Nightstalker doesn’t mind kits but sometimes they get on her nerves.
Secret Word:
Rp Sample: Nightstalker scented the air warily. She couldn't smell anything wrong, but that didn't mean there wasn't. She slunk forward and looked out over the gorge. Nothing. Nightstalker strained every sense, searching for anything out of the ordinary. A faint cry met Nightstalkers ears. In her tense state she jumped about a foot, twisting her body to stop herself going over the edge. Nightstalker raced towards the sound, skiding to a stop in the cover of a bush. She peered through the thick leaves searching for the cry she had herd at the gorge. only silence meet her ears and the feeling of foreboding swamped her. Nightstalkers instincts for danger had never been wrong before. A young cat barley 7 moons old crawled into the clearing, blood matted his grey fur into clumps. Another cat entered huge muscles rippling under his tawny pelt. He steped forwards and raised his paw claws extended. Nightstalker lept from the bushes cover, a vicious growl erupting from her throat. The berries from the bush were sent flying, death berries.
