Post by Dawnfeather on May 25, 2009 19:01:02 GMT -5
Name: Dawnfeather
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: RiverClan
Description: Light-gingered colored with some white mixed in pelt that is medium-long length. Has white paws and green eyes.
Personality: Sweet, calming, loving. Has a voice that can be compared to honey: it's sweet and somewhat thick, if that makes any sense. XD
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RPG Example: Dawnfeather padded forward, scanning the terrain of her marshy home. Opening her jaws, she let the all scents around her mingle in her mouth. Then, perking her ears forward, she quickly trotted forward to a rock that had golden flowers at it's base. Quickly and expertly, she nipped them at the stem and picked them up with her jaws, being careful not to ruin any part of the flowers. The scent of poppys thinly masked her sense of smell as she ran back to the RiverClan camp. As she trotted into the camp, she flicked her ears in greeting to her Clanmates. She then went into her den, which was at the base of a huge tree. Navigating herself between the many thick roots, she reached her storage place. Placing the poppys down, she sat and exerted the seeds from the flowers. When she was done with this, she wrapped the seeds in a leaf, and placed it where she stored her poppy seeds. Grabbing another leaf, she carefully wrapped the flowers themselves and then placed them in the storage place that was next to the seeds. Shaking her head and letting out an exasperated sigh, she murmured, " What am I ever going to do with Owlheart?"
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: RiverClan
Description: Light-gingered colored with some white mixed in pelt that is medium-long length. Has white paws and green eyes.
Personality: Sweet, calming, loving. Has a voice that can be compared to honey: it's sweet and somewhat thick, if that makes any sense. XD
Picture:
RPG Example: Dawnfeather padded forward, scanning the terrain of her marshy home. Opening her jaws, she let the all scents around her mingle in her mouth. Then, perking her ears forward, she quickly trotted forward to a rock that had golden flowers at it's base. Quickly and expertly, she nipped them at the stem and picked them up with her jaws, being careful not to ruin any part of the flowers. The scent of poppys thinly masked her sense of smell as she ran back to the RiverClan camp. As she trotted into the camp, she flicked her ears in greeting to her Clanmates. She then went into her den, which was at the base of a huge tree. Navigating herself between the many thick roots, she reached her storage place. Placing the poppys down, she sat and exerted the seeds from the flowers. When she was done with this, she wrapped the seeds in a leaf, and placed it where she stored her poppy seeds. Grabbing another leaf, she carefully wrapped the flowers themselves and then placed them in the storage place that was next to the seeds. Shaking her head and letting out an exasperated sigh, she murmured, " What am I ever going to do with Owlheart?"