Windclan Deputy
Post by Suntail on Jun 1, 2009 21:26:57 GMT -5
Name: Suntail
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Deputy
Clan: WindClan
Description: Suntail is an orange cat, dapple with spots and lines of golden yellow that seems to sparkle in the sun. The color of her eyes are that of a deep green seen just before a storm.
Personality: Suntail is quite commited to her Clan and isn't willing to compromise or take grief from any other cat or Clan that isn't as knowing of what's best. She only listens to her head and her leader, never her heart. Rarely, she will pay attention to what she needs but won't do it because it will jeprodize some sort of plan she has set.
RPG Example: The noise became louder as the yellow paws of the WindClan deputy cautiously padded forward. A kit stumbled along under her belly, being protected from the sun by the shadow of Suntail's belly. "Stop!" The she-cat commanded. "Stay here!" The mewling grew louder as she walked toward the edge of the cliff. A kit was holding its grey paws on a branch a tail length below the edge. It was frightening for the kit, but not really a problem, for she just scooped the kit up and gave it a proper scolding.
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Deputy
Clan: WindClan
Description: Suntail is an orange cat, dapple with spots and lines of golden yellow that seems to sparkle in the sun. The color of her eyes are that of a deep green seen just before a storm.
Personality: Suntail is quite commited to her Clan and isn't willing to compromise or take grief from any other cat or Clan that isn't as knowing of what's best. She only listens to her head and her leader, never her heart. Rarely, she will pay attention to what she needs but won't do it because it will jeprodize some sort of plan she has set.
RPG Example: The noise became louder as the yellow paws of the WindClan deputy cautiously padded forward. A kit stumbled along under her belly, being protected from the sun by the shadow of Suntail's belly. "Stop!" The she-cat commanded. "Stay here!" The mewling grew louder as she walked toward the edge of the cliff. A kit was holding its grey paws on a branch a tail length below the edge. It was frightening for the kit, but not really a problem, for she just scooped the kit up and gave it a proper scolding.
Riverclan Leader, 9 lives