Post by skystar on Aug 24, 2005 12:27:15 GMT -5
Name: Larkwing
Age: 35 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Warrior or Deputy
Clan: JaguarClan
Appearance: Larkwing is fairly large for a she-cat. Her pelt is an orange-brown with a tabby pattern to add detail. The eyes glow in that same yellow color you find in most, though maybe brighter with her spirit. Her tail is always held high overhead, giving her figure a proud look. She's just like any other tabby cat appart from her torn ear, lost in a battle as Larkpaw.
Personality: Larkwing is like most cats actually, appart from her sharp tounge. She isn't the greatest with other foolish cats, and has no patience for most. Her personality fits her though. Her eyes speak of cunning and sly. Her torn ear speaks of her bravery and loyalty to the clan. Her large body speaks of her great ambition. All of this makes a clan strong, and a cat not to mention.
History: Optional
Picture: i15.photobucket.com/albums/a360/hiddenstare/Larkwing.jpg
Roleplay Sample: It takes a while for one to truely see the beauty of life, though, it doesn't come every day in a world of loneness. Wandering on your own can seem horrible and tragic. But in realality, it's not so bad. It could be worse. It's always good to think of things better then they really are, even if that seems impossible. But then and again, nothing is ever impossible. It may be in our life time and all that stuff, but it still could happen. Wether it's in later years or even now. Even now...
Water rushes freely over the smooth stream rocks, now that lie within the river. Don't stray too close to the edge. You may fall in... Yes, that is what she said. My mother, Majickal Night. But I can't say the same for my father, Dark Intentions. He seemed to never be around at the time I was a flicka, though, he might've. But my thoughts continue to wander, as my figure does the same. Not much else to do on the island. The small island with no others. Odd. You would think a place so small would be more heavily populated. No really, you would.
A heavy curtain of forelock falls over chocolate brown orbs as I lower my dial to the water. It swirls and bounces over the rocks, worn down by the water itself as I peer into the pool. Well, this is fun, isn't it? I smile softly and moved from the water to the grasses alone side, lipping at it gently.
((Taken from my regular horse character Dark Majick on my many sites around...))
Secret Phrase: On the Edge
Age: 35 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Warrior or Deputy
Clan: JaguarClan
Appearance: Larkwing is fairly large for a she-cat. Her pelt is an orange-brown with a tabby pattern to add detail. The eyes glow in that same yellow color you find in most, though maybe brighter with her spirit. Her tail is always held high overhead, giving her figure a proud look. She's just like any other tabby cat appart from her torn ear, lost in a battle as Larkpaw.
Personality: Larkwing is like most cats actually, appart from her sharp tounge. She isn't the greatest with other foolish cats, and has no patience for most. Her personality fits her though. Her eyes speak of cunning and sly. Her torn ear speaks of her bravery and loyalty to the clan. Her large body speaks of her great ambition. All of this makes a clan strong, and a cat not to mention.
History: Optional
Picture: i15.photobucket.com/albums/a360/hiddenstare/Larkwing.jpg
Roleplay Sample: It takes a while for one to truely see the beauty of life, though, it doesn't come every day in a world of loneness. Wandering on your own can seem horrible and tragic. But in realality, it's not so bad. It could be worse. It's always good to think of things better then they really are, even if that seems impossible. But then and again, nothing is ever impossible. It may be in our life time and all that stuff, but it still could happen. Wether it's in later years or even now. Even now...
Water rushes freely over the smooth stream rocks, now that lie within the river. Don't stray too close to the edge. You may fall in... Yes, that is what she said. My mother, Majickal Night. But I can't say the same for my father, Dark Intentions. He seemed to never be around at the time I was a flicka, though, he might've. But my thoughts continue to wander, as my figure does the same. Not much else to do on the island. The small island with no others. Odd. You would think a place so small would be more heavily populated. No really, you would.
A heavy curtain of forelock falls over chocolate brown orbs as I lower my dial to the water. It swirls and bounces over the rocks, worn down by the water itself as I peer into the pool. Well, this is fun, isn't it? I smile softly and moved from the water to the grasses alone side, lipping at it gently.
((Taken from my regular horse character Dark Majick on my many sites around...))
Secret Phrase: On the Edge
