Post by elmspirit on Jan 26, 2007 23:34:58 GMT -5
Name: Elmspirit
Old names: Elmpaw, I guess.
Clan: SeaClan
Rank: Medicine cat
Age: 12
Gender: She-cat
Description: A patched, almost marbled she-cat, with ginger, black and a little bit of white swirling around to form a black splotch on her neck. No major scars, no major injuries.
Personality: Loving, kind. Very secretive though, when a secret is present.
kin: None ("Adopt" me?)
History: Was apprentice to be a med cat at 6 moons, and when her mentor died she took over...not much to say.
Rp example: The skinny she-cat padded across the barren terrain. A parched mew emitted from her cracked and bleeding lips. The feline's unkept fur seemed to break against itself as the harsh desert wind whipped across her. Ribs showed through on all sides, along with hipbones prominent against the black and ginger of the she-cat. Elmspirit, this depleted cat was called. Crazed thoughts ran through her head, those of a cat that has been alone for days on end. The dust of the desert blew into her tracks, covering them. Her tail drooped, and dragged in the dirt as she dragged her pitiful form to safety, where ever it might be found. ((That's not exactly a rp example, but that's how I rp and the average length, give or take. I just like to rp an insane cat. It's fun.
))
Other: I think I know all the herbs. Every last one. and Oooh, spiffy center-ness
Old names: Elmpaw, I guess.
Clan: SeaClan
Rank: Medicine cat
Age: 12
Gender: She-cat
Description: A patched, almost marbled she-cat, with ginger, black and a little bit of white swirling around to form a black splotch on her neck. No major scars, no major injuries.
Personality: Loving, kind. Very secretive though, when a secret is present.
kin: None ("Adopt" me?)
History: Was apprentice to be a med cat at 6 moons, and when her mentor died she took over...not much to say.
Rp example: The skinny she-cat padded across the barren terrain. A parched mew emitted from her cracked and bleeding lips. The feline's unkept fur seemed to break against itself as the harsh desert wind whipped across her. Ribs showed through on all sides, along with hipbones prominent against the black and ginger of the she-cat. Elmspirit, this depleted cat was called. Crazed thoughts ran through her head, those of a cat that has been alone for days on end. The dust of the desert blew into her tracks, covering them. Her tail drooped, and dragged in the dirt as she dragged her pitiful form to safety, where ever it might be found. ((That's not exactly a rp example, but that's how I rp and the average length, give or take. I just like to rp an insane cat. It's fun.
))Other: I think I know all the herbs. Every last one.
and Oooh, spiffy center-ness
