Post by Knight on Jun 25, 2010 3:26:44 GMT -5
Name: Mintwhisker
Age: 29 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender:Female
Appearence:
Her short fur is white with orange markings around her face and random creamy patches. Her tail and her ears are a solid orange color. Her big, round eyes are a light blue that fades inwards to a darker shade. Around her eyes, streaks of light orange stretch out over to the top of her head and then fade into white. Her small muzzle is tipped with a bright pink nose, and several rows of especially long whiskers, that seem to reach out on and touch other cats, making them jump sometimes. Her head is topped with a pair of solid orange ears, which is her most noticeable feature after her eyes. She is of a medium-sized build, with broad, sturdy shoulders, though she still gives off a rather small, dainty look. Her long tail is a light orange color with darker orange rings and a white tip. She is quite muscular and very strong, but her big eyes make most cats overlook her apparent strength and focus on her face. Her forelegs have light-nearly white-orange stripes, and her back legs have only slight blotches of a hardly noticeable light orange. Her right side has a large light orange blotch.
Personality:
She has a sort of simple, sweet character. She tends to space out, however, and often forgets things, which sometimes lands her in trouble. She is somewhat over-protective of her friends and family, and tends to snap at cats when she's been worrying about something. Her kind nature makes her feel guilty about snapping almost the moment she does it. She hates violence and isn't very good at fighting, preferring to dodge rather then attack, which angers her opponents and makes them even more fierce in their attack. She loves playing with kittens and younger cats. She dreams of having her own kittens someday, and is often trying to imagine how her mate would be like. Her romantic imagination usually paints pictures of her meeting a handsome tom while walking alone in the moonlight, even though she hates going for nighttime walks. In spite of her silly habits, she is still a very trustworthy cat, and is quite dependable when she needs to be. In desperate times, she can think calmly, take charge, offer up ideas, get fierce, and will do her very best to set things right.
Fears;
- Dying while giving birth as her mother did
- Drowning
- Having to face a friend in battle
- Getting bitten by a snake
- Crossing ice
Likes;
- Kittens
- Early morning walks
- Yellow butterflies
- Especially sunny days
- Observing the shapes clouds make
Personal Quote: The best proof of love is trust.
History Her mother died giving birth to her, her two siblings had died during the birth as well, and her father looked after her as a kit, even going so far as to take special care of the queen nursing her. When her father died in battle soon after she became a warrior, she was extremely lonely, and she started taking walks alone and distancing herself from other cats. During one walk, though, she saw where her father had been buried beautiful flowers had sprung up. She would visit the spot every day, and eventually, as she saw the flowers bloom and grow, her cheerfulness returned. She still visits the spot, and worries when the flowers aren't blooming.
She has fought only one battle one against a fox, in which she managed to bite and scratch it several times before it ran away out of the territory and she earned her warrior name for preventing it from entering the camp.
She got a scar on her chin from when she was still an apprentice, and was playing with a mouse. She had been gently pawing it, not wanting to eat it for she had thought it had pretty eyes, and when she had moved her head forward to observe it more closely, it had put all it's strength into one harsh bite on the bottom of her chin (Aiming for her neck) and ran away after she had shook it off with a yowl. She caught several mice in a fury afterward thinking they were the same mouse that gave her the scar, but she couldn't tell if they were or not. She told no cat about how she got such a bad cut, and confessed only to the Medicine Cat about what had happened just in case the regular treatment for a normal cut would not work for the bite of a particularly big mouse.
Mother: Runningstream
Father: Icetouch
Siblings: none lived to get names.
Mentor: Bitterclaw
Other: None
Role Play Example;
Done this before.
