Post by blackrose on Jun 8, 2009 8:34:38 GMT -8
ooc: Yes I know this is the same bio from the old site, but she hasn't changed so why should the bio?
Name: Blackrose
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Breezeclan
Rank: Warrior (might become a queen if she finds a mate)
Appearance: Blackrose is a small black she-cat with green eyes. She has a small tail and two white fore-paws. Her pelt is dappled and shiny, but the fur is of varying lenghs courtesy of the battles she had faught in. Her ears are ripped badly from a battle, and so she is partially deaf.
Personality: Blackrose is a sweet-natured cat, with a very curious nature. She often wanders off because she saw something like a funny shaped cloud. She is quite immature -as you have probably guessed- but is motherly around kits. She longs for a family of her own, and makes herself more useful telling stories like the elders, then actually fighting. Her good temper makes up for her hostile nature towards other cats.
History: Blackrose was born into Breezeclan. Her sister and parents died in battle, but she was too young to remember them. After she became partially deaf, the other warriors wondered whether to make her a medicine cat apprentice, but after some intense training sessions, she could fight and hunt as well as she once could. Blackrose got her name from the rose bush she used to play in with her friends, after it gave her an infected cut and left her confined to the medicine cat den for a moon. She once had a very good friend, who she wanted to be mates with, but he died from greencough. May Starclan light his path.
RolePlay Example: Blackrose sighed as the kits began another of their games. She was tired of watching them, but they were mesmerising. Frowning she forced herself to her paws, and with a yawn made her way over to the warriors den. With a brief stretch, she slid inside, and passed her tongue over her side, where the scar from the roses could still be seen. A single drop of rain fell outside. Lightning split the sky in two, covering the stars with clouds. Thunder was sure to follow.
Name: Blackrose
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Breezeclan
Rank: Warrior (might become a queen if she finds a mate)
Appearance: Blackrose is a small black she-cat with green eyes. She has a small tail and two white fore-paws. Her pelt is dappled and shiny, but the fur is of varying lenghs courtesy of the battles she had faught in. Her ears are ripped badly from a battle, and so she is partially deaf.
Personality: Blackrose is a sweet-natured cat, with a very curious nature. She often wanders off because she saw something like a funny shaped cloud. She is quite immature -as you have probably guessed- but is motherly around kits. She longs for a family of her own, and makes herself more useful telling stories like the elders, then actually fighting. Her good temper makes up for her hostile nature towards other cats.
History: Blackrose was born into Breezeclan. Her sister and parents died in battle, but she was too young to remember them. After she became partially deaf, the other warriors wondered whether to make her a medicine cat apprentice, but after some intense training sessions, she could fight and hunt as well as she once could. Blackrose got her name from the rose bush she used to play in with her friends, after it gave her an infected cut and left her confined to the medicine cat den for a moon. She once had a very good friend, who she wanted to be mates with, but he died from greencough. May Starclan light his path.
RolePlay Example: Blackrose sighed as the kits began another of their games. She was tired of watching them, but they were mesmerising. Frowning she forced herself to her paws, and with a yawn made her way over to the warriors den. With a brief stretch, she slid inside, and passed her tongue over her side, where the scar from the roses could still be seen. A single drop of rain fell outside. Lightning split the sky in two, covering the stars with clouds. Thunder was sure to follow.
