Post by .jasper. on Sept 5, 2011 14:20:36 GMT -5
...GENERAL...
Name: Sapphirestar
Name Explanation: Sapphire, for her blue eyes.
Gender: she-cat
Age: 54 moons.
Clan: Snowpeakclan
Rank: Leader
...APPEARANCE...
Fur and markings: Blue and silver she-cat, white face and chest.
Eyes: Blue
Description: Sapphirestar is a blue, medium haired she-cat with tinges of silver in her pelt. She has a faded white chest and muzzle area, along with two nicks on her right ear, and a scar between her shoulders.
...PERSONALITY...
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Personality Traits: Very generous, Stubborn, Peacful, but will fight for her clan if she has to.
Fears: The dark.
Quirks: Loves to take strolls on the mountainside.
Ideals: Leadership and Honesty.
Personality: Sappirestar has always been a kind-hearted cat. From the fact that the mountains can be a dangerous place if not careful, she will be willing to take in strangers that are lost hurt, or just wandering. When it comes to making a clan decision, she is stubborn and will stick with her choice, unless the rest of the clan fully agrees with something else. She doesn't prefer fighting, but has the ability to fight to the death if she has to.
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...HISTORY...
Family and friends: Blizzardpelt, her trusted deputy, and Spotteddream, her medicine cat.No family that she knows of.
History: Sapphirestar was not born of Snowpeakclan. In fact, she was born a loner. At a young age, so young that she couldn't quite remember her family, Sapphire (Kit name) was seperated from her parents during a blizzard in the mountains. After it had blown over, Sapphire was half dead. As easy prey, an eagle took her, but it's talons did not kill her. A strange cat saw what had happened and retrieved Sapphire after climbing a bare tree to the nest where she lay. Sapphire was taken by this cat to Snowpeakclan, where she was cared for there.
...RP EXAMPLE...
A sleek, golden British Shorthair stumbled into the Quakeclan camp. She was wet from the rain that was spitting down a few moments ago, and her once creamy paws were now stained with mud. In her mouth, she held a large crow. Crow? Or Raven? Desolateheart thought as she dragged it towards the freshkill pile. Either way, its really big. Cragstar would be proud!
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