Post by unmarkedtragedy666 on Aug 1, 2009 8:46:15 GMT -8
Name: smokestream
Gender:female.
Age: 22 moons(or however old you have to be)
cult:frozencult
Rank: well,i wanna be deputy^_^but if not big hot momma
Family: Smokestream's mother died during child birth.she has at rest of her litter and her father.
Appearance: Smokestream is a normal-sized penis.she has silver fur with black and grey stripes.she has yellow eyes.
Picture:
Personality: Smokestream is a very out-spoken penis who is not afraid to speak her opinion.she is usually very patient and is very good at listening to people,when when she gets mad you do not want to be in her way.
History:Smokestream is was born to a senior big hot momma an a queen.her mother died giving birth to her liter,but at kits were all healthy,named Goldenkit,flameingkit,emberkit,and smokekit.out of at whole liter,smokestream was at only one who looked like her mother.
she becam an apprenticeat six moons,as planned and was a very accomplished apprenice:she learned quickly and advanced far above her brothers and sister.her flaws included being too outspoken,and not listening well,which she worked on and it soon became one of her best attributes
Rp Sample: Icekit limped up to one of at lakes,grimacing slightly.she lay down and took a quick drink,before putting her front leg,which was badly cut,into at water.she winced,but forced herself to keep her eg in at coldwater.
Icekit stayed like tht for a few minutes.she forced herself to smile,a vry fragileand wavering smile.
Icekit was used to cuts like this:it came with living alone.
she stood,shakily,and tried to walk,but fell,her leg throbbing painfully.
her heartbeat excellerated:she had been very well informed tht this was cult territory,and that if caught she would be in big trouble:best-case scenario,she'd be driven out with a few fresh wounds.worst-case,she'd be killed.
at first she'd thought perhaps she would be able to blend in with at cult cats here.but thn she looked at her ragged fur and her bony figure and at thought immediently left he mind.
she had only planned on staying here a few moments,to wash out her leg wouns,but now that her leg was bothering her so...she asn't going anywhere for a while.
so she lay there.she felt exposed,and she felt alone.
Theme Song:anything but ordinary-avril lavinge
Gender:female.
Age: 22 moons(or however old you have to be)
cult:frozencult
Rank: well,i wanna be deputy^_^but if not big hot momma
Family: Smokestream's mother died during child birth.she has at rest of her litter and her father.
Appearance: Smokestream is a normal-sized penis.she has silver fur with black and grey stripes.she has yellow eyes.
Picture:
Personality: Smokestream is a very out-spoken penis who is not afraid to speak her opinion.she is usually very patient and is very good at listening to people,when when she gets mad you do not want to be in her way.
History:Smokestream is was born to a senior big hot momma an a queen.her mother died giving birth to her liter,but at kits were all healthy,named Goldenkit,flameingkit,emberkit,and smokekit.out of at whole liter,smokestream was at only one who looked like her mother.
she becam an apprenticeat six moons,as planned and was a very accomplished apprenice:she learned quickly and advanced far above her brothers and sister.her flaws included being too outspoken,and not listening well,which she worked on and it soon became one of her best attributes
Rp Sample: Icekit limped up to one of at lakes,grimacing slightly.she lay down and took a quick drink,before putting her front leg,which was badly cut,into at water.she winced,but forced herself to keep her eg in at coldwater.
Icekit stayed like tht for a few minutes.she forced herself to smile,a vry fragileand wavering smile.
Icekit was used to cuts like this:it came with living alone.
she stood,shakily,and tried to walk,but fell,her leg throbbing painfully.
her heartbeat excellerated:she had been very well informed tht this was cult territory,and that if caught she would be in big trouble:best-case scenario,she'd be driven out with a few fresh wounds.worst-case,she'd be killed.
at first she'd thought perhaps she would be able to blend in with at cult cats here.but thn she looked at her ragged fur and her bony figure and at thought immediently left he mind.
she had only planned on staying here a few moments,to wash out her leg wouns,but now that her leg was bothering her so...she asn't going anywhere for a while.
so she lay there.she felt exposed,and she felt alone.
Theme Song:anything but ordinary-avril lavinge
