The Fray wrote:Name:
Whitefeather, no special meanings to it, it's just my name.
Age:
I'm still young, only been here for 25 moons.
Rank:
A proud warrior, I'm happy with my rank but maybe someday deputy might be nice. It seems like a lot of responsibility and I don't know if I can handle that.
Gender:
Hopefully you've realized by now that I'm a tom.
Love life:
I'm not interested in anyone right now, I honestly don't think I want that type of commitment, I'd rather be free then tied down by a mate and kits. Maybe when I'm older.
Appearance:
I'm a rather large tom, I'm tall and muscular but still have a small frame. I have large set ears and a small face. My fur is silver with black stripes and short but I keep warm.. I have hazel eyes and a pink nose. My legs are long, which is good for running and my paws have some brown on them. My coat is great for blending into the winter environment.
Personality:
I'm a quiet cat, I don't speak up even when I have something to say. I'm good at taking orders but am often forgetful. While not shy, I'm an introvert, I like keeping to myself. I'm a born adventurer, I love change and new experiences. It's hard to tie me down, I don't like commitment and will avoid feelings to escape the possibility of being restricted. My humor is sarcastic and often rude, I am frequently biting my tongue as my joking is often misinterpreted. I would consider myself a like able cat but I like being alone and am sometimes considered rude for my humor, occasional selfishness and preference to be alone.
History:
I was born in the city to my parents who were both loners. I spend most of my kit hood under bridges and houses scrounging for food. I had 3 siblings, all of while I don't know what happened to. I enjoyed my life but longed to be able to run and be safe from the cat catchers and monsters. One day, I was about 4 moons, I had been out looking for food for us I came back just in time to see the cat catchers taking my parents and litter mates. After seeing that I ran and didn't look back. When I was 5 moons I found and joined Blizzardclan.
Name:
Mintpaw (Mintleaf) My mom told me I was born next to a mint patch so I guess thats where I get my name from.
Age:
I'm 8 moons!
Rank:
An apprentice, I can't wait to be a warrior!
Gender:
I'm a she-cat
Love life:
Well I'm still pretty young, no one has caught my eye, someday hopefully!
Appearance:
I'm a small cat, I'll grow hopefully, my fur is long and white, my face and tail is multi-hued. My eyes are an electric blue. Without regular grooming my fur mats easily but the white color with earthy shades help me blend in well with the snow. My legs are medium length, I'm stronger then I am fast. I may look small but I am a crafty fighter.
Personality:
I'm an energetic and bouncy cat. I like to be where everyone else is and know whats going on. I aim to please but am often defiant and don't take orders well. I am often called disrespectful but I'm not trying to be, I just like doing things my own way. I like to talk to anyone and socialize, I'm a generally outgoing and friendly cat in all aspects of life.
History:
I was born to a rouge mother and a kitty-pet father, I was told I had a sister who died at birth, so I didn't have any siblings. My mother was a sweet and crafty she-cat who defied the life as a kitty-pet till she met my father, a spoiled yet adventurous tom. My mother refused to join him as a kitty-pet so he lived as her mate and a kitty-pet. When my fathers two-legs stopped letting him out my mother dropped me off at the entrance at Blizzardclan and left me to grow up and be a warrior.
Fray
