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Post by tainted on Feb 2, 2012 15:53:37 GMT -5
NAME// Feralfox
AGE// 28 Moons
GENDER// She-cat
CLAN// Tempest
DESIRED POSITION// Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// A ruffled brown tabby with teal eyes.
DESCRIPTION// Feral, indeed. This she-cat's fur is long and wavy, often matted or tangled as she rarely grooms it. To be honest, it's like she's been dragged backwards through a hawthorn bush. It is a dark reddish-brown colour, similar to fallen leaves. From her neck to the lower half of her tail, the fur is coated in white. There is also a white patch covering her muzzle, though uneven so one half stretches up her cheek until it barely reaches her right eye. Along her back runs a dark brown dorsal stripe, spiralling downwards into classic tabby markings. On her tail are three rings of cream. Feralfox only has one white sock, on her front left paw. The she-cat's nose is a dark grey, unusual combined with her fur colour. Her eyes are a light shade of blue, ringed with green. Two paper-thin scars circle her hind right paw, and she walks with a slight limp. After moons of hard training, the result is a strong warrior. Feralfox's build is lean and wiry, not an ounce of plumpness on her. Purely muscular - but haphazardly so.
PERSONALITY// A delicate little flower? Heck, no. Feralfox is fierce, proud and haughty. Talk about opening a can of whup-ass. She's anything but tame. Mention the word 'battle', and she'll perk up in an instant. You may have noticed, she has a fondness for battles. Whether it's chasing off a dog, or another stray, this she-cat is always there. At least she tries to be. She loves the adrenaline, the way her muscles burn when she swipes at her foe. At times, she can get somewhat carried away, and big-headed. Typically, she thinks she's the best fighter the Clan's ever seen. Not true. She's just adequate, and has a slight case of big-headedness. Anyways, moving on. As she can get carried away at times, she's not the best hunter. Stalking a squirrel, easy. But Feralfox's always of in her own little world. She'll picture her prey as an enemy, and show off her pouncing skills. Then .... rip the prey to shreds. Oops. Feralfox is a rather sociable soul. She loves to hang out with her best buddies. Who aren't she-cats. Pah, why would she want to hang around them? All they do is coo over toms and kits. Boooring. She enjoys a good scuffle, and they're not always up to it. To her, love is, well, gross.
EXPERIENCE// ---
OTHER// None ;3 [/blockquote] |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Feb 2, 2012 16:15:14 GMT -5
xx accepted
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