Post by ..:Spotts:.. on May 31, 2010 13:44:03 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
S P O T T E D P E L T[/sub]
O R I G I N A L N A M E : : T A Y L A
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
S H E C A T[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
19 M O O N S[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
T H U N D E R C L A N[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
W A R R I O R[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
Close to the breed of a bengal with silverish eyes[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
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>>Spottedpelt is a very beautiful bengal cat with unusual silver eyes. Oddly enough she has a small pink nose with a small black dot on it. Spottedpelt has short fur and has a long tail. She has about an inch of black on the tip of her tail. Spottedpelt also has a small, slender, body to fit in small spaces. For such a small body her strong muscles show quite well. She has three extremely noticeable scars one on her ear, her side, and one on her muzzle. The one on her ear is from falling into the lake and her ear was smashed between two rocks. The one on her side was from the battle that killed her mentor. And the one on her muzzle was from a fight with Windclan at the borders. Spottedpelt has long, sharp, pearly white teeth and nettle sharp claws. Her claws are black for some reason. She hides well in the dark but her bright siver eyes would give her away any night. Spottedpelts silver eyes seem to always dance like the moon and stars in silver pelt. Her eyes seem to always hide her emotions from other cats. The fur around Spottedpelt's pads are jet black as if she stepped in some tar from the thunderpaths around.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
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>>Spottedpelt is quit sweet and loves kits. Spottedpelt has always loved helping her clan. She sits outside the dens until all cats have gone to sleep. She stares at the stars waiting for a sign from starclan. She has always loved nighttime where the stars sparkle and the moon shines but also loves the sun and daytime when all her clan mates are out and about. Spottedpelt loves to sit outside the nursery talking to the queens and watching the future cats of the clan play. Spottedpelt seems to be very wise but when she talks she often gets off subject. Most clan cats like her but some think she's just stuck up and spoiled. She makes Friends easily like all the clan leaders. She has many Friends in her clan and a few in the others. Spottedpelt believes that if you just "roll" with it everything will surly work out. She hates water, she does not go near water unless herbs, to pick for her med cat, are growing there or if she really has to. Spottedpelt has proved herself many times over to starclan and to her clan.
YOUR FAMILY TREE
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Brother::
N A M E : : P O I S O N C R Y
O R I G I N A L N A M E : : S C A R 'A
D E S C R I P T I O N : : bengal tom with blue eyes, lives in shadowclan
Brother::
N A M E : : F A L C O N W I N G
O R I G I N A L N A M E : : W R A I T H
D E S C R I P T I O N : : silver bengal with grey eyes
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
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>>The light breeze tailed the wind, making the riverside reeds spill it's secret gossip. The sun's magnificent rays hit the earth, sending out it's glourious light. This was a perfect example of a nice green-leaf day. Silky spotted paws danced on the fertile soil, the cat's spirit soaring high as the clouds. The small bengal she-cat let out another smile, just another smile, but even a blind cat could see she was happier then a squirrel with a life-time supply of acorns.
This cat was Spottedpaw. Spottedpaw who will have her warrior ceremony this sunset, Spottedpaw. Yup, this was going to be the best day of her life, and no one was going to ruin it.
Lost in thought, Spottedpaw skipped across the trees, when a fowl scent smacked her nose. Her heart quickened and right on cue, two orange red beasts popped out of the bushes to her right. Thier bloodthirsty red eyes bore into her pelt, she could feel thier madning hunger by just looking at their scrawny pelts.
Automatically, one of the fox's claws whipped out, slamming it's paws on the side of the she-cat's face. She let out a hiss, and quick on her paws, leaped on the vermin who had just hit her. Her sharp and unforgiving teeth dug into the animal's pelt, fur clogging her throat, but she dared not let go. Her claws slashed it's sides, she could hear it's howl echo through her ears. The other fox stood up on it's hindlegs and slammed the side of her pelt, tearing her claws from it's companion. Blood trickled from the side of her face, smearing with her spotted fur. Her battle-cry rang through the trees and with that, she slashed her claws at the fox's belly, killing the animal instantly. Blood and cuts scatted her pelt, her breathing ragged and shallow. She slowly made her way to the other fox, but she was too slow. The fox gave a large cut, slicing her side open, blood flowed from the wound likee a river. A nasty scar that stil showed today. Spottedpaw screamed at the pain, and then a blur of red flashed before her eyes, hurling her head on to a tree.
The last thing she heard was her mentor's raspy battle cry, then everything went black...
