Post by Scarnose on Oct 7, 2012 20:06:05 GMT -5
Name:
Scarnose. She got her name from being punished before becoming an apprentice, gaining a cut on the nose, thus earning the name Scarnose.
Age:
28 moons old.
Rank:
Warrior
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
Former Riverclan, Bloodclan warrior.
Appearance:
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Scarnose is a short haired, jet black colored she-cat, that loves to fight. Her black fur has small tiger trips of a darker black, and she tends to get really muddy to be able to sneak past an enemy cat. When you do spot her (since she's always on the run,) her eyes are a piercing red, filled with hatred and betrayal, but also compBrassion and sadness for the ones she loved, and lost. The times when her temper gets the best of her, the hair on the back of her backs stands up, causing a slight glimmer, especially in the moonlight, but when she wants to stay low, her hair is down, and it has a flat color so sneaking around is easier. She has another cut, but it's a small nick on her rear right leg that opens back up every once in a while. Scarnose's fur it medium-short, so it can protect her from the snow a little more, while it's also not hot for running. She loves getting wet, but only if she has enough time to dry off peacefully, so that means she isn't seen wet much.
Personality:
Scarnose may have only been an apprentice before everything happened, but her mind seemed to be ahead and more mature than the clan thought. Scarnose has no hesitation to kill, and would always listen to peers and elders, but since she has no one to follow at the time, she follows her own rules, but she still believes in the warrior code, even if she's considered a rogue. Scarnose has a slight hold in her heart for kits, so weak and defensless, like she once was. She wants to just settle down into a clan again, and maybe she won't be left for dead the next time. She has a great hatred for the other clans after that. Not much is known about what she truly knows, but she shows to be clever when fighting and avoiding patrols and taking kills. Scarnose likes to sneak out of her den a lot and gaze p at the skies. She tends to like being alone sometimes, but when talking to friends she can get a little more social. Even friends don't know that much about her. Though she will reveal it to someone soon, she mostly keeps quiet, and is a senior warrior- her fighting skills got her far.
History:
Scarnose used to be part of Riverclan, until she was abandoned by her mother and got lost in the forest, having to teach herself how to hunt and fight, getting only a small scar with a fight against a warrior patrolling its boundaries. She ended up living near the twoleg place, claiming territory under a large sheltering rock until the twolegs destroyed it for a home. She barely escaped being taken in by one, if she hadn't clawed out its face, she probably would've ended up a kitty pet, or worse. After that, Scarnose wandered the woods, scarred from her past, since her mentor wasn't the best, not the most friendly either. She doesn't remember most of her past after getting hit by a monster on the thunderpath back when she was an apprentice. She's lucky she didn't die, it was a miracle she only got a small scar, but it keeps on opening.
RP Example:
Scarnose had just finished eating her dinner of stolen mice, she dug them up after a hunting patrol had hid them, but she followed and took the mice, chomping down on the juicy treats, watching the mentors train their apprentices. She had longed for this sensation since she was kicked out of Riverclan for false reasons, living a life as a loner, building up on hatred and sadness. "A little weak, are you?" she purrs, biting into another treat and licking her again-open leg wound.
Scarnose. She got her name from being punished before becoming an apprentice, gaining a cut on the nose, thus earning the name Scarnose.
Age:
28 moons old.
Rank:
Warrior
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
Former Riverclan, Bloodclan warrior.
Appearance:
encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/image....BXxQHvg1hPUfQJw
Scarnose is a short haired, jet black colored she-cat, that loves to fight. Her black fur has small tiger trips of a darker black, and she tends to get really muddy to be able to sneak past an enemy cat. When you do spot her (since she's always on the run,) her eyes are a piercing red, filled with hatred and betrayal, but also compBrassion and sadness for the ones she loved, and lost. The times when her temper gets the best of her, the hair on the back of her backs stands up, causing a slight glimmer, especially in the moonlight, but when she wants to stay low, her hair is down, and it has a flat color so sneaking around is easier. She has another cut, but it's a small nick on her rear right leg that opens back up every once in a while. Scarnose's fur it medium-short, so it can protect her from the snow a little more, while it's also not hot for running. She loves getting wet, but only if she has enough time to dry off peacefully, so that means she isn't seen wet much.
Personality:
Scarnose may have only been an apprentice before everything happened, but her mind seemed to be ahead and more mature than the clan thought. Scarnose has no hesitation to kill, and would always listen to peers and elders, but since she has no one to follow at the time, she follows her own rules, but she still believes in the warrior code, even if she's considered a rogue. Scarnose has a slight hold in her heart for kits, so weak and defensless, like she once was. She wants to just settle down into a clan again, and maybe she won't be left for dead the next time. She has a great hatred for the other clans after that. Not much is known about what she truly knows, but she shows to be clever when fighting and avoiding patrols and taking kills. Scarnose likes to sneak out of her den a lot and gaze p at the skies. She tends to like being alone sometimes, but when talking to friends she can get a little more social. Even friends don't know that much about her. Though she will reveal it to someone soon, she mostly keeps quiet, and is a senior warrior- her fighting skills got her far.
History:
Scarnose used to be part of Riverclan, until she was abandoned by her mother and got lost in the forest, having to teach herself how to hunt and fight, getting only a small scar with a fight against a warrior patrolling its boundaries. She ended up living near the twoleg place, claiming territory under a large sheltering rock until the twolegs destroyed it for a home. She barely escaped being taken in by one, if she hadn't clawed out its face, she probably would've ended up a kitty pet, or worse. After that, Scarnose wandered the woods, scarred from her past, since her mentor wasn't the best, not the most friendly either. She doesn't remember most of her past after getting hit by a monster on the thunderpath back when she was an apprentice. She's lucky she didn't die, it was a miracle she only got a small scar, but it keeps on opening.
RP Example:
Scarnose had just finished eating her dinner of stolen mice, she dug them up after a hunting patrol had hid them, but she followed and took the mice, chomping down on the juicy treats, watching the mentors train their apprentices. She had longed for this sensation since she was kicked out of Riverclan for false reasons, living a life as a loner, building up on hatred and sadness. "A little weak, are you?" she purrs, biting into another treat and licking her again-open leg wound.
