Personnel Traits
Name: Sandstreak
Alias: Sandpaw, Sandkit
Age: 14 Moons (So a new warrior)
Gender: Female
Personality: Sandstreak is friendly and curious. As a young kit she was always wandering out of the nursery. She can be pesky but tends to be good natured when she wants to get something special. Sandstreak loves it when she is the center of attention, so she's always doing things to try to get attention.
History: Sandstreak was born to Cleanfoot and Marigoldfur. Her brother, Snowkit and Woodkit both died when they were born. Sandstreak believes in the warrior code, so she has not disobeyed it in anyway (so far).
Physical Traits
Breed of Cat: Maine Coon Cat
Height: 3.2 ft, from nose to tail tip
Weight: 15 lbs.
Color of Eyes: Green (That's the normal color)
Appearance:
Physical/Performance-wise Weakness: She is pretty big and cannot fit through small spaces.
Mental Traits
Interests: Chasing butterflies, fighting, playing with the other cats, enjoying herself
Dislikes: Rabbits (She thinks that they're disgusting), having to wait around, having to be patient
Fears: Getting stuck in bramble bushes, getting killed
Mental Strengths: Very curious and observant, as previously mentioned. She often notices things before others do.
Mental Weaknesses: Sometimes she lets her curiousity get the better of her.
Social Status
Tribe/Clan: SkyClan
Rank: Warrior
Family: Brothers: Snowkit, Woodkit, both dead. Mother: Marigoldfur. Father: Cleanfoot. Aunt: Berryrose (Marigoldfur's sister)
Mate: None... yet
Kits: None... yet
Extra: No, I think that that's it.
RP Sample: NOTE: THIS IS FROM ANOTHER WEBSITE THAT I ROLEPLAY AT!
The air smelled salty and tasted pungent when it entered Soffe's mouth. She was walking along the ridge that overlooked the harbor where the dock stood. Soffe heard a cry, but not one of pain, one of joy. She looked up and saw a seagull circling over head, she smiled, they were such funny birds. Suddenly, Soffe jheard a loud noise, it was a bang!
What could that noise be? Soffe wondered silently.
Soffe knew whta it was soon, she saw the Sea gull freeze in mid air, then fall down suddenly. Soffe wondered who had shot the bird, and what they were going to do with it. she decided that they would probably eat it and share it with their family, unless they sold it to the capitol. A train was going to come in just a few minutes, so many people would be waiting at the station. Soffe loved train-days, it meant everybody was out and about, so she had the roads and the dock to herself. She began to walk down the small set of wooden stairs that led to the docks themselves. She loved the feeling of the bare wood against the skin on her feet. Something about it calmed the fire that was always relentlessly burning inside her.
Soffe walked towards Edgar, who was standing on the dock carrying a large cod. Soffe wished she could fish the way Edgar could, then she would never be hungry. Of course, Edgar sold most of his catches. Edgar's back was to Soffe, so he didn't see her.
He is probably very rich, lucky him, lucky his family. Soffe thought bitterly, she knew about Edgar because he was undoubtubly one of the best, and most famolus fishermen in town.
"Hello, Edgar Roso." Soffe said.
Name: Sandstreak
Alias: Sandpaw, Sandkit
Age: 14 Moons (So a new warrior)
Gender: Female
Personality: Sandstreak is friendly and curious. As a young kit she was always wandering out of the nursery. She can be pesky but tends to be good natured when she wants to get something special. Sandstreak loves it when she is the center of attention, so she's always doing things to try to get attention.
History: Sandstreak was born to Cleanfoot and Marigoldfur. Her brother, Snowkit and Woodkit both died when they were born. Sandstreak believes in the warrior code, so she has not disobeyed it in anyway (so far).
Physical Traits
Breed of Cat: Maine Coon Cat
Height: 3.2 ft, from nose to tail tip
Weight: 15 lbs.
Color of Eyes: Green (That's the normal color)
Appearance:
- Spoiler:
Physical/Performance-wise Weakness: She is pretty big and cannot fit through small spaces.
Mental Traits
Interests: Chasing butterflies, fighting, playing with the other cats, enjoying herself
Dislikes: Rabbits (She thinks that they're disgusting), having to wait around, having to be patient
Fears: Getting stuck in bramble bushes, getting killed
Mental Strengths: Very curious and observant, as previously mentioned. She often notices things before others do.
Mental Weaknesses: Sometimes she lets her curiousity get the better of her.
Social Status
Tribe/Clan: SkyClan
Rank: Warrior
Family: Brothers: Snowkit, Woodkit, both dead. Mother: Marigoldfur. Father: Cleanfoot. Aunt: Berryrose (Marigoldfur's sister)
Mate: None... yet
Kits: None... yet
Extra: No, I think that that's it.
RP Sample: NOTE: THIS IS FROM ANOTHER WEBSITE THAT I ROLEPLAY AT!
The air smelled salty and tasted pungent when it entered Soffe's mouth. She was walking along the ridge that overlooked the harbor where the dock stood. Soffe heard a cry, but not one of pain, one of joy. She looked up and saw a seagull circling over head, she smiled, they were such funny birds. Suddenly, Soffe jheard a loud noise, it was a bang!
What could that noise be? Soffe wondered silently.
Soffe knew whta it was soon, she saw the Sea gull freeze in mid air, then fall down suddenly. Soffe wondered who had shot the bird, and what they were going to do with it. she decided that they would probably eat it and share it with their family, unless they sold it to the capitol. A train was going to come in just a few minutes, so many people would be waiting at the station. Soffe loved train-days, it meant everybody was out and about, so she had the roads and the dock to herself. She began to walk down the small set of wooden stairs that led to the docks themselves. She loved the feeling of the bare wood against the skin on her feet. Something about it calmed the fire that was always relentlessly burning inside her.
Soffe walked towards Edgar, who was standing on the dock carrying a large cod. Soffe wished she could fish the way Edgar could, then she would never be hungry. Of course, Edgar sold most of his catches. Edgar's back was to Soffe, so he didn't see her.
He is probably very rich, lucky him, lucky his family. Soffe thought bitterly, she knew about Edgar because he was undoubtubly one of the best, and most famolus fishermen in town.
"Hello, Edgar Roso." Soffe said.
