Post by crackle on Oct 15, 2006 10:43:54 GMT -5
Name: Crackle of burnt leaves (Crackle)
Age: 39 Moons
Clan: Tribe of Burning Fire
Position: Tribe Leader/Healer
Gender: She-Cat
Appearance: Crackle is a long, slender she cat. Her muscles can be seen through her glossy tan pelt. She has black stripes like the fiercest tiger. Her eyes are as blue as the deepest ocean, giving a frightful icy stare. Her long fangs penetrate her bottom lip, as they are so big that Crackle cannot keep them inside her mouth. She has a large, whiplike tail that swishes back and forth, sending an eerie whistle through the air. Crackle has long whiskers that drag on the ground when she is in a hunting crouch.
Personality: Crackle is a somewhat crazy cat. Her moods could change in an instant. One minute she could be your best friend, the next she could be trying to claw yours ears off. She could be your mate for a minute, and then you go to get something for her, and when you return she could be gone. But despite all of her bad qualities, Crackle cares about her tribe with the deepest love, the love that she scratches out from the bottom of her withered heart.
History: Crackle was born a rouge, and named Naomi. Her brother, Milo, was her faithful companion as they roamed the land together. But one cold, November morning, Naomi realized that Milo was not there. She began to run, creating a desperate search for her brother. She had really hoped that he did not venture into the woods, for in there were things that only appeared in Naomi’s nightmares, things that her mother had told Naomi about before she died.
Naomi had also hoped that Milo had not dared to go fishing out on the rocks of a cliff that was nearby, because the burnt orange leaves that fell from the trees had scattered in a certain way, revealing to Naomi how the waves were going to be, like they always did. And today, the mystical leaves had told Naomi that a storm was arriving from off the coast, sending the waves so high that they almost touched the black, rusty, chain link fence which had a tiny cat sized hole at the bottom.
Milo’s sudden disappearance had struck Naomi making the hole where her mother and father used to be even wider. She was alone.
Picture: N/A
IC: With an ache in her heart, Naomi left. She left because seeing the place her family used to have so much fun in made her hurt. Naomi suddenly remembered everything. Blinking to keep the tears away, Naomi looked around. There was the small bramble thicket in which her mother had raised her in. There was the tiny puddle that never dried out, and Naomi’s recent den, stacked with many herbs, and the last of the green leaves. Tiny pearl droplets leaked out of Naomi’s eyes, clinging to her golden fur. There was nothing for her here. It was pointless for her to stay. With red, tearstained eyes, Naomi left.
Code: Fire Cats
Age: 39 Moons
Clan: Tribe of Burning Fire
Position: Tribe Leader/Healer
Gender: She-Cat
Appearance: Crackle is a long, slender she cat. Her muscles can be seen through her glossy tan pelt. She has black stripes like the fiercest tiger. Her eyes are as blue as the deepest ocean, giving a frightful icy stare. Her long fangs penetrate her bottom lip, as they are so big that Crackle cannot keep them inside her mouth. She has a large, whiplike tail that swishes back and forth, sending an eerie whistle through the air. Crackle has long whiskers that drag on the ground when she is in a hunting crouch.
Personality: Crackle is a somewhat crazy cat. Her moods could change in an instant. One minute she could be your best friend, the next she could be trying to claw yours ears off. She could be your mate for a minute, and then you go to get something for her, and when you return she could be gone. But despite all of her bad qualities, Crackle cares about her tribe with the deepest love, the love that she scratches out from the bottom of her withered heart.
History: Crackle was born a rouge, and named Naomi. Her brother, Milo, was her faithful companion as they roamed the land together. But one cold, November morning, Naomi realized that Milo was not there. She began to run, creating a desperate search for her brother. She had really hoped that he did not venture into the woods, for in there were things that only appeared in Naomi’s nightmares, things that her mother had told Naomi about before she died.
Naomi had also hoped that Milo had not dared to go fishing out on the rocks of a cliff that was nearby, because the burnt orange leaves that fell from the trees had scattered in a certain way, revealing to Naomi how the waves were going to be, like they always did. And today, the mystical leaves had told Naomi that a storm was arriving from off the coast, sending the waves so high that they almost touched the black, rusty, chain link fence which had a tiny cat sized hole at the bottom.
Milo’s sudden disappearance had struck Naomi making the hole where her mother and father used to be even wider. She was alone.
Picture: N/A
IC: With an ache in her heart, Naomi left. She left because seeing the place her family used to have so much fun in made her hurt. Naomi suddenly remembered everything. Blinking to keep the tears away, Naomi looked around. There was the small bramble thicket in which her mother had raised her in. There was the tiny puddle that never dried out, and Naomi’s recent den, stacked with many herbs, and the last of the green leaves. Tiny pearl droplets leaked out of Naomi’s eyes, clinging to her golden fur. There was nothing for her here. It was pointless for her to stay. With red, tearstained eyes, Naomi left.
Code: Fire Cats
