Post by HaNnIbLe on Nov 2, 2008 20:40:24 GMT -5
[shadow=BLUE,left,300]NAME: Magic
CLAN: none
RANK: Rogue
GENDER: She-cat
AGE: 16 moons
DESCRIPTION: Magic is a radiant white she-cat. Her pelt matches the colors of the stars and the moon. Her coat is short and neat with a soft outlook to if like white clouds. Her eyes are a brilliant jade green that can almost mesmerize on-lookers. Her eyes are surrounded by a gentle pink that matches her perfecly shaped nose. Her tail is a long ribbon that streams out behind her sleek and thin body. Her voice is a silky lullaby, smooth and velvety. It rings out like the perfect sound of a bow glidind across the strings of a violin. She is overall a very beautiful feline woth perfect features. From her waving tail to her pointed ears, Magic is an enchanting she-cat to gaze upon.
PERSONALITY: Magic's personality reflects on her looks. She's beautiful and she knows it. Her velvety voice speaks out what she thinks. She is not afraid to express her thoughts, but sometimes prefers to keep things to herself. She can be gentle, and she can be fierce.
Magic also has a very kind heart. When it comes to kits she puts aside her stubborness and is very motherly-although she is fairly young. She has strong maternal instincts because she has given birth to two healthy litters.
Magic acts like she knows she's somebody. If it weren't for her keeping quiet most of the time, there wouldn't be a cat who didn't know of her existance. She likes to be the center of attention and likes others to be strongly aware of her presence when she's around. The jealousy of other she-cats is considered to be a very high praise in her eyes. Magic simply loves to be noticed.
HISTORY: A soft cry came from the throat of a newborn kit. Her mother lay panting in the effort of bearing the tiny kit along with her two littermates. Both the other kits had beed born lifeless. Still the little white kit mewed until she was at her mother's belly suckling to tame her hunger. "Magic," the feral mother whispered.
The she-cat kept her only kit well hidden as moons passed. The little white kit grew and her mother taught her all she needed to know about survival.
Soon Magic began to venture off. She captured the eyes of many young toms when she came across them. Her ribbonous tail would lift proudly as the toms' gazes followed her as she walked past.
When she was 10 moons old, Magic found her mother dead and torn open with the reek of fox strong all over her bloody body. Magic was devestated by her mother's death so she went on to find a new life. What she found was a handsome black tom with amazing blue eyes. They fell in love and together raised two healthy litters of kits. She's been with the tom ever since the day they met, and have never parted.
OTHER:
INSIGHT:
A snowy she-cat walked step-in-stepwith a black tom. They matched so perfectly, the tom appeared to be her shadow, and she, the ghost of his being. Their tails entwined as they continued to walk together down the path that would lead to their futures, that would complete their lives. But something abruptly interupted their path and they remained in the present, fearful and horror-stricken. "Run!" the tom yowled and both cats took off, back into the past, back into safety.
KITS:
1st Litter- Spark, Rose
2nd Litter- Hollow, Moon, Night, Sky
PIC:[/shadow]
CLAN: none
RANK: Rogue
GENDER: She-cat
AGE: 16 moons
DESCRIPTION: Magic is a radiant white she-cat. Her pelt matches the colors of the stars and the moon. Her coat is short and neat with a soft outlook to if like white clouds. Her eyes are a brilliant jade green that can almost mesmerize on-lookers. Her eyes are surrounded by a gentle pink that matches her perfecly shaped nose. Her tail is a long ribbon that streams out behind her sleek and thin body. Her voice is a silky lullaby, smooth and velvety. It rings out like the perfect sound of a bow glidind across the strings of a violin. She is overall a very beautiful feline woth perfect features. From her waving tail to her pointed ears, Magic is an enchanting she-cat to gaze upon.
PERSONALITY: Magic's personality reflects on her looks. She's beautiful and she knows it. Her velvety voice speaks out what she thinks. She is not afraid to express her thoughts, but sometimes prefers to keep things to herself. She can be gentle, and she can be fierce.
Magic also has a very kind heart. When it comes to kits she puts aside her stubborness and is very motherly-although she is fairly young. She has strong maternal instincts because she has given birth to two healthy litters.
Magic acts like she knows she's somebody. If it weren't for her keeping quiet most of the time, there wouldn't be a cat who didn't know of her existance. She likes to be the center of attention and likes others to be strongly aware of her presence when she's around. The jealousy of other she-cats is considered to be a very high praise in her eyes. Magic simply loves to be noticed.
HISTORY: A soft cry came from the throat of a newborn kit. Her mother lay panting in the effort of bearing the tiny kit along with her two littermates. Both the other kits had beed born lifeless. Still the little white kit mewed until she was at her mother's belly suckling to tame her hunger. "Magic," the feral mother whispered.
The she-cat kept her only kit well hidden as moons passed. The little white kit grew and her mother taught her all she needed to know about survival.
Soon Magic began to venture off. She captured the eyes of many young toms when she came across them. Her ribbonous tail would lift proudly as the toms' gazes followed her as she walked past.
When she was 10 moons old, Magic found her mother dead and torn open with the reek of fox strong all over her bloody body. Magic was devestated by her mother's death so she went on to find a new life. What she found was a handsome black tom with amazing blue eyes. They fell in love and together raised two healthy litters of kits. She's been with the tom ever since the day they met, and have never parted.
OTHER:
INSIGHT:
A snowy she-cat walked step-in-stepwith a black tom. They matched so perfectly, the tom appeared to be her shadow, and she, the ghost of his being. Their tails entwined as they continued to walk together down the path that would lead to their futures, that would complete their lives. But something abruptly interupted their path and they remained in the present, fearful and horror-stricken. "Run!" the tom yowled and both cats took off, back into the past, back into safety.
KITS:
1st Litter- Spark, Rose
2nd Litter- Hollow, Moon, Night, Sky
PIC:[/shadow]
[shadow=BLUE,left,300]THE ONLY PHRASE THAT CAN DESCRIBE MY LIFE:
AS IF BY MAGIC.[/shadow]
AS IF BY MAGIC.[/shadow]