Post by Spottedfur on Feb 22, 2008 20:12:18 GMT -4
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Name: Crimsonstrike
Dubbance: Crimsonstrike
Age: 16 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SinClan
Role: Warrior
Personality: short-tempered and dark, as a secret love for romance.
Fur Color: Jet black, blood-red slatter-like markings on her muzzle, paws, and (not as thickly)pelt.
Eye Color: deep, almost black, blue
Size: rather small
Kits: (none)
Mate: (none)
Parents: Was found beside a queen, but she said she was not hers. (aka, they wanted to stay hidden)
History: Feeling unwanted all her life, Crimsonstrike has a tendency to wander off from the camp, but returns slightly battered, the portrols finding slain foxes or badgers in the territory. They found out it was she who did this....
A portrol came upon a scent.
"Fox! We must kill it!"
"Yes... let's try a sneak attack."
"Wise of you."
They crept through bushes, following the scent till they came upon a honey scent.
"Wait... that's-"
"Crimsonstrike!" an apprentice cried, surpizing both the warriors and the fox.
"Mouse-brained kit!" and Crimsonstrike lept out at the back of the fox. She bit above the Fox's foot, ripping out the musles. The fox fell with a yelp. Crimsonstrike dodged the fox's paw and ripped out the muscle of the other leg, skiding infront of the animal to leap at it's face, dragging her fangs across the fox's eyes, blinding it; but it didn't make a sound. It couldn't. While she had been destracting it with the facal blow, she had hooked her claws around it's throat, ripping it open. She dragged one set of claws down the fox's chest, swinging herself under it's belly to rake her claws up the soft skin. Crimsonstrike lept out from under the beast as it collasped on the ground, bleeding and dying, unable to cry for help. She turned back to the portrol, slightly panting.
"You... how...?"
"Keep that kit's mouth shut." Crimsonstrike spat, leaving to go bathe herself in a river.
Other: Has hook-like claws and long, sharp fangs. Her hunting and fighting skills are exellent, holding the ability to slay badgers, foxes, and dogs. She can climb a tree without desturbing a soul, no one can figure out who her parents are. She has a very weak left hip.
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Name: Crimsonstrike
Dubbance: Crimsonstrike
Age: 16 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SinClan
Role: Warrior
Personality: short-tempered and dark, as a secret love for romance.
Fur Color: Jet black, blood-red slatter-like markings on her muzzle, paws, and (not as thickly)pelt.
Eye Color: deep, almost black, blue
Size: rather small
Kits: (none)
Mate: (none)
Parents: Was found beside a queen, but she said she was not hers. (aka, they wanted to stay hidden)
History: Feeling unwanted all her life, Crimsonstrike has a tendency to wander off from the camp, but returns slightly battered, the portrols finding slain foxes or badgers in the territory. They found out it was she who did this....
A portrol came upon a scent.
"Fox! We must kill it!"
"Yes... let's try a sneak attack."
"Wise of you."
They crept through bushes, following the scent till they came upon a honey scent.
"Wait... that's-"
"Crimsonstrike!" an apprentice cried, surpizing both the warriors and the fox.
"Mouse-brained kit!" and Crimsonstrike lept out at the back of the fox. She bit above the Fox's foot, ripping out the musles. The fox fell with a yelp. Crimsonstrike dodged the fox's paw and ripped out the muscle of the other leg, skiding infront of the animal to leap at it's face, dragging her fangs across the fox's eyes, blinding it; but it didn't make a sound. It couldn't. While she had been destracting it with the facal blow, she had hooked her claws around it's throat, ripping it open. She dragged one set of claws down the fox's chest, swinging herself under it's belly to rake her claws up the soft skin. Crimsonstrike lept out from under the beast as it collasped on the ground, bleeding and dying, unable to cry for help. She turned back to the portrol, slightly panting.
"You... how...?"
"Keep that kit's mouth shut." Crimsonstrike spat, leaving to go bathe herself in a river.
Other: Has hook-like claws and long, sharp fangs. Her hunting and fighting skills are exellent, holding the ability to slay badgers, foxes, and dogs. She can climb a tree without desturbing a soul, no one can figure out who her parents are. She has a very weak left hip.
