Post by harrald on Mar 18, 2008 17:28:31 GMT -5
Another bio from some other website... xD I love moving my bios here.
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Name: Northpointe
Age: 24 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank Medicine Cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Appearance: A beautiful tricolor Maine Coon, Northpointe is a petite girl. She has a grand bone structure. Her head is a perfect shape, with a finely pointed muzzle. Her eyes are a large, glittering earthy brown, full of emotion. Her ears are considered large, with fine pointed lynx tips. She is long and slender in stature, and a beautiful girl for show. Her nose and pads are a soft, dark red-brown. Her tail is a long puff of flowing fur, along with her matching coat of orange-brown, dark brown, and cream-white. The coloring patterns upon her coat seem to form a cape of color, draped across her white back, and mask of brown hues. She has one large orange-brown spot on the right of her muzzle. Her teeth are surprisingly white, and her claws, also glittering white, are often sharpened. Her rough tongue is a faded brown, odd, instead of soft pink.
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Personality: Northpointe's personality is sweet and kind. Her melodic voice and sweet scent seem to tug at many tomcat hearts, and soften cruel temperaments. Her emotional eyes are quite a display. If she is sad, you feel it too. If she is happy, the world seems full of happiness. Northpointe may seem like the sweetest cat you've ever met, but treat her seriously, or you'll be in for a treat. When she snaps, there is no help for you. She is often furious with foolish apprentices, or young warriors. She may yell at one or another if they treat her like a mother, a friend - unless it's her apprentice - or just don't take her seriously.
History: At kithood, you could almost tell that Northkit would be unique. Her pelt was different, her ears were amazing. And her mew was sweeter than the canary's song. Her eyes, once open, were soft and gentle, almost the kindest thing to ever exist. She learned fast, and was on her way to apprenticeship for a warrior. But her paths, as StarClan would decree, were not here. They lay among those of a Medicine Cat's.
As Northkit grew older, she began to falter. Every attack on her kit brother, Flightkit, seemed to grow weaker and weaker. Until one day she could hardly stand on her own. Soon she was catching coughs like no kit before her. She reached 6 moons, and still rested ill in the Medicine Den. One day, on her 7th moon, she declared enough. No longer could she take so much dreaded illness. She raced off into the woods, where she managed to go far.
But weak as she was, she was soon drowning amid the river. It raced her into the lake. The she-kit felt the powers of the churning water, and knew she was going to die. Northkit awoke to see three WindClan faces. They had swam in after her, once caught sight of her drowning. She thanked them and walked quietly, and unsteadily, back to her home. Once there, the Medicine Cat Scaldwater made quick work to fix her up.
Soon, Scaldwater had passed away. He had grown to old, and was ready to join StarClan. But he had no apprentice to carry him on. Northkit, now and finally Northpaw, felt troubled. As soon as he had died, she had gotten back to her normal self. She also knew that every cat in the forest would suffer without a cat in knowledge of medicines. So Northpaw did a brave thing...
Role Play Example: See Foxtail's Bio
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Name: Northpointe
Age: 24 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank Medicine Cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Appearance: A beautiful tricolor Maine Coon, Northpointe is a petite girl. She has a grand bone structure. Her head is a perfect shape, with a finely pointed muzzle. Her eyes are a large, glittering earthy brown, full of emotion. Her ears are considered large, with fine pointed lynx tips. She is long and slender in stature, and a beautiful girl for show. Her nose and pads are a soft, dark red-brown. Her tail is a long puff of flowing fur, along with her matching coat of orange-brown, dark brown, and cream-white. The coloring patterns upon her coat seem to form a cape of color, draped across her white back, and mask of brown hues. She has one large orange-brown spot on the right of her muzzle. Her teeth are surprisingly white, and her claws, also glittering white, are often sharpened. Her rough tongue is a faded brown, odd, instead of soft pink.
Photograph:
Personality: Northpointe's personality is sweet and kind. Her melodic voice and sweet scent seem to tug at many tomcat hearts, and soften cruel temperaments. Her emotional eyes are quite a display. If she is sad, you feel it too. If she is happy, the world seems full of happiness. Northpointe may seem like the sweetest cat you've ever met, but treat her seriously, or you'll be in for a treat. When she snaps, there is no help for you. She is often furious with foolish apprentices, or young warriors. She may yell at one or another if they treat her like a mother, a friend - unless it's her apprentice - or just don't take her seriously.
History: At kithood, you could almost tell that Northkit would be unique. Her pelt was different, her ears were amazing. And her mew was sweeter than the canary's song. Her eyes, once open, were soft and gentle, almost the kindest thing to ever exist. She learned fast, and was on her way to apprenticeship for a warrior. But her paths, as StarClan would decree, were not here. They lay among those of a Medicine Cat's.
As Northkit grew older, she began to falter. Every attack on her kit brother, Flightkit, seemed to grow weaker and weaker. Until one day she could hardly stand on her own. Soon she was catching coughs like no kit before her. She reached 6 moons, and still rested ill in the Medicine Den. One day, on her 7th moon, she declared enough. No longer could she take so much dreaded illness. She raced off into the woods, where she managed to go far.
But weak as she was, she was soon drowning amid the river. It raced her into the lake. The she-kit felt the powers of the churning water, and knew she was going to die. Northkit awoke to see three WindClan faces. They had swam in after her, once caught sight of her drowning. She thanked them and walked quietly, and unsteadily, back to her home. Once there, the Medicine Cat Scaldwater made quick work to fix her up.
Soon, Scaldwater had passed away. He had grown to old, and was ready to join StarClan. But he had no apprentice to carry him on. Northkit, now and finally Northpaw, felt troubled. As soon as he had died, she had gotten back to her normal self. She also knew that every cat in the forest would suffer without a cat in knowledge of medicines. So Northpaw did a brave thing...
Role Play Example: See Foxtail's Bio
