Post by nova on Apr 17, 2009 15:07:46 GMT -8
I don't know where to post the application, so sorry if this isn't where it's supposed to be.
N a m e: Poisontail
G e n d e r: She-Cat
A g e: 17 moons
C l a n: Loner
R a n k: Warrior
I m a g e: 4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0mmhvYNQ80/RyVYsNRgBAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bOFZzOsd0-E/s400/Black%2BCat.jpg
F a m i l y: Phoenixpaw + Serpentpaw (siblings, ran away)
M a t e: None
K i t s: None
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: jim-frizzell.com/2007_spring/2007-04-23_black-snake-5.jpg
C o m p a n i o n:
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
P e r s o n a l i t y:
O v e r a l l:
S a m p l e:
C o d e . P h r a s e: starlit sorrows[/font]
N a m e: Poisontail
G e n d e r: She-Cat
A g e: 17 moons
C l a n: Loner
R a n k: Warrior
I m a g e: 4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0mmhvYNQ80/RyVYsNRgBAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bOFZzOsd0-E/s400/Black%2BCat.jpg
F a m i l y: Phoenixpaw + Serpentpaw (siblings, ran away)
M a t e: None
K i t s: None
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: jim-frizzell.com/2007_spring/2007-04-23_black-snake-5.jpg
C o m p a n i o n:
Venom is a black rat snake. He has a tendancy to be mysterious, suave, and hot tempered; many times he has saved Poisontail's life because of her....unwillingness to follow the rules.
Venom and Poisontail were born at the same time, bearing very similar lives - both Venom and Poisontail are, like their names, toxic to be around.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
Poisontail is a small, lithe black cat; she is not often seen without Venom wrapped lovingly around her neck. Het eyes are a passionate, but not fiery amber, that have a tendancy to giving off curious glows.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
Poisontail is a very small cat; a trait inherited through her dark ancestors. Her pelt looks as if liquid night has been spilled on her; her eartips the slightest dark gray. Her claws, like eagles talons. How much bloodshed has been behind them is a mystery to Starclan themselves.
A thought-provoking scar lays just above her left eye, jagged and pink, as if it were inflicted only the day before. Another, just as mysteroius, lays just above the bridge of her nose. Poisontail does not like talking about her scasr, or how she got them.
Her tail is unnaturally longer than most cats; it completely wraps around her front paws while she is sitting, with some left over. She constantly uses her tail to show her emotions; lashing it, or laying it on a friends shoulder.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Poisontail is not neccesarily a dark natured cat, just mysterious. She has an aura of misfortune clouding her life; sometimes she is worried that if she tries to act normal, like make friends or search for a mate, it will spread there too.
Breaking through her many layers is a difficuly process, but if you happen to manage the miracle, it is worthwhile. To those she trusts (which isn't many), she is a kind-hearted, and sometimes...humorous individual.
O v e r a l l:
Poisontail and Venom aren't exactly the source of all good in the forest...but not all the evil either. Watch out for her when she's bored, because when she is, she's desperate for some trouble to start - even if she has to start it herself.
S a m p l e:
The small, lithe black cat's ears pricked at the detection of prey; she would need to bring it back in order to feed her clan.
It took me forever for the clan to even begin to trust me. she thought. Now I have to prove it was worthwhile.
Her senses alert, she mentally prepared herself for the pounce she was about to take. Almost there...
A rustle of leaves burst through her world of silence.
Then nothing. No sound, no wind.
And especially no mouse.
Poisontail cursed at the distraction. "Venom!"
Her angry amber eyes stared down at her companion, but she couldn't stay mad at him for long. After all, he was all she had in this world.
His black beady eyes looked at the forest floor. "Sorry."
C o d e . P h r a s e: starlit sorrows[/font]
