Post by stream on Apr 6, 2011 19:34:36 GMT -5
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QUICK DESCRIPTION:
Normally Streamwind would be they type that isn't much to look at, but shes they type that makes you look. Her dazzling green eyes are demanding, and despite the fact she is smaller than most other warriors she holds herself with authority. Her coat is a slightly messy mesh of orange, gray, black and white. She tends to be slimmer like most other windclan cats, but with her shortness it give a slight kit like appeal to her.
roleplay sample:
A back tipped tail waved back and forth, green eyes were were fixed prey. If the hare knew it was being hunted it showed not sign as it nibbled on its grass in blissful ignorance. The female felt her tongue swipe gracefully over her white maw, she she took a step foreword. Her mind became aware of the fact her paw had become caught in some bracken, but she want in time to take her step back. The snap was painfully loud to her ear, and apparently for the rabbits as well. Its head shot up, then it ran. Behind it the female matched it step for step. She wasn't called Stream wind for no reason, she thought proudly as she started to over take the small animal. With one well trained paw swipe she tripped it, then leaped on it all one one fast movement. It squeaked in fear, but it didn't have long before she let it out of ts misery with a quick bite to the neck.
She sat on her haunches catching her breath for a moment, her eyes fixed on a crow that had taken flight in the commotion she had caused. She had probably scared off every thing in the area, she that disparagingly. She looked at the fat rabbit and decided that it could feed two no problem. If there wasn't much food in the pile she could come out hunting again after the sun had passed further in the sky and the animals came back out from hiding. dragging the rabbit with her, she weaved her way back to camp hopping to get some rest and maybe clean her fur. She felt sticky from the sun and dirt that had clogged her fur in her run.