Post by shatteredlynx on Jun 28, 2008 18:29:20 GMT -5
Name: Pensive Phenoix
Nickname: Pense (rhymes with sense)
Gender: Female
Clan: Loner
Position: none
Age: 15 moons (young adult)
Appearance: Pense is about 1.5 feet tall when standing on all fours, with a lean slender form. Her pelt is a red, brown, ruddy combination, with grey ivory cream underparts. Pense's eye's are a dark olive green, her whiskers a jet black. She has medium sized, rounded ears, with creamy fur inside them, and black tufts on the ends. On the top of her head, her face, and across her sides, Pensive has faint clouded leopard spots that are a darker ruddy. Pense's fur is short, thick, warm, and soft, while her tail is fluffy and medium lenghted. Pensive has large, light ash colored paws, containing well-sharpened claws, ready for any fight she might find herself in. Her fangs are the same, large, deadly, and waiting. Her eyes glint with battle-lust most of the time.
Personality: Pense has a fiery, outgoing personality, and a fighting spirit. She will stand up for her rights, and for what she believes in. She is also stubborn, and not easy to persuade, while she can be quite persuasive in her own way, when she wants. Pense is a loner of sorts, liking to be alone most of the time. Once you get to know her, and if you get on her good side, Pense is a great, and fericly loyal friend. Get her on her bad side, and you're in for some scratches...
History: Pensive doesn't remeber any of her past. She does know, though, that she was born a single child, right after a great wave of sickness had died down, leaving her group of cats of with she was born to in ashes, and she, like the Phenoix, rose up, from the wrecked world of the strays, a symbol of new life, and of hope. Her child hood remains a mystery to her, but she also remebers her mother being killed by a junkyard dog while trying to get food for the weak and sick (her mother worked a a kind of medicine-cat/caretaker to the rest of the cats), and how she has attacked any dog she could find ever since she was strong and big enough. But the part of her childhood that she does not remember is that she wandered, helpless, after her mother was killed, still only 5 moons old. She had colapsed in the snow, to tired to go on, ready to give up. But something inside her pushed her to get up and go on, and soon she journeyed over the mountains, right into the territory of the clans. She now lives on the far side of the mountains, but walks into clan territory everyday.
Picture: None yet... but coming soon!
Code words: Leomonade, raspberry.
Nickname: Pense (rhymes with sense)
Gender: Female
Clan: Loner
Position: none
Age: 15 moons (young adult)
Appearance: Pense is about 1.5 feet tall when standing on all fours, with a lean slender form. Her pelt is a red, brown, ruddy combination, with grey ivory cream underparts. Pense's eye's are a dark olive green, her whiskers a jet black. She has medium sized, rounded ears, with creamy fur inside them, and black tufts on the ends. On the top of her head, her face, and across her sides, Pensive has faint clouded leopard spots that are a darker ruddy. Pense's fur is short, thick, warm, and soft, while her tail is fluffy and medium lenghted. Pensive has large, light ash colored paws, containing well-sharpened claws, ready for any fight she might find herself in. Her fangs are the same, large, deadly, and waiting. Her eyes glint with battle-lust most of the time.
Personality: Pense has a fiery, outgoing personality, and a fighting spirit. She will stand up for her rights, and for what she believes in. She is also stubborn, and not easy to persuade, while she can be quite persuasive in her own way, when she wants. Pense is a loner of sorts, liking to be alone most of the time. Once you get to know her, and if you get on her good side, Pense is a great, and fericly loyal friend. Get her on her bad side, and you're in for some scratches...
History: Pensive doesn't remeber any of her past. She does know, though, that she was born a single child, right after a great wave of sickness had died down, leaving her group of cats of with she was born to in ashes, and she, like the Phenoix, rose up, from the wrecked world of the strays, a symbol of new life, and of hope. Her child hood remains a mystery to her, but she also remebers her mother being killed by a junkyard dog while trying to get food for the weak and sick (her mother worked a a kind of medicine-cat/caretaker to the rest of the cats), and how she has attacked any dog she could find ever since she was strong and big enough. But the part of her childhood that she does not remember is that she wandered, helpless, after her mother was killed, still only 5 moons old. She had colapsed in the snow, to tired to go on, ready to give up. But something inside her pushed her to get up and go on, and soon she journeyed over the mountains, right into the territory of the clans. She now lives on the far side of the mountains, but walks into clan territory everyday.
Picture: None yet... but coming soon!
Code words: Leomonade, raspberry.