Post by owlfeather on Dec 3, 2006 22:38:53 GMT -5
Ninja go Bye-bye!
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Name: Owlstar
Gender: Female
Age: 33 Moons
Clan: Duskclan
Position: Leader
Picture: None D:
But here's a barn owl! =D
The three main colors you see are Owlstar's pelt colors.
Description: Her fur is mostly white, splotched with a tan and brown mainly around her hind legs. She resembles the tyto alba barn owl greatly, partly the reason of her name. She even has a rather heart shaped face.
Her frame is long and lanky, muscular yet smooth and with a defanate grace. Her eyes are chips of gold; shining, cool, and ambitious.
Personality: She's rather aged, yet is still in her prime. She's cool, and shows mercy, but her eyes are stern. She was never made a mentor after the incident; though she wishes to be.
A while back she had one; but the apprentice was young and foolish and set off on his own. When Owlstar, Owlfeather at the time, tried to follow, she found the Apprentice being carried away by an owl.
Many of the clan decided that it was a sign she shouldn't have an apprentice.
She lives a lonely yet content life, trying to serve her clan with unflinching loyalty.
History: As said before, she had an apprentice once apon a time carried off by a barn owl. Perhpas that is her most distinct memory.
She was born to a Rogue mother, though before Owlkit was apprentice age her mother was killed. Oddly enough, the very same battle took place under a large tree which hosted the very same owl that carried off her apprentice. After that, she joined the clan. No one truely trusts her with their life, but her words, no matter what her heritage, is what gets her a place in the clan.
Her name was dubbed to her because of where her mother was killed; Under a large tree where an owl was said to nest. The very same owl that carried off her apprentice. Connections, no?
Her pelt also strikingly resembles an owl.
She grew up a normal life, serving her clan with her head down. No one's questioned her after the owl incident; she dosen't truely seem to be noticed.
Just another; mingled in with the clan.
Other: Barn owls are spiffy.
RP example: Psh. I just made an introduction.
Alright, Rogue.
Starting... Now.
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Amber eyes quickly scanned the camp, sizing up the warriors as her piercing eyes fell on them. Her muscular body moved effortlessly and silently through the underbrush, her ears trained on one thing;
The kit.
A little thing, probably half way to apprentice age. Fur the color of mud, eyes dull and unintelligent. It'd work.
Her red pelt was pressed the the ground, the sun shining on the yellow and orange blotches that marked it, closer and closer she came, the kit oblivious.
And then she struck.