Post by {Cou}garst{ar} on Mar 26, 2007 3:19:02 GMT -5
Name: Dustfeather
Clan: MoonClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 55 Moons
Position: Elder
Personality: Dustfeather is a very short tempered she-cat. She has a very sharp tongue and will almost always snap at someone. When she is in a good mood she is cheerful and kind. A bad day, you better keep your head in! She is very strict and she sticks to the Warrior Code like a caterpillar to a leaf!
Physical feature: Dustfeather is a light-yellow dust color. She has little stripes of snow-white fur on her back. Her tail-tip is white as well as a ring around her Left-ear. She has a very pink nose and tongue. Her eyes are a shade of gold. Some days they darken until they are a shade of dark tan.
History: Dustfeather is a born and bred MoonClanner. She was strictly brought up and her mother and father passed away when she took on the name Dustpaw. She had no siblings and she doesn't regret that! (sorry its not that much!)
How did you find out about EnchantedClans?: My awesome friend Foxheart!
IC: Dustpaw woke up as deep pang of sadness struck her heart. The apprentice uncurled and stretched, showing her sturdy muscles. She stood up and slowly started to pad toward the entrance of the Apprentice's den. As she neared the door, her best friend Flickerpaw came up to greet her. Dustpaw looked into Flickerpaws deep blue eyes, grief and unwillingness was there. Flickerpaw blinked her eyes, trying to get rid of the signs of her feelings, like a tick on her ear.
"Your parents are dead." She mewed, resting her tail on Dustpaws shoulder.
She opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out. Dustpaw stumbled back, blindly. Numb to her surrounding.
"No!" She managed to whisper.
Flickerpaw beckoned with her tail and led they way out.
Dustpaw stared in disbelief and unimaginable grief as they took her parents away to be buried. She looked around, looking for support.
No one came. This was the day Dustpaws life really began.