Post by - Shadow on Apr 21, 2013 23:30:34 GMT -5
Name: Barkpelt
Gender: Female (She-Cat)
Age: 16 Moons
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Personality: Barkpelt is your average warrior. She believes in Starclan and the Warrior Code. She is firm when disciplining younger cats, but not harsh. She is respectful and friendly to all she meets. She is often mothering to the kits and elders, caring for their needs selflessly and without having to be asked twice. She was a perfect apprentice, always willing to practice and learn when she messed up. Her major fault is just that. She is a perfectionist. Although she is willing to work for it, she will not allow herself to stop below perfect. She is not so hard on others, but does push them to be and do their best. She also takes others opinions of her to strongly. If she could just stop trying to be perfect, and stop being controlled by her need to fit in, she would be able to spend more time providing for her clan, but she does do that most of the time.
History: She was born and raised in Thunderclan to two warrior parents.
Role Play Sample: [Needed For First Bio]
Comments/Other: [/b]Barkpelt looked up. A bird flew over the camp singing its morning tune. She sighed, as the took in the view. She had gotten up early just for this. To catch the sunrise. She loved the way colors painted across the sky. It was impossible to explain, but it happened every day, and that was good enough for her. She then turned to see who was up for hunting. It was time for the patrols to start going out, and she knew she would be on one of them. She watched as other warriors started to rouse and appear. Soon she would be working for her clan again, but for now she returned to watching the pinks and oranges as they melted to make way for the sun. Clouds floated by lazily, as if it was the clouds that painted the colors in the sky.