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-{ Winter }-
The winter has been hard, but it's already drawing to a close. Every creature in the forest and desert is ready for the snows to melt, and the hunger of the season to ease up. Already, the snow had gotten heavy and wet, and for the moment temperatures are almost ten degrees above freezing in the woods. The rivers are swelling, and soon the forest will have to watch out for floods.
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Cinderflame « Thread Started on Dec 9, 2007, 2:15pm »
Name: Cinderflame
Pack: Kavari
Age: 32 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Leader
Description: Large black cat with tawny stripes (basically a tiger pattern in reverse). One gold eye, one green eye. A very long, thin tail. His muzzle is scarred and he is missing several whiskers.
Tattoos/Special Markings: No tattoos. He has a long scar running down his left hind leg.
Personality: Very quirky and intense. He is fiercely loyal to his tribe, and secretly dreams of them returning from exile. He can be very harsh to warriors, but loves playing with cubs. He can go from speaking softly to roaring in the same sentence. When trying to persuade other Kavari, he whisks his tail to distract them, which actually works very well. He is a fair and just leader.
History: Cinderflame was an only cub, but from a young age made great friends with the warriors and trainees. Due to his excellent fighting skills (he blended the traditional Kavari style with the ninja-esque moves of the Senya), he moved quickly through the ranks of the pack. He fought in the Wraith War, which is where he received his scar.
Role-Play Example: Cinderflame stalked silently across the whispering sands of the desert, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the plump Springbok. This would be more than enough food to feed the hungry cubs. His claws slid out, and he crouched, long tail twitching slightly. A single leap, and it was all over. Cinderflame, his jaws and claws bloody, surveyed the dead prey in satisfaction.
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