Post by Nightfang on Jan 5, 2008 12:53:03 GMT -5
Name: Crazy/Mac/Mackenzie/Nightfang/Evil/Turkey.... it goes on.
Nickname: Mostly just Mac.
Age (Optional): ...13...so sadly .. only around 12 moons.
Literacy Level: I don't want to say anything to, too large but i think from when i started here at gazingpool my literacy level got SO much better.
Activity Level: Every single day... for at an average of about 4-5 hours.
Suggestions for the Site: Well, i think the gazingpool is great. And awsome and everything. but i think that we should either get some more members, or when people say they will make something then it should get done erlyer than when it's being get done.
Roleplaying Sample: Nightfang knew she wasn't suposed to be on the other side of the river. The fish behind her make noises. She needed them to stop slaping the other rocks. It could attract other cats. She could hear there scales moving below the blanket of the water. Herself standing on a rock.
Cold an damp from walking. Her paws bleeding only slightly. She didn't care or give any thought of it. She had to keep going. she drove herself across the river. When she got there the damp grass soothed the pain in her paws. Her white fur red now, but only slightly. She could feel the dew soak into her tail. Her fur getting heavy.
Nightfang knew that if she kept going she might pass out. But, none the less she just made a beat that her paws made each time they took a step. She kept going back to the sight of her father looking at her with horrid disgust. Feeling out of place. Regected. Nightfang knew she wasnt clan born yet she couldn't get the thought out of her head that she was tieing down Darkheart. Now that she was a warrior Darkheart was semi free of her and she felt better giving him his life back.
Instead of her father, shadowfur. She felt as though Darkheart was her father just because of the way he cared for her. Love, not as in love but love as a father or a brother. She knew it. Nightfang thought to herself that being a white cat could have been a disadvatage for her in terms of Sprinting after a scrawny pathetic vole. Then slaugtering it for a small bit of a meal. Or to add it to the fresh kill pile. She was hungry, her stomache making those odd sounds. Again. She didn't want to hunt because if the vole made anysound of the fish panicted then she would be found by night patrol.
P.S. if this isn't long enough i'll add to it later because i'm getting kicked off the computer, ok? hope you understand- Mac.
Nickname: Mostly just Mac.
Age (Optional): ...13...so sadly .. only around 12 moons.
Literacy Level: I don't want to say anything to, too large but i think from when i started here at gazingpool my literacy level got SO much better.
Activity Level: Every single day... for at an average of about 4-5 hours.
Suggestions for the Site: Well, i think the gazingpool is great. And awsome and everything. but i think that we should either get some more members, or when people say they will make something then it should get done erlyer than when it's being get done.
Roleplaying Sample: Nightfang knew she wasn't suposed to be on the other side of the river. The fish behind her make noises. She needed them to stop slaping the other rocks. It could attract other cats. She could hear there scales moving below the blanket of the water. Herself standing on a rock.
Cold an damp from walking. Her paws bleeding only slightly. She didn't care or give any thought of it. She had to keep going. she drove herself across the river. When she got there the damp grass soothed the pain in her paws. Her white fur red now, but only slightly. She could feel the dew soak into her tail. Her fur getting heavy.
Nightfang knew that if she kept going she might pass out. But, none the less she just made a beat that her paws made each time they took a step. She kept going back to the sight of her father looking at her with horrid disgust. Feeling out of place. Regected. Nightfang knew she wasnt clan born yet she couldn't get the thought out of her head that she was tieing down Darkheart. Now that she was a warrior Darkheart was semi free of her and she felt better giving him his life back.
Instead of her father, shadowfur. She felt as though Darkheart was her father just because of the way he cared for her. Love, not as in love but love as a father or a brother. She knew it. Nightfang thought to herself that being a white cat could have been a disadvatage for her in terms of Sprinting after a scrawny pathetic vole. Then slaugtering it for a small bit of a meal. Or to add it to the fresh kill pile. She was hungry, her stomache making those odd sounds. Again. She didn't want to hunt because if the vole made anysound of the fish panicted then she would be found by night patrol.
P.S. if this isn't long enough i'll add to it later because i'm getting kicked off the computer, ok? hope you understand- Mac.
