Post by Crescent/Sapphire on Dec 25, 2005 5:38:21 GMT 10
Name
Killrith (KILL-rith)
Name Meaning
Well, I hope I don't have to explain what 'kill' means, but 'Rith', is an ancient Huntress that her former pride worshipped (The 'rith' part is made up)
Breed
Cougar
Age
2 1/2
Gender
Female
Description
Traditional cougar/mountain lion colors (sandy tan fur and pale green eyes). Has a very muscular build and unnaturally sharp talons. Also has black ears.
Personality
At least two lines
Killrith has a fiery temperment and doesn't tolerate much of other species (dogs/wolves), but is very mellow and caring towards other felines. She is exceptionally gifted at battling hence the name Killrith.
History
All you need to know is that she has no family.
Sample Post
Pale, minty green eyes stared out of the leaves of an abandoned oak tree. Fall was beginning to set in, but Killrith could care less. She looked out at any newcomers. A squirrel here and there, maybe a fox sniffing out a vowl, but nothing much in her interest. Then again, since when had her life been exciting?
She silently sighed to herself, and willed that something would happen. Then again, it wouldn't be the end of the world if she just slept all day like a cat would.
Extra: When I post as Killrith, it shall be dark green.
Killrith (KILL-rith)
Name Meaning
Well, I hope I don't have to explain what 'kill' means, but 'Rith', is an ancient Huntress that her former pride worshipped (The 'rith' part is made up)
Breed
Cougar
Age
2 1/2
Gender
Female
Description
Traditional cougar/mountain lion colors (sandy tan fur and pale green eyes). Has a very muscular build and unnaturally sharp talons. Also has black ears.
Personality
At least two lines
Killrith has a fiery temperment and doesn't tolerate much of other species (dogs/wolves), but is very mellow and caring towards other felines. She is exceptionally gifted at battling hence the name Killrith.
History
All you need to know is that she has no family.
Sample Post
Pale, minty green eyes stared out of the leaves of an abandoned oak tree. Fall was beginning to set in, but Killrith could care less. She looked out at any newcomers. A squirrel here and there, maybe a fox sniffing out a vowl, but nothing much in her interest. Then again, since when had her life been exciting?
She silently sighed to herself, and willed that something would happen. Then again, it wouldn't be the end of the world if she just slept all day like a cat would.
Extra: When I post as Killrith, it shall be dark green.
