Post by Kaylen/Amia/Kaysha on Jul 16, 2005 21:48:41 GMT -5
name: Amia (A-my-uh)
age: 2 summers
gender: Female
orbs: soft brown
pelt: Whitish, with very light faded tan.
personality: She's shy, but loyal. She is very sweet, she would do almost anything you ask of her, and she'll try her best to do so. She can be agressive, but it's not her nature to be. She is shy around all males, but more open to other femoras.
history: When Amia was younger she was the first born, and she was incredibally adventrous, she would wander out of the den, while her siblings would cowar about leaving the den, in a corner. Of course she would get dragged back in by her mother, but never the less, she would try her hardest to get out. And sometimes she did, and she would eventually be found and punished.
She would always get into trouble, scaring the other wolf pups, telling scary stories about her parents taking on forty wolves at once, and leaving the fight with no scars, or marks. And of course the other cubs would belive it, and run off to tell others. And she of course would get scolded for that.
When she was older, her white pelt grew in quite beautifully, and she would get talked about by the male pups she grew up to know quite well. Her mother warned her about males, and how they could get very aggressvie, and nasty. She has carried that till this day. Those words have turned a troublemaker, adventrous pup, in to a beautiful, elegant, but shy femora.
parents: mother-Ktia Father-unknown
siblings: two- Kelee-sister Kovo-male
whereabouts of parents: father-unknown mother-alive
whereabouts of silblings: both in pack they were born to
RP example: Light silent footsteps padded along the terrain, stepping with carfulness, and grace. A almost blinding white fured femora walked towards a still pond. Willow trees hung over, and blew in a slight breeze that ruffled the female's fur, and felt good to her. She peered into the icy blue water, and stared back at herself. To her suprise she saw a fish looking at her, she smiled, and touched the water with her paw, before it even lifted all the way, the fish quickly swam off.
Amia was able to see herself now that the fish was gone. She got up again, and walked back to one of the willow trees, she gazed at it's beauty, wondering if anyone took the time to think about how lucky they were to have such beautiful things as trees, or ponds. She sat back on her haunches, and gazed still at the tree. She looked over to the setting sun, which looked blazing. She admired the orange color, and how large the sun really was. She looked at the pink, and purpleish colors around the sun, as it slowely sank behind the distant foggy moutains. She lied down, and rested her head upon her paws, and closed her eyes.
age: 2 summers
gender: Female
orbs: soft brown
pelt: Whitish, with very light faded tan.
personality: She's shy, but loyal. She is very sweet, she would do almost anything you ask of her, and she'll try her best to do so. She can be agressive, but it's not her nature to be. She is shy around all males, but more open to other femoras.
history: When Amia was younger she was the first born, and she was incredibally adventrous, she would wander out of the den, while her siblings would cowar about leaving the den, in a corner. Of course she would get dragged back in by her mother, but never the less, she would try her hardest to get out. And sometimes she did, and she would eventually be found and punished.
She would always get into trouble, scaring the other wolf pups, telling scary stories about her parents taking on forty wolves at once, and leaving the fight with no scars, or marks. And of course the other cubs would belive it, and run off to tell others. And she of course would get scolded for that.
When she was older, her white pelt grew in quite beautifully, and she would get talked about by the male pups she grew up to know quite well. Her mother warned her about males, and how they could get very aggressvie, and nasty. She has carried that till this day. Those words have turned a troublemaker, adventrous pup, in to a beautiful, elegant, but shy femora.
parents: mother-Ktia Father-unknown
siblings: two- Kelee-sister Kovo-male
whereabouts of parents: father-unknown mother-alive
whereabouts of silblings: both in pack they were born to
RP example: Light silent footsteps padded along the terrain, stepping with carfulness, and grace. A almost blinding white fured femora walked towards a still pond. Willow trees hung over, and blew in a slight breeze that ruffled the female's fur, and felt good to her. She peered into the icy blue water, and stared back at herself. To her suprise she saw a fish looking at her, she smiled, and touched the water with her paw, before it even lifted all the way, the fish quickly swam off.
Amia was able to see herself now that the fish was gone. She got up again, and walked back to one of the willow trees, she gazed at it's beauty, wondering if anyone took the time to think about how lucky they were to have such beautiful things as trees, or ponds. She sat back on her haunches, and gazed still at the tree. She looked over to the setting sun, which looked blazing. She admired the orange color, and how large the sun really was. She looked at the pink, and purpleish colors around the sun, as it slowely sank behind the distant foggy moutains. She lied down, and rested her head upon her paws, and closed her eyes.
Kaysha