Post by Foxy on Jun 30, 2011 10:49:25 GMT -5
So here I go!
I have got my back to the wind
I have got my back to the wind
.::Foxy::.
Female | 26 Moons | Siberian Cat
Name~
Foxy
Age~
26 Moons
Home~
Somewhere dark:: Swamp, living in a tree root.
And I will fly higher than I ever have been
I'll follow all my dreams, my destiny is waiting for me
I'll follow all my dreams, my destiny is waiting for me
Fears:
Dogs, people
Likes:
Nothing
Dislikes:
Everything
Overall Personality:
Foxy hates most cats. She is cruel and has a sharp attitude. Her skills are usually really keen but sometimes they slip. She enjoys to practice alot. Fighting and hunting. Even though she may rairly never need them. She belives in using your claws rather then words. Blood is her life and she would do anything to keep it that way. Her blood is cold and she is not a very nice cat. There is usally one word to descride her. Evil.
All though she is this way. She dosn't really have a soft side. She enjoys to lead and take charge then rather fall behind and be a shadow. She hates it when cats purposly annoy her and try to get on her bad side. She puts all her strength in everything she does. She is not a very lazy cat. Foxy enjoy's to explore territorys and sometimes makes fights along the way.
I am on my way, heading for a sunnier sky
And all my past worries, I will leave them behind
And all my past worries, I will leave them behind
Appearance:
Foxy is a red she cat with some dark red blotches. {As seen in Profile Picture} She has bright green almon shaped eyes. She has very long dark claws and giant fangs.
History:
Foxy dosn't remember her history very well.
Now it is time for the beginning of a brighter day
It's a brighter day!
It's a brighter day!
Chat Box Name:
Foxy
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Role play Sample:
Foxy slinked through the darkness. Her red fur was silky and it reflected beatifully from the moonlight. She kept her eyes locked on a mouse that was laying under the moonlight. Too easy. She snickered in her mind. Why couldn't prey be more fun to catch? She slinked forward. Her long dark claws digging into the soft soil. She slithered silently a few feet. Then stopped. She mouse hasn't spotted her. She grinned evil and leaped foward. She bit it on the neck without a sound and ate it while it was still warm.
