Pantherfang

[Midnight[x]Warrior]

• Name:
  Pantherfang
  
  
• Gender:
  She-cat
  
  
• Rank:
  Meddie Cat
  
  
• Clan:
  ShadowClan
  
  
• Appearance:
  Pantherfang is a slim she-cat. She has a triangular face. Her ears are pointed. She has piercing blue eyes that have a hint of violet in them. Her whiskers are black as well as the rest of her. She has no trace of white on her. She has a narrow chest. He body is very feminine and moves gracefully. She has strong legs and small paws. Her legs are just a bit longer then normal, but they aren't like some WindClan cats' legs. She has a long tail and unusually long fangs. Though her fangs are long, they are gentle with herbs and ill cats.
  
  
• Personality
  Pantherfang is a cat who expects to be respected by other cats. She gets snappy when you don't listen to her and you might just want to back down. She respects the leader and the deputy. The apprentices are annoying to her, sometimes even her own apprentice. She tries to avoid kits for she fears she will long for them. Warriors are an everyday thing, so they are pretty nuetral to her, except the know-it-all ones. Pantherfang is very gentle around ill cats, but they had better listen to her or else they might lose an ear. She tries her hardest to save a cat and if she can't save a cat, she may blame it on herself. In a dire situation, she will yell at others to help her.
  
  
• Heritage: (halfclan, rogueborn,kittypet born, clanborn (in your clan now) )
  Clanborn
  
  
• Role Play Sample: (atleast 2 paragraphs)
  (First cat so here I go)
  Pantherfang raced across the clearing after a piercing wail. Other cats were racing out of their dens or abandoning their fresh kill to find out the commotion. She noted that they were racing towards the nursery. Dang. Not the nursery. The wail had sounded like a kit's. A few warriors were lingering outside the nursery. She padded inside of it. Her eyes adjusted to the dark. It smelled of milk and warmth. Pantherfang remembered of her time in the nursery. She felt so safe and comfy in there. Snapping back into reality, she tried to figure out the source. It was a bit crowded in there. A queen and her kits were huddled in a corner with wide eyes.
  
  A tiny kit wailed again. She looked over on the other side and saw a small tabby kit hunched over. It trembled like a leaf. She caught the stench of sickness. The kit had thrown up in the nursery. It's mother, a pale ginger she-cat, stood over it with a panicked expression on her face. It's all right Honeypelt. We'll take care of Gorsekit. Pantherfang raced back to her den and grabbed some feverfew. She made the kit eat the leaves. It tried to spit it out, but she soothed it into swallowing. The kit settled down and fell asleep. It's breathing sounded a bit shallow. Honeypelt rapped her tail around Gorsekit and was too chocked to say anything. Pantherfang nodded, then padded out of the den.
  
  
• Custom or cannon:
  Custom
  
  
• Did you read the rules?:
  NO CROWFOOD! XD
  

[hawkstar]

accepted, you can RP her now!

[Spottedheart]

Okay, this solves that crazy situation going on in the C-Box earlier then?
;3 I'm glad we have all med's taken care of now. I won't have to worry when it comes to Moonpool.
Welcome to the site, btw!