Servalspot

[Midnightstorm]

• Name:
  Servalspot
  
  
• Gender:
  Female
  
  
• Rank:
  Warriors
  
  
• Clan:
  ThunderClan
  
  
• Appearance:
  www.indyzoo.com/image_gallery/African-serval-cat.jpg
  Servalspot is a yellow-tan she-cat with a distinctively patterned pelt. Bold black spots stand out on her light colored fur, and her short tail has black rings ending with a black tail tip. Her legs are long, and covered in spots like the rest of her pelt, and she has the lean frame of a WindClan cat. Her ears are interesting, because they're black with a yellow-tan spot on the back, to look kinda like eyes from behind. She has a black nose, and stoic light icy blue eyes.
  
  
• Personality:
  Servalspot is a mellow, placid cat, always laid-back and carefree. She is highly rebellious, and tends to do things she's told not to do mainly to spite whoever told her not to do whatever it was. She has an opinion about everything, and often interrupts conversations to put in her opinion. She tends to find herself missing a lot of Gatherings because she's gotten herself in trouble, so lately she's been trying to follow the rules and only toe at the line instead of crossing it. She often teases Midnightstorm for being a goody-goody, since when they were kits and apprentices they got into so much trouble it wasn't funny. Servalspot is a very agressive fighter, and shows no sympathy in battle. She'd die to save her Clan, and has come pretty close a time or two, especially when she was an apprentice. Servalspot has the need to be on top, to be first, to be the best, and that often gets on other cat's nerves.
  
  
• Heritage:
  HalfClan (ThunderClan and WindClan)
  
  
• Role Play Sample:
  Spotted paws padded lightly against the damp soil, the low undergrowth bushing against a spotted yellow-tan pelt, dew making Servalspot's fur stick to her skin. Her unusual ears were perked as she listened for any sound of prey amongst the rain-coated undergrowth. A soft scurrying sound caught her attention and her icy blue gaze shifted in that direction. A rather plump mouse had just stopped and was nibblnig at a seed, completely oblivious to Servalspot.
  
  The she-cat crouched, judging the distance, trying very hard to keep her ringed tail from lashing or even flicking in case it made a noise that would alert the mouse of her prescense. She pounced, landing on the mouse jsut as it started to scramble away. With one swift bite to the neck the mouse went limp, and Servalspot burried it near the roots of a tree. She'd pick it up on her way back to camp. Lifting her head, the wet warrior resumed her hunting. After all, the Clan had to eat.
  
  
• Custom or cannon:
  Custom
  
  
• Did you read the rules?:
  Blind Kits Kick Butt
  

[Bramblestar]

omg i love that pic!

'cepted

[Spottedheart]

Holey crap same here!!!
accepted x 2!!!