Speed of flying eagle (speed)

[Spottedheart]

• Name: Speed of flying eagle (or speed)
  
  
• Gender: she-cat
  
  
• Rank: Prey-hunter
  
  
• Clan: Tribe of Rushing water
  
  
• Appearance: (the picture abouve) She is a verry fast, long-haired tabby. Her pelt is oak brown with dark brown + black stripes. Her mussle, underbelly, hind legs, and her front right paw are white. Her legs are long and muscular. Her nose is pink, and her whiskers are small and have no color at all. Speed's eye's are small and bright yellow, which were almost blinded by the snow. Her skin is coated with scars from rocks scraping against them, but her long fur covers them so they're hardly seen anymore.
  
  
• Personality: Speed of flying eagle is verry tough, and likes to pretend to be the boss. Her ciriousity makes her verry sly and smart. She is not shy one bit. She can be verry kind on occasian, but she likes to be demanding and brave. She also likes to talk cats into doing something they're not suposed to do. The weird thing about speed, is that she acts like a tom. (read the extra history below this bio)
  
  
• Heritage: Tribe born
  
  
• Role Play Sample:
  Speed of flying eagle had her eyes stuck to the crack in the rocky wall by the mountain. She sniffed, she was two fox lengths away from a meaty mouse. She spotted a seed by the bushels of bramble, and ran to go get it, slipping in some snow. "I've got you now, bastard!" She whispered to herself, picking up the seed carefully between her teeth.
  When she got back to the rock wall, she spit out the seed a tail lenght in front of the crack, then ran back a little, verry swiftly. The mouse came running out, and snatched the seed. Speed backed up into a rock the color of the mud splattered on her, and waited. She heard an eagle flapping it's wings above. She looked up, and there was the huge creature, coming down on the mouse at full speed. Speed jumped out and started running, and as soon as the eagle killed the mouse, he spread out his wings, ready to depart. But Speed was faster. She jumped n top of the eagles backside then bit down on his neack, blood squirting out like rain. She clawed down his wings, feather's flew everywhere. Then the big bird went limp. "First catch of the day!" Speed purred deeply. "Hope there's more to come!" She picked up her eage and mouse, then began to run back to the cave, balancing her weight with the heavy bird.
  
  
• Custom or cannon: custom
  
  
• Did you read the rules?: Blind kits kick butt!
  
  Quick History- Speedwing was born in the Tribe, and named after her fast ability to run. But as a kit, she always thought she was a tom, because she was always with her two brothers. Her mother made her realize that she was a she-cat when she became a to-be. Like most she-cats in the Tribe, Speed was supposed to be a kit-mother at one point. But instead, she plans not to have kits, and continue being a great hunter.
  

[Bramblestar]

'cepted