Shrewfang~MountainClan

Cat name (Required):Shrewfang
Gender (Required):She-cat
Clan (Required):MountainClan
Age (Required):15 moons
Rank (Required):Warrior
Personality (Required):While Shrewfang is mostly friendly, she can suddenly snap when she is angered and despises most cats from other Clans. She is very fast and has an excellent sense of smell but doesn't often boast about it. She likes to make jokes about other cats in her clan and especially likes teasing apprentices.
Kits? Mate? (Not required):No kits, no mate
Picture (Required):I DUN HAZ PICTUREZ. She is a soft, off-white color with slightly darker shading in some places. Her fur is short but thick and smooth. She has very sharp teeth and fangs (hence name) and golden eyes. http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/862/10006726.JPG only face is cuter...
Role Playing Sample (ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY REQUIRED!): Shrewfang glided nimbly through a patch of soft ferns. She slunk to the ground and practically floated across the ground. She loved a good hunt. Shrewfang scented the air. Yes! Squirrel! she thought as she picked out the scent. She dropped even lower to the ground and stalked along slowly until she reached her target. The small brown fluffy creature was sifting around the roots of an old oak tree. She could see the nuts in his cheek, she was so close. Her heart started pounding faster with excitement to the point that she silently hoped the squirrel didn't hear it. In a moment of distraction, she let herself slide against a heather bush. The squirrel heard her and bolted up the tree. No way am I going to let it get away after all this! she thought quickly as she scrabbled up the tree trunk. She reached it at a large, thick branch. Finally, she had it cornered. Shrewfang crept up carefully along the branch towards the squirrel. When she was close enough, she leapt the short distance and nipped its neck. Once she felt it go limp, Shrewfang crawled proudly back down the tree with her catch.

Excellent. Accepted!