[b]|:|HeadShot|:|[/b] Coming
[b]|:|Name|:|[/b] Nailah
[b]|:|Gender|:|[/b] Female
[b]|:|Age|:|[/b] Older Teenager
[b]|:|Breed|:|[/b] Barbary|African|White Lioness
[b]|:|Mother|:|[/b] Unknown
[b]|:|Father|:|[/b] Unknown
[b]|:|Fertile?|:|[/b] Yes
[b]|:|Cubs|:|[/b] None
[b]|:|Specialty|:|[/b] Great at hunting/fighting
|:|RP Sample|:| -copied from another roleplay-
The spotted-tabby masculine flickered his white ears, as Dukepelt began speaking. A growl was begining to raise inside his pharynx " Respect?. Ha! Why should those pieces of trash be repected? What have they done, for me? Nothing!. " The tom-cat hissed through gritted teeth, as his white tail lashed out wildly. " Oh!. I don't have the right to hate them now?. They threw me away, and didn't have a mouse-tail about me! How should I feel then, Dukepelt... how? " Secretpaw meowed, his teal-green eyes were narrowed with hatred and darkness. His heart felt cold... and icy, would it every melt? No. The ice would never melt from inside, the masculine let out a grunt. Once Mosspaw began asking Dukepelt about ClawClan, his white ears flattened agaisnt his skull; he didn't want to hear about ClawClan! Not now, not ever! " Why do I have to be called, Secretpaw[/b]? Can't I just be... Secret? " The masculine asked Flower. As his sharp claws scartched along the ground as he walked. Sighing with boredom, his eyes blinked at Flower " When are we starting training? I... I want to be strong enough to lead a Clan or... start one " The silver furred tom-cat meowed, quite loudly 'Heh. I'll take over this so called Clan... BloodClan, Sharpstar didn't seem to happy about 'em. And maybe DeathClan... ' Those thoughts stuck to his mind like glue.... The darkness has come! ClawClan shall be destoryed..!