Won't me modify my own post. Stupid forum.
User name: Koylan
Character name: Hawke
Screenshot:
Rest assured the spots are there
Species: melanistic leopard
Gender: female
Age: 2
Description: A dark reddish brown pelt, with black leopard markings on her head, body, and tail. She is rather full in muscle, but still relatively small. Her spots should be a little hard to distinguish from her normal color.
Personality: Quiet at times, she is rather shy. When she comes out of her shell though she is playful with lots of energy.
History: Now equipped with the lessons her mother taught her before she abandon her to adulthood, Hawke is learning decision making on prey and the rules of territory on her own. Being female she is smaller than most bigger cats in africa she must choose her battles wisely for she has always been one to get into trouble while mother was out to hunt. She is weary of snakes after losing her sister to a rock python, though not marred by it. She still has a lot of kitten left in her.
Mate/Offspring: (None yet)
Loner/Looking to join pride/pack?: (Leopards are typically solitary unless mates come around, but I'll join a pack if there ends up being one)
Your character is best at?: (Hunting, fighting, healing, watching cubs/pups etc.): I'd say watching offspring and hunting, though sharing might be an issue
RP sample (Optional): The sun was just peering over the horizon. Hawke's eyes closed in on the impala that had ventured too close to her territory. Typically they didn't come so close to dense forest, but she was never one to shun a meal that was this close. Suddenly the animal's head perked up but not entirely in her direction. Hawke let her body sink to the ground, touching the grass and dirt against her belly. Her lip was twitching with anticipation as she stalked, trying to close the distance as much as she could before she chased the animal. As with any meal she knew, there was always chasing. A depressing thought, but far from her mind at this second. This was it. The final 2 meters were in sight. The topi's head rose, she sunk down, but ready to pounce. Just as the animal's ears came up in alert, she sprang out with such force she knocked it down before she got her mouth locked around it's juglar. Within the seconds her bone crushing jaws had killed the animal. She pricked up her ears in contentment, complimenting herself. "Another fine job done."
Didn't you hear? "Sonya loves the rain"