06/08/2006 at 02:18:25

Silvery fur glimmers in the light of the soft moon, milky-blue eyes burn with fires kindled by hatred. Once known as part of a remote and barely known clan called Broken Moon she strikes out on her own, to form her own clan to fight her mortal enemies. As they close in upon her she howls, the pain and suffering she has endured giving her new strenght. Her lopsided charging gait causes her enemies to tremble before her giant paws as she rips them to shreds. She needs no weapons, only her unpredictable anger. Hence the name she has given herself, Storm, she is dangerous when agrivated but in the face of a friend, she is gentle as the rolling clouds in the distance. To join alliance is to survive.

Name:	Level:	Rank:
Stormfang Bloodpelt	11	Storm pelt