Post by Brennan on Oct 14, 2007 16:35:41 GMT -5
~Character Information~
Personal Information
Name: Brackentail
Age: 29 moons
Gender: tom
Family: None
Love Life: Someone...maybe??
Clan Information
[/i][/b]Personal Information
Name: Brackentail
Age: 29 moons
Gender: tom
Family: None
Love Life: Someone...maybe??
Clan Information
Clan:Falcon
Rank:Warrior
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Physical Description: Brackentail is a normal sized, brown furred tomcat. His tabby markings are darker chocolate brown, but get darker towards his tail-tip. His chest and belly fur are longer and creamy, and His eyes are a pale green, with gold flecks. He has a tear in one ear, and is missing one claw on his back right foot from an incounter with an owl as an apprentice.
Short Physical Description:Brown tabby tom with green eyes.
Personality
Clan Wise:Brackentail is...different. He has this...power. It's like this: When Brackentail was nine moons, fourty two weeks and three minutes old, he found his father dead beside the Thunderpath. He reached over, to touch his shoulder for the last time, and as he touched the cat, it sprang back to life. His father screeched in allarm, as if the Monster was heading towards him right at this moment. He ran into his son, and he died as they touched. See, when Brackentail touched something dead, it comes back to life. The second touch, it dies again. And if it is alive for mose than one minute, something else dies in it's place.
Family, Love, And Friends:
Personal: Brackentail is a kind, somewhat secretave tom. He has come acostom to lieing to cats, no matter who they are. Though this is, he has feelings and feels everything the same as you and me. He is clam, gentil, fair, and amazing in battle. Sometimes he is a bit clueless, but is a good, young warrior.
Battle: good
Undefinded:nope.
History
Kithood: He had a normal kithood.
Apprenticeship:He discovered his...power.
Warriorhood:He is now trying to live as a normal warrior as best as possible.
Other Information:
Extra:nope
RP Example:Laying in her moss bed, a small ginger she-kit was cuddeled up with herself, paws twiching in dreams.
Firekit looked around the clearing. Cats were looking up at her as she looked down at them, above them for some reason. Am I dead? She thought, eyes widening. She picked up one paw and licked it, realizing she was not dead, nor was she the kit she had gone to sleep as. She was a full grown queen, looking upon the clan that she lead. Her father was in the backround, sitting next to her dead sister and mother. "Mother! Father!" She called as they started to fade away, the breeze dullining, she was growing smaller again...
Firekit jerked awake, drenched in a cold sweat. She grimised as she realized she was no longer 'Firestar', but once again plain ol' Firekit. She hissed and streched. This was getting annoying. This had to be the hundreth time she had this dream, knew it ment something and had no idea what it ment!
But Firekit knew, and thought of it with a frown, that slave cats-all cats, not just warriors- were NEVER to have prophetic dreams. NEVER. So she couldn't even ask about it. She growled to herself and followed the sent of her fellow slaves. She shook the dampness and moss out of her pelt. She put on a fake smile and went to sit next to Skykit. She looked over at Hawkpaw. "Whats going on?" She asked, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and looking around the dark, dreary cave.
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joking.
EVen at school lol