Post by dealias on Nov 15, 2008 11:58:44 GMT -5
Name: Swiftfeet
Age: 11
Gender: Tom
Family: Only kit of his litter, mother - Meadowtail, Father: Darkear - both deseaced
Love Life: Currently unnatached
Clan: Owlclan
Rank: Warrior
Physical Apperence: A large white tom with big amber eyes. Has ginger coloring on his head, back, tail, which is very long. He has big paws and long legs and claws. He is quite fast but his paws sometimes get in the way of his stalking, but he does perfectly fine.
Picture:
Attitude Towards Clan: He is very loyal towards his clan, he would never betray them. He gets along with almost everyone, he does not favor confrontation. Most cats do not have anything against him in his Clan.
Personal Attitude: He is calm and wise. Very brave, too. He loves being a warrior, it is all that he could ask for. He is kind and gentle with his Clanmates
Battle Attitude: In battle, he is strong and quick-witted. Being so big, he can usually take on any cat that comes his way. Battle is his strong point. He will not kill unless he has, too.
History: He was the only kit born to his mother and father, Meadowtail and Darkear. His mother died during the birth, his father died from old age. He wishes he could have known his mother, he also greatly misses his father.
Kithood: He raised by another queen that occupied the nursery with his mother before she died, her name was Fernpelt. Her kits grew to be sort of like his own littermates.
Apprenticeship: He was made an apprentice at six moons old, like all other cats. He was mentored by a cat named Redshadow. He trained very hard and was very happy when he was finally given his warrior name.
Warriorhood: He has been a warrior for awhile now, he is loving every second of it. He can proudly say: He does not miss being an apprentice. But he would do their duties if he had too, he would do anything for his Clan.
Roleplay Example: Swiftfeet opened his jaws to taste the air around him, the scent of squrriel flowed over his senses. He crouched down and stalked toward, careful to keep his long tail from brushing over the dead leaves on the forest floor. He soon spotted the squirrel when he peeked around a bush, it did not notice him, the little creature was to busy crunching on a nut. He was ready to make his move, when his front paw crunched on a stick on the ground. He hissed when the squirrel started to scurry up a tree. He pounced and caught it inbetween his paws and the tree. With a swift bite to his neck, it was finished. He purred to himself, at the same time cursing his huge paws for all the trouble they caused.
Age: 11
Gender: Tom
Family: Only kit of his litter, mother - Meadowtail, Father: Darkear - both deseaced
Love Life: Currently unnatached
Clan: Owlclan
Rank: Warrior
Physical Apperence: A large white tom with big amber eyes. Has ginger coloring on his head, back, tail, which is very long. He has big paws and long legs and claws. He is quite fast but his paws sometimes get in the way of his stalking, but he does perfectly fine.
Picture:
Attitude Towards Clan: He is very loyal towards his clan, he would never betray them. He gets along with almost everyone, he does not favor confrontation. Most cats do not have anything against him in his Clan.
Personal Attitude: He is calm and wise. Very brave, too. He loves being a warrior, it is all that he could ask for. He is kind and gentle with his Clanmates
Battle Attitude: In battle, he is strong and quick-witted. Being so big, he can usually take on any cat that comes his way. Battle is his strong point. He will not kill unless he has, too.
History: He was the only kit born to his mother and father, Meadowtail and Darkear. His mother died during the birth, his father died from old age. He wishes he could have known his mother, he also greatly misses his father.
Kithood: He raised by another queen that occupied the nursery with his mother before she died, her name was Fernpelt. Her kits grew to be sort of like his own littermates.
Apprenticeship: He was made an apprentice at six moons old, like all other cats. He was mentored by a cat named Redshadow. He trained very hard and was very happy when he was finally given his warrior name.
Warriorhood: He has been a warrior for awhile now, he is loving every second of it. He can proudly say: He does not miss being an apprentice. But he would do their duties if he had too, he would do anything for his Clan.
Roleplay Example: Swiftfeet opened his jaws to taste the air around him, the scent of squrriel flowed over his senses. He crouched down and stalked toward, careful to keep his long tail from brushing over the dead leaves on the forest floor. He soon spotted the squirrel when he peeked around a bush, it did not notice him, the little creature was to busy crunching on a nut. He was ready to make his move, when his front paw crunched on a stick on the ground. He hissed when the squirrel started to scurry up a tree. He pounced and caught it inbetween his paws and the tree. With a swift bite to his neck, it was finished. He purred to himself, at the same time cursing his huge paws for all the trouble they caused.