Post by wingfeather on Jan 27, 2008 19:21:27 GMT -5
Name: Wingfeather
Age: 35 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan:NightClan
Physical Description: Is white with gray socks and gray ears. Has a black tipped tail and icey blue eyes. Tail is rather long, has short legs. Nose is pink with darker flecks. Whiskers are short and curve inward.
Personality: Wingfeather is very active and kind. He thinks hunting isn't as exciting as fighting, but likes it anyway. Always thinks for others before him-self. Would die for a kit and would do whatever the cost to save one. His one problem is that he likes to sneak meals when he's out hunting, and accosionally crosses the border. Other than that, he's completely loyal.
History: Born and raised in NightClan, Wingfeather was a clumsy moma's kit. He never strayed very far from the nursery, and tripped over his own feet every other step he took! He liked to preend to hunt and fight, usually using his littermates as the targets. He was trained well, though he never fully understood the warrior code. He became the top apprentice in his group and was made a warrior a bit before his siblings and fellow apprentices. He was a great role model for the younger ones, and loved showing off for them. He always sucked up to the leader, but liked to challenge the deputies, which got him into trouble quite a bit.
Role Play Example: Wingfeather crept silently through the undergrouth. He muscles tensed and he cautiously crept up on he small mouse. His clan needed that mouse more than they needed him. Leaf-bare brought on many snow-storms, and the recent one left many sick... and hungry. Wingfeather took one more breath, then leaped to his prey. He killed it in one swift bite to the neck and purred.
Other: None
Age: 35 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan:NightClan
Physical Description: Is white with gray socks and gray ears. Has a black tipped tail and icey blue eyes. Tail is rather long, has short legs. Nose is pink with darker flecks. Whiskers are short and curve inward.
Personality: Wingfeather is very active and kind. He thinks hunting isn't as exciting as fighting, but likes it anyway. Always thinks for others before him-self. Would die for a kit and would do whatever the cost to save one. His one problem is that he likes to sneak meals when he's out hunting, and accosionally crosses the border. Other than that, he's completely loyal.
History: Born and raised in NightClan, Wingfeather was a clumsy moma's kit. He never strayed very far from the nursery, and tripped over his own feet every other step he took! He liked to preend to hunt and fight, usually using his littermates as the targets. He was trained well, though he never fully understood the warrior code. He became the top apprentice in his group and was made a warrior a bit before his siblings and fellow apprentices. He was a great role model for the younger ones, and loved showing off for them. He always sucked up to the leader, but liked to challenge the deputies, which got him into trouble quite a bit.
Role Play Example: Wingfeather crept silently through the undergrouth. He muscles tensed and he cautiously crept up on he small mouse. His clan needed that mouse more than they needed him. Leaf-bare brought on many snow-storms, and the recent one left many sick... and hungry. Wingfeather took one more breath, then leaped to his prey. He killed it in one swift bite to the neck and purred.
Other: None