Post by Hawkfeather on Feb 1, 2008 15:24:23 GMT -5
Name: Hawkfeather
Age: 4
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Night Clan
Physical Description: Hawkfeather is a silver-grey tabby. He has rough windswept fur which seems to suit him somehow. He is a streamlined and agile cat; his strengthnot lying in physical strength, but fleetness of foot and he is a smart cat too. His eyes are bright blue and shocking, and his name originates from the fact that he is the colour of a hawk, and as swift as one. Being a tabby, the stripes over his body are dark, contrasting against his silvery shabby fur.
Personality: Hawkfeather is a quiet but thoughful type. He is impatient but warm and friendly to others and has a sense of humour. Because of his ability to run swiftly, he is one of the best hunters in his clan, but he dislikes battles, partly because he lacks the strength of most cats. Night time is his favourite time, in which he enjoys night0time runs just for the freedom of it. He would never ever leave his clan however as he is fierecly loyal. He tends to think in the past or future, but not much about the present which is an advantage and a disadvantage.
History: Hawkfeather was born to parents he never knew, but at a young age of about 10 months, he was abandoned and left to fend for himself. He wandered the forests as a loner, until he found Night Clan and joined their ranks after explaining his story at the age of 4 (the age he is now).
His past experiences have made him tough and independant, his agility and natural hunting skills probably saving his life, considering that he lacks much physical strength and so makes him a valued warrior and hunter within his clan.
Role Play Example: (from another warriors site)Silverpool entered her den and stretched. It had been a long day. She dropped her bundle of herbs and separated them out then stored them away. She walked to the mouth of the entrance and looked out at the dying sun setting over the rim of the volcano of their camp - the sun had streaks of blood red smeared across the horizon, staining the sky pink, orange and purple. She sat down and watched the sun set. She felt totally at peace and was beginning to feel drowsy. She sat there for a long time, the sun's beautiful light reflecting off her brilliant emerald eyes. At last, when the sun had been extinguished and the sky had started to turn from purple to navy, Silverpool stood up stiffly and stretched again and yawned. She walked delicately into the shelter of her den and went straight to the back amd curled up in her snug bed of leaves and feathers and closed he eyes, drifting off to sleep...
Age: 4
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Night Clan
Physical Description: Hawkfeather is a silver-grey tabby. He has rough windswept fur which seems to suit him somehow. He is a streamlined and agile cat; his strengthnot lying in physical strength, but fleetness of foot and he is a smart cat too. His eyes are bright blue and shocking, and his name originates from the fact that he is the colour of a hawk, and as swift as one. Being a tabby, the stripes over his body are dark, contrasting against his silvery shabby fur.
Personality: Hawkfeather is a quiet but thoughful type. He is impatient but warm and friendly to others and has a sense of humour. Because of his ability to run swiftly, he is one of the best hunters in his clan, but he dislikes battles, partly because he lacks the strength of most cats. Night time is his favourite time, in which he enjoys night0time runs just for the freedom of it. He would never ever leave his clan however as he is fierecly loyal. He tends to think in the past or future, but not much about the present which is an advantage and a disadvantage.
History: Hawkfeather was born to parents he never knew, but at a young age of about 10 months, he was abandoned and left to fend for himself. He wandered the forests as a loner, until he found Night Clan and joined their ranks after explaining his story at the age of 4 (the age he is now).
His past experiences have made him tough and independant, his agility and natural hunting skills probably saving his life, considering that he lacks much physical strength and so makes him a valued warrior and hunter within his clan.
Role Play Example: (from another warriors site)Silverpool entered her den and stretched. It had been a long day. She dropped her bundle of herbs and separated them out then stored them away. She walked to the mouth of the entrance and looked out at the dying sun setting over the rim of the volcano of their camp - the sun had streaks of blood red smeared across the horizon, staining the sky pink, orange and purple. She sat down and watched the sun set. She felt totally at peace and was beginning to feel drowsy. She sat there for a long time, the sun's beautiful light reflecting off her brilliant emerald eyes. At last, when the sun had been extinguished and the sky had started to turn from purple to navy, Silverpool stood up stiffly and stretched again and yawned. She walked delicately into the shelter of her den and went straight to the back amd curled up in her snug bed of leaves and feathers and closed he eyes, drifting off to sleep...