Post by Darkpaw on Dec 31, 2007 20:26:10 GMT -5
Name: Darkpaw (Darkstorm)
Age: Eight moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description:
- Young, slender black (or more dark coal gray) tom with a light gray underbelly. Has barley visible black spots on his back, sides, and flanks. Has black rings around both eyes and light gray tinged muzzle. Eyes are almond shaped and a dark color of teal.
- Tail is bushy and fur on underbelly is shaggy and thick, as opposed to the rest of his fur being short and sleek. He has small needle-sharp claws. His legs are long, and his build is small. Paws are dainty and little.
Personality:
- Darkpaw likes to spend a lot of his time alone. He sleeps often, and is sometimes considered lazy, but in reality, he just gets tired very, very quickly. He spends a lot of his time daydreaming about being a great clan leader.
- He has ambitious qualities, and knows that eventually he may do anything to get power. He is very wise for his young age, but underexperienced. He is not liked by other apprentices because of his sarcastic and arrogant qualities. Doesn't like older cats telling him what to do, but he does it anyway.
History:
- Darkpaw was born to BoneClan. His mother was Ravenstone, and his father was Clawstrike. His father went out on a patrol and was never seen again, presumed dead. And his mother and siblings (Ashkit and Coldkit) died from blackcough. He was upset about their demises, but he managed to replace his grief with ambition. He was raised by another nursery queen, and soon became an apprentice. He has often gotten in trouble, and had to serve the elders. He doesn't have many friends in the clan, because he teases and considers himself better than them.
Role Play Example:
- Darkpaw's haunches wiggled as he spied a mouse in front of him. He flexed his claws against the cold, hard ground, preparing to pounce and win his catch. He narrowed his eyes and ran his tongue over his small muzzle. His small white teeth glinted in a ray of sunlight that glistened through the leaves above him.
He gasped lightly as the mouse flinched and prepared to run. It has obviously sensed him. He darted forward and leaped, catching the creature in his claws and finishing it off with a single bite to its small throat. He sat, catching his breath for a moment, his muscles aching. High energy activities such as hunting tired him out quickly.
He picked up the mouse and dug a hole in the ground, quickly scooping dirt over it to keep it protected so that he could come back for it later. He panted. Why didn't he ever have enough energy to do anything? He sighed and went to find something else to hunt.
Other: He's going to need a mentor, but I don't know who..
Age: Eight moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description:
- Young, slender black (or more dark coal gray) tom with a light gray underbelly. Has barley visible black spots on his back, sides, and flanks. Has black rings around both eyes and light gray tinged muzzle. Eyes are almond shaped and a dark color of teal.
- Tail is bushy and fur on underbelly is shaggy and thick, as opposed to the rest of his fur being short and sleek. He has small needle-sharp claws. His legs are long, and his build is small. Paws are dainty and little.
Personality:
- Darkpaw likes to spend a lot of his time alone. He sleeps often, and is sometimes considered lazy, but in reality, he just gets tired very, very quickly. He spends a lot of his time daydreaming about being a great clan leader.
- He has ambitious qualities, and knows that eventually he may do anything to get power. He is very wise for his young age, but underexperienced. He is not liked by other apprentices because of his sarcastic and arrogant qualities. Doesn't like older cats telling him what to do, but he does it anyway.
History:
- Darkpaw was born to BoneClan. His mother was Ravenstone, and his father was Clawstrike. His father went out on a patrol and was never seen again, presumed dead. And his mother and siblings (Ashkit and Coldkit) died from blackcough. He was upset about their demises, but he managed to replace his grief with ambition. He was raised by another nursery queen, and soon became an apprentice. He has often gotten in trouble, and had to serve the elders. He doesn't have many friends in the clan, because he teases and considers himself better than them.
Role Play Example:
- Darkpaw's haunches wiggled as he spied a mouse in front of him. He flexed his claws against the cold, hard ground, preparing to pounce and win his catch. He narrowed his eyes and ran his tongue over his small muzzle. His small white teeth glinted in a ray of sunlight that glistened through the leaves above him.
He gasped lightly as the mouse flinched and prepared to run. It has obviously sensed him. He darted forward and leaped, catching the creature in his claws and finishing it off with a single bite to its small throat. He sat, catching his breath for a moment, his muscles aching. High energy activities such as hunting tired him out quickly.
He picked up the mouse and dug a hole in the ground, quickly scooping dirt over it to keep it protected so that he could come back for it later. He panted. Why didn't he ever have enough energy to do anything? He sighed and went to find something else to hunt.
Other: He's going to need a mentor, but I don't know who..
