Post by ♫ §k¥ ☼ on Jan 2, 2008 23:50:49 GMT -5
Name:
Spottedclaw
Age:
19 Moons
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
GustClan
Physical Description:
Spottedclaw is a very lithe cat. His body is perfectly streamlined, and muscles ripple when he walks. He looks like a cross between a leopard and a white tiger with a domestic's body. He has a well built face with prominent features. His eyes are yellow along with his spotted and striped pelt. His fur is a medium length that keeps him warm on the moor, but it's short enough that it doesn't effect his speed. His tail is slightly longer than normal for extra balance, and his pads are hard.
Personality:
Spottedclaw tends to be hasty when it comes to telling someone off. He does respect his elders and those higher in rank, however. Those that do no belong in GustClan's territory...watch out. He'd love a good fight now and then. He snaps at most cats and dislikes meeting new ones. Kittypets shouldn't be in the area for any reason, Loners should pick a Clan or go home, and Rogues should be disposed of whether by death or just driven out. Or at least, that's his view on them.
History:
Spottedclaw was born in the Clan. He disowned his father shortly after the white tom was banished. His mother is dead, she was killed by twolegs. He has no known living siblings. This is one of the reasons he has such a problem meeting new cats. His mother once told him, "Getting close to someone means it'll just hurt more when they're gone." He's believed this whole-heartedly since.
In his Warrior Ceremony, Loyalty and Strength were mentioned. He has proved his loyalty to his Clan and the Warrior Code countless times. As for strength...he has proved his ability to fight more than once.
Role Play Example:
I got it! Skypaw yelled as her mentor flushed a bird. It flew but didn't fly fast enough. With a bounding leap she hooked both front paws into the body of the blackbird. Upon landing, she finished it with a bite to the back of the neck. The body lay between her paws. Ha, I did get it... she murmured around feathers as the carried the fresh-kill through the bush she had just jumped over. She laid the prey down in front of her mentor and asked, So...how was that?
Other:
v here's a picture...
Spottedclaw
Age:
19 Moons
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
GustClan
Physical Description:
Spottedclaw is a very lithe cat. His body is perfectly streamlined, and muscles ripple when he walks. He looks like a cross between a leopard and a white tiger with a domestic's body. He has a well built face with prominent features. His eyes are yellow along with his spotted and striped pelt. His fur is a medium length that keeps him warm on the moor, but it's short enough that it doesn't effect his speed. His tail is slightly longer than normal for extra balance, and his pads are hard.
Personality:
Spottedclaw tends to be hasty when it comes to telling someone off. He does respect his elders and those higher in rank, however. Those that do no belong in GustClan's territory...watch out. He'd love a good fight now and then. He snaps at most cats and dislikes meeting new ones. Kittypets shouldn't be in the area for any reason, Loners should pick a Clan or go home, and Rogues should be disposed of whether by death or just driven out. Or at least, that's his view on them.
History:
Spottedclaw was born in the Clan. He disowned his father shortly after the white tom was banished. His mother is dead, she was killed by twolegs. He has no known living siblings. This is one of the reasons he has such a problem meeting new cats. His mother once told him, "Getting close to someone means it'll just hurt more when they're gone." He's believed this whole-heartedly since.
In his Warrior Ceremony, Loyalty and Strength were mentioned. He has proved his loyalty to his Clan and the Warrior Code countless times. As for strength...he has proved his ability to fight more than once.
Role Play Example:
I got it! Skypaw yelled as her mentor flushed a bird. It flew but didn't fly fast enough. With a bounding leap she hooked both front paws into the body of the blackbird. Upon landing, she finished it with a bite to the back of the neck. The body lay between her paws. Ha, I did get it... she murmured around feathers as the carried the fresh-kill through the bush she had just jumped over. She laid the prey down in front of her mentor and asked, So...how was that?
Other:
v here's a picture...
