Post by x-- DJ & CT --x on Jan 24, 2008 21:49:33 GMT -5
Name: Dustjaw
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description: Dustjaw is a ginger tabby tomcat. His stripes have a spotted pattern to them (spotted-tabby), except for his head, which has straight stripes. He has a white chest and underbelly, white forelegs and white hind paws. Two ginger ovals are on his right foreleg. His muzzle has a bit of a speckled pattern to it, sort of like dust (hence his name). His tail has stripes that circle like a raccoon's but thinner. In the space between the tail stripes, his fur gets lighter slightly. His eyes are a deep ice blue color, sending chills to all who look into them. His left ear is torn badly, and the tip of the slice hangs down.
Personality: He is a very dominant male cat, and enjoys to pick on the fainter ones. He isn't kind to kits, and hates kittypets and non Clan-Born cats, as well as cats from other clans. He is very hostile to most anyone, but still follows orders from the leader with respect. He secretly longs for the position of leader, and is often disrespectful to the senior warriors and the deputy. He is an excellent fighter. Dustjaw will follow the she-cats he fancies about and flirts with them, often showing his smooth suave side in front of them, even if they have mates.
History: He was always at the bottom of his litter, so when most died of illness, and he survived, he realized that you have to be strong to survive. One brother of his also lived, Coaltint. He learned that lesson at a very young age, and it has kept with him. When he was an apprentice, he made friends with a cat from another Clan. This damaged his performance greatly, and made him feel weak, as he was frightened to fight his friend. When he realized that his chance of being a warrior was threatened with his friendship, he instantly cast it aside. He never found out what happened to that other cat, and now, he doesn't really care anymore. He has been in many fights in the past.
Role Play Example:
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Dustjaw looked behind his back rapidly, thinking he heard something rustling in the bushes. Just the wind, he figured, and returned his attention to the view in front of him. The night scents rested sweetly in his nostrils, making an unusual sense of calm sweep over his body.
A dense fog covered the hill, obscuring the view on both sides. It seemed even darker here. Dustjaw looked up, and saw some white specks glimmering in the midst of the gray that enveloped him. He felt relaxed, which was very odd for him.
The calm was quickly shaken off. "Stupid night," he grumbled irritably, hating when he felt calm and weak. "A warrior must always be alert!"
He tensed his body, leaping down off the slope of Foggy Cliff, carefully checking the direction of his escape so he didn't fall off of the cliff. He just skimmed the edge as he darted out of the fog and back to camp.
He loved the cliff, it made him feel stronger, the risk of it all. If you chose the wrong direction you would fall. What a thrill in his bones! Dustjaw relished the feeling of strength.
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Other: I think I covered everything. XD
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description: Dustjaw is a ginger tabby tomcat. His stripes have a spotted pattern to them (spotted-tabby), except for his head, which has straight stripes. He has a white chest and underbelly, white forelegs and white hind paws. Two ginger ovals are on his right foreleg. His muzzle has a bit of a speckled pattern to it, sort of like dust (hence his name). His tail has stripes that circle like a raccoon's but thinner. In the space between the tail stripes, his fur gets lighter slightly. His eyes are a deep ice blue color, sending chills to all who look into them. His left ear is torn badly, and the tip of the slice hangs down.
Personality: He is a very dominant male cat, and enjoys to pick on the fainter ones. He isn't kind to kits, and hates kittypets and non Clan-Born cats, as well as cats from other clans. He is very hostile to most anyone, but still follows orders from the leader with respect. He secretly longs for the position of leader, and is often disrespectful to the senior warriors and the deputy. He is an excellent fighter. Dustjaw will follow the she-cats he fancies about and flirts with them, often showing his smooth suave side in front of them, even if they have mates.
History: He was always at the bottom of his litter, so when most died of illness, and he survived, he realized that you have to be strong to survive. One brother of his also lived, Coaltint. He learned that lesson at a very young age, and it has kept with him. When he was an apprentice, he made friends with a cat from another Clan. This damaged his performance greatly, and made him feel weak, as he was frightened to fight his friend. When he realized that his chance of being a warrior was threatened with his friendship, he instantly cast it aside. He never found out what happened to that other cat, and now, he doesn't really care anymore. He has been in many fights in the past.
Role Play Example:
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Dustjaw looked behind his back rapidly, thinking he heard something rustling in the bushes. Just the wind, he figured, and returned his attention to the view in front of him. The night scents rested sweetly in his nostrils, making an unusual sense of calm sweep over his body.
A dense fog covered the hill, obscuring the view on both sides. It seemed even darker here. Dustjaw looked up, and saw some white specks glimmering in the midst of the gray that enveloped him. He felt relaxed, which was very odd for him.
The calm was quickly shaken off. "Stupid night," he grumbled irritably, hating when he felt calm and weak. "A warrior must always be alert!"
He tensed his body, leaping down off the slope of Foggy Cliff, carefully checking the direction of his escape so he didn't fall off of the cliff. He just skimmed the edge as he darted out of the fog and back to camp.
He loved the cliff, it made him feel stronger, the risk of it all. If you chose the wrong direction you would fall. What a thrill in his bones! Dustjaw relished the feeling of strength.
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Other: I think I covered everything. XD
