Post by Wildstar on Dec 31, 2007 3:48:09 GMT -5
Name:
Windflight
Age:
17 moons.
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
GustClan
Physical Description:
Slim and handsome, with a sleek gray-silver tabby pelt and shining blue eyes that reflect onto the ground in certain moonlight. His tail is long, and swishes in the air as he walks. On his underbelly he bears a scar from his harsh apprenticehood fight with BoneClan. His ears are always pricked and alert. His fur is short, but if someone touched it, it would be light and soft. When he sees a female he likes, his ears flick and his eyes flash lightly.
Personality:
Windflight is charming and loyal to his clan. He feels inclined to do all he can for his clan, which is somehow abnormal for a cat who feels no need for high power. He can be harsh and fearless, but this is whenever he is being taunted harshly, or he feels something is unfair to him, or one of his clanmates. He has gone through an astonishing amount of mates, but do the she-cats stop coming? No.
History:
As a kit, Windflight was always the naughty one. He kept his mother on her paws all day, as he charged out of camp with the battling warriors, or copied the apprentices doing thier combat training.
One day he got the fight he had been waiting for. He was out, playing with the other kits just outside the camp, when four or five huge warriors ruthlessly pushed thier way into the home of GustClan. The kits all had no idea what to do - except Windkit. Fearlessly, he bit down on the warrior closest to him's tail. The intruder, unexpectant of this, yowled and ran away. Beckoning for his friends to follow, he charged into the camp.
Havoc had broken out. He recalled cats fleeing and yowls sounding; Blood staining the ground. The last thing of the battle that happened was the leader staggering of the intruding cats staggering down and dieing.
Windkit was made an apprentice, then a warrior. He remains respected and loyal to his clan.
Role Play Example: (My rogue's intro...)
“You’re a danger to this clan!”
The BloodClan leader spat at the young she-cat. Her eyes flashed indignantly and she turned tail, storming from the camp. Her gray coat shone darkly in the moonlight as she padded into the forest, her pawsteps silent, but deadly. Where would the she-cat go from here? That was not all that needed to be answered.
A light shone brightly on a long piece of black, hard material in front of her. She turned away, as the monster sped past her, splattering mud onto her fur. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, fleeing across the thunderpath. The she-cat’s eyes flickered as a fresh, rank scent drifted into her nostrils.
SHADOWCLAN!
The fearsome cats who her ex-clan had befriended so long ago, when it was led by Scourge. Now his ancestor, Tooth led the clan, and what a mess it had been. The cats had to dig for prey, and eat on the litter that the twolegs scattered carelessly on the floor. She shuddered as she remembered the times. She was glad her clan had exiled her.
The scent drifted further into her nostrils as two cats stepped into sight. She walked towards them, and they glared at her.
“Greetings,” The rogue said coolly. “I’m Graze.”
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