Post by MidnightStorm on Feb 9, 2008 15:51:17 GMT -5
Name: MidnightStorm
Age:20 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Bone
Physical Description: Pure black cat with strange silver eyes. He has a sturdy build and long legs. His tail has a small crick toward the end. His face and shoulders are covered in scars. One scar goes across his left eye. He is blind in this eye as well. Both of his ears have small 'V' cuts in them.
Personality: MidnightStorm is a strong willed non-friendly cat. He is anti-social and does not enjoy company. He very much dislikes other males that challenge him along with kits and apprentices. He has no intrest in the females and doesn't plan on having a mate. His favorite weather is rainy with thunder and lightening. During these storms he will go out into the forest to enjoy it. Thus giving him his name.
History: Born into the life of a Rouge MidnightStorm was one of the larger more powerful kits. He showed great promise as he grew and learned the trade of the Rouges. When he was about 12 moons he left everything he knew in search of something more. He traveled for days across large mountain terrains and rivers. He ended up in a small forest that had many other cats living in it. These groups of cats called themselves 'Clans' and that made him think. If he could get into one he could take over and turn them against one another. This would make his father proud and MidnightStorm knew it. So now he lives within the boundaries of BoneClan plotting his schemes to the fullest.
Role Play Example: Thunder crashed making the earth beneath my paws shake. I ignored the warnings and kept walking through the undergrowth. Rain hit me like hail in a massive wind. I banished everything from my awareness and kept moving. Lightening cracked through the sky and lit up my path. I began to move faster knowing the river I had to cross would be swelled with water. I was now racing through the woods, dodging trees and large rocks. I had to hurry I had to get across or I would surely perish.
My paws ached, but I had to keep moving. I could see the river before me and I sped up leaping onto a rock and threw myself across. I land on the other side of the shore with a thud that made my shoulders scream in protest. I pushed forward until I was foxlengths away from the swirling darkness. I had made it. I glared at the trecherous sight before me. Ten large dogs stood in a line snarling. How was I going to get out of this one? It was a question that would soon have an answer...
Other: As you may or may not have noticed I roleplay in first person. I hope this isn't a problem.
Age:20 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Bone
Physical Description: Pure black cat with strange silver eyes. He has a sturdy build and long legs. His tail has a small crick toward the end. His face and shoulders are covered in scars. One scar goes across his left eye. He is blind in this eye as well. Both of his ears have small 'V' cuts in them.
Personality: MidnightStorm is a strong willed non-friendly cat. He is anti-social and does not enjoy company. He very much dislikes other males that challenge him along with kits and apprentices. He has no intrest in the females and doesn't plan on having a mate. His favorite weather is rainy with thunder and lightening. During these storms he will go out into the forest to enjoy it. Thus giving him his name.
History: Born into the life of a Rouge MidnightStorm was one of the larger more powerful kits. He showed great promise as he grew and learned the trade of the Rouges. When he was about 12 moons he left everything he knew in search of something more. He traveled for days across large mountain terrains and rivers. He ended up in a small forest that had many other cats living in it. These groups of cats called themselves 'Clans' and that made him think. If he could get into one he could take over and turn them against one another. This would make his father proud and MidnightStorm knew it. So now he lives within the boundaries of BoneClan plotting his schemes to the fullest.
Role Play Example: Thunder crashed making the earth beneath my paws shake. I ignored the warnings and kept walking through the undergrowth. Rain hit me like hail in a massive wind. I banished everything from my awareness and kept moving. Lightening cracked through the sky and lit up my path. I began to move faster knowing the river I had to cross would be swelled with water. I was now racing through the woods, dodging trees and large rocks. I had to hurry I had to get across or I would surely perish.
My paws ached, but I had to keep moving. I could see the river before me and I sped up leaping onto a rock and threw myself across. I land on the other side of the shore with a thud that made my shoulders scream in protest. I pushed forward until I was foxlengths away from the swirling darkness. I had made it. I glared at the trecherous sight before me. Ten large dogs stood in a line snarling. How was I going to get out of this one? It was a question that would soon have an answer...
Other: As you may or may not have noticed I roleplay in first person. I hope this isn't a problem.
