Post by Goldeh on Jan 1, 2008 23:04:12 GMT -5
Name: Yellowpelt
Age: 23 moons
Rank: Warior
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description: Medium-large tabby with slightly darker stripes. He's stocky with fluffy fur, and his eyes are yellow with flecks of gold. Tail is slighly crooked. Double paws on each front foot. Fur is slightly wavy but not noticable. Pelt's color is a light yellow, not really golden, however. Fur is of medium length. Tuft of white on chesh and paws. Ears are unusally large.
Personality: Sour at times but friendly all the same. Keeps up the reputation of a warrior who does not like kits but has been seen playing with them while their mothers are busy and has always secretly wanted some of his own. If comfronted with an intruder in his territory, he would spit, hiss, and unsheath his claws, but remain stil until given the orders to attack. Not blood-thirsty but wants to prove himself.
History: One of 3 kits. Mother is dead - enemy patrol - but his father's still strong, even if he is in the elder's den. His mother's name was Stonestripe. Father's name was Burntember. His sisters are named Frostfang and Ebonypaw - she's still an apprentice. Tail got crooked while chasing out a fox - a stone fell on it. He's fought in 3 battles and in one territory war. Hasn't killed any, yet, and hopes he never has to.
Role Play Example:
Yellowpelt yawned, stretched in the sun and padded softly over to the fresh-kill pile. A few warriors had already taken from it but other than that there were some pretty prime selections there.
Choosing a plump mouse, he ate it, savoring it's richness in the early morning.
Off to his right, in he nursery, he heard the cries of kits, waiting for their mother to wake up.
He sighed. Yellowpelt had always wanted kits of his own, not that he was going to tell anyone that. Kits seemed to be a way of life for him...maybe he could ask a nurery queen if she needed help with her own?
Nah. He thought. That would be entirely stupid. Besides, kits can wait, for now. He'll keep playing with them in secret, though he suspected that a Warrior had already seen him....
Other: Loosely based on a cat of mine, GOldenstar, but not very.
Age: 23 moons
Rank: Warior
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description: Medium-large tabby with slightly darker stripes. He's stocky with fluffy fur, and his eyes are yellow with flecks of gold. Tail is slighly crooked. Double paws on each front foot. Fur is slightly wavy but not noticable. Pelt's color is a light yellow, not really golden, however. Fur is of medium length. Tuft of white on chesh and paws. Ears are unusally large.
Personality: Sour at times but friendly all the same. Keeps up the reputation of a warrior who does not like kits but has been seen playing with them while their mothers are busy and has always secretly wanted some of his own. If comfronted with an intruder in his territory, he would spit, hiss, and unsheath his claws, but remain stil until given the orders to attack. Not blood-thirsty but wants to prove himself.
History: One of 3 kits. Mother is dead - enemy patrol - but his father's still strong, even if he is in the elder's den. His mother's name was Stonestripe. Father's name was Burntember. His sisters are named Frostfang and Ebonypaw - she's still an apprentice. Tail got crooked while chasing out a fox - a stone fell on it. He's fought in 3 battles and in one territory war. Hasn't killed any, yet, and hopes he never has to.
Role Play Example:
Yellowpelt yawned, stretched in the sun and padded softly over to the fresh-kill pile. A few warriors had already taken from it but other than that there were some pretty prime selections there.
Choosing a plump mouse, he ate it, savoring it's richness in the early morning.
Off to his right, in he nursery, he heard the cries of kits, waiting for their mother to wake up.
He sighed. Yellowpelt had always wanted kits of his own, not that he was going to tell anyone that. Kits seemed to be a way of life for him...maybe he could ask a nurery queen if she needed help with her own?
Nah. He thought. That would be entirely stupid. Besides, kits can wait, for now. He'll keep playing with them in secret, though he suspected that a Warrior had already seen him....
Other: Loosely based on a cat of mine, GOldenstar, but not very.
