Post by rainflower on Nov 11, 2008 1:50:55 GMT -5
Name: Dovewing
Age: 29
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Oceanclan
Rank: warrior.
Picture: [Sorry, i don't have on at the moment, but will have one soon].
Description: Dovewing is a small tom, with a rather short tail. He has a dark tabby pelt, and copper eyes. He can be somewhat handsome, when his eyes aren't full of his usual distraught. He has a white tip on his tail.
Personality: Dovewing is an intelligent guy. He speaks mind, which is a good thing if he has a compliment - but not so much if he has a criticism - . He's rather aggressive, and NEVER mentions his past. He's hard to become friends with, because he keeps to himself a lot - and he likes it that way. He's in this little shell, and though cats may try in vain to bring him out of it, they never succeed. If he came out of his shell, he may be a good friend, but it just seems to hard now. After living all his life like this, he doesn't know how to change it. Under his shell, you'd find a friendly guy with a sense of humor. But the problem is, he doesn't even WANT to come out.
History: A Twoleg found him at three moons old. They captured him, and you should have seen him fighting NOT to go. He was scared this Twoleg would be like some of the ones he had seen other cats with. But it wasn't. It was good to him, and he found it wasn't as bad as he thought being a kittypet. He'd sit on the fence, staring out into the forest. He wanted to be out there. But he also liked his life as a kittypet. Then he finally found the courage to place his paws there.
Role play example: Dovewing sat on the fence of his past Twoleg owners. He was looking in, seeing what was happening. He didn't really want the Twolegs to notice him, but he wanted to see one of his old friends. He jumped off the fence, cast one last look at the Twoleg nest, then set off back to his Clan's territory.
Reaching camp, the tabby looked around camp, surveying what had to be done. He carried his pigeon to the fresh kill pile. He had hunted on his way back to camp, but had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't been able to catch much. Putting down his pigeon, he sniffed around the pile for a rabbit. He pulled one out, he padded over to the Warriors den and neatly tucked in.
Other: Nothing, really.
*looks over the bio* Bleh... That RP example SUCKED.
Age: 29
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Oceanclan
Rank: warrior.
Picture: [Sorry, i don't have on at the moment, but will have one soon].
Description: Dovewing is a small tom, with a rather short tail. He has a dark tabby pelt, and copper eyes. He can be somewhat handsome, when his eyes aren't full of his usual distraught. He has a white tip on his tail.
Personality: Dovewing is an intelligent guy. He speaks mind, which is a good thing if he has a compliment - but not so much if he has a criticism - . He's rather aggressive, and NEVER mentions his past. He's hard to become friends with, because he keeps to himself a lot - and he likes it that way. He's in this little shell, and though cats may try in vain to bring him out of it, they never succeed. If he came out of his shell, he may be a good friend, but it just seems to hard now. After living all his life like this, he doesn't know how to change it. Under his shell, you'd find a friendly guy with a sense of humor. But the problem is, he doesn't even WANT to come out.
History: A Twoleg found him at three moons old. They captured him, and you should have seen him fighting NOT to go. He was scared this Twoleg would be like some of the ones he had seen other cats with. But it wasn't. It was good to him, and he found it wasn't as bad as he thought being a kittypet. He'd sit on the fence, staring out into the forest. He wanted to be out there. But he also liked his life as a kittypet. Then he finally found the courage to place his paws there.
Role play example: Dovewing sat on the fence of his past Twoleg owners. He was looking in, seeing what was happening. He didn't really want the Twolegs to notice him, but he wanted to see one of his old friends. He jumped off the fence, cast one last look at the Twoleg nest, then set off back to his Clan's territory.
Reaching camp, the tabby looked around camp, surveying what had to be done. He carried his pigeon to the fresh kill pile. He had hunted on his way back to camp, but had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't been able to catch much. Putting down his pigeon, he sniffed around the pile for a rabbit. He pulled one out, he padded over to the Warriors den and neatly tucked in.
Other: Nothing, really.
*looks over the bio* Bleh... That RP example SUCKED.