Post by Nettleflight on Jan 10, 2009 1:21:40 GMT -5
Name: Nettleflight
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: MountainClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Nettleflight has long, straight fur that is a gray-brown. He has white on his muzzle, belly and a white "sock" on his front-right paw. His eyes are a fiery green like those of a dire wolf. His whiskers are long, and his nose is v-shaped and small. His tail is bushy like a wolf's, except not exactly the same.
Personality: Nettleflight is an enjoyable friend. He can be a bit irresponsible at times, and isn't the most brave cat in the Clans, but his confident personality is in constant conflict with it. If he had an apprentice he would be patient with him, making sure that he had a good time as well as learning important skills. Nettleflight likes to show off some of the time but is supportive of his clanmates, and very determined and perservered. He spends a lot of time grooming his long coat and makes sure it's as flawless as possible.
History: Nettlekit had rather short hair when he was born one newleaf. The dewdrop on a leaf fell onto his nose, and he was instantly curious of the world. He lived on playing with his few friends. Just before he became Nettlepaw, his fur started growing in longer and by the time he was two moons into apprenticeship he had a full coat of it. He persevered until he became Nettleflight, supporting the Clan as he knew it. To this day he lives on into the third moon of warriorhood.
Role play example: Nettleflight pricked his ears. "What was that?" he hissed. The barely audible sound of a twig cracking reached his pointed ears, and he swiveled them until he pinpointed its direction. "I'm going for it," he said, crouching down into the hunter stance. He carefully placed paw after paw noiselessly on the ground, inching closer to the prey. It was a brown vole, too busily focused on its food to notice him. Not that his fur didn't blend in with the soil a bit. When he was a few tail-lengths away, he pounced, catching the prey between his paws and dispatching it with a hard blow to the head.
Other: Um.
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: MountainClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Nettleflight has long, straight fur that is a gray-brown. He has white on his muzzle, belly and a white "sock" on his front-right paw. His eyes are a fiery green like those of a dire wolf. His whiskers are long, and his nose is v-shaped and small. His tail is bushy like a wolf's, except not exactly the same.
Personality: Nettleflight is an enjoyable friend. He can be a bit irresponsible at times, and isn't the most brave cat in the Clans, but his confident personality is in constant conflict with it. If he had an apprentice he would be patient with him, making sure that he had a good time as well as learning important skills. Nettleflight likes to show off some of the time but is supportive of his clanmates, and very determined and perservered. He spends a lot of time grooming his long coat and makes sure it's as flawless as possible.
History: Nettlekit had rather short hair when he was born one newleaf. The dewdrop on a leaf fell onto his nose, and he was instantly curious of the world. He lived on playing with his few friends. Just before he became Nettlepaw, his fur started growing in longer and by the time he was two moons into apprenticeship he had a full coat of it. He persevered until he became Nettleflight, supporting the Clan as he knew it. To this day he lives on into the third moon of warriorhood.
Role play example: Nettleflight pricked his ears. "What was that?" he hissed. The barely audible sound of a twig cracking reached his pointed ears, and he swiveled them until he pinpointed its direction. "I'm going for it," he said, crouching down into the hunter stance. He carefully placed paw after paw noiselessly on the ground, inching closer to the prey. It was a brown vole, too busily focused on its food to notice him. Not that his fur didn't blend in with the soil a bit. When he was a few tail-lengths away, he pounced, catching the prey between his paws and dispatching it with a hard blow to the head.
Other: Um.
