Post by Wolfclaw on Nov 8, 2008 20:08:27 GMT -5
Name?: Wolfclaw
Age?: 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Picture.:
Description?:
He has a long haired silver-gray pelt, that shines magnificently in the moonlight. His eyes are a brilliant green that flicker dangerously when he is angered. His fur is silky soft but when is wet weighs him down heavily. His claws and teeth are the same as his mind, sharp.
Personality?:
Wolfclaw is a fierce fighter and when his mind is set on something he will never stop until his duty is fulfilled. He tends to judge other cats on first impressions, but is a loyal friend. He will do whatever in his power to protect his clan, even if it means going down dying.
History?:
Wolfclaw's mother died when she was giving birth to him and his sister. His father ignored him and his sister Larkfur. This didn't have any effect on them though, and together they grew to be apprentices, but during a border battle Larkpaw died. Heart heavy with grief Wolfclaw returned to camp battle weary, but a spark grew into a raging fire, that he had to avenge his sister's death, though he did not know who had committed the deed. Later on a few moons before his warrior ceremony, his father had betrayed their leader in his quest to gain power, by trying to kill the current leader, Wolfclaw's father was forever banished from Snowclan, and Wolfclaw now finds himself to rid himself of the questioning stares of whether he would grow to be like his father.
Clan?: Snowclan
Family?: N/A
Rank?: Warrior
RP Example:
Wolfclaw shook the droplets of water from his pelt, already he could feel his fur grow heavy from the water. He ignored it anyways as he continued to stare down at the forming puddle that reflected the moon that hung high above him, the ebony sky sprinkled with the spirits of his ancestors. Slowly he lifted his head and inhaled the moist air, was Larkpaw up there with his ancestors? Was she watching him along with their mother? Were they proud of him? He dropped his head and shook it wearily, the night was growing short, Wolfclaw stood his paws sinking into the wet earth. His tail held low, Wolfclaw with little enthusiasm headed back to his home, the night split by the strick of white on black, the booming noise following close after.
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Additional Comments:
Age?: 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Picture.:
Description?:
He has a long haired silver-gray pelt, that shines magnificently in the moonlight. His eyes are a brilliant green that flicker dangerously when he is angered. His fur is silky soft but when is wet weighs him down heavily. His claws and teeth are the same as his mind, sharp.
Personality?:
Wolfclaw is a fierce fighter and when his mind is set on something he will never stop until his duty is fulfilled. He tends to judge other cats on first impressions, but is a loyal friend. He will do whatever in his power to protect his clan, even if it means going down dying.
History?:
Wolfclaw's mother died when she was giving birth to him and his sister. His father ignored him and his sister Larkfur. This didn't have any effect on them though, and together they grew to be apprentices, but during a border battle Larkpaw died. Heart heavy with grief Wolfclaw returned to camp battle weary, but a spark grew into a raging fire, that he had to avenge his sister's death, though he did not know who had committed the deed. Later on a few moons before his warrior ceremony, his father had betrayed their leader in his quest to gain power, by trying to kill the current leader, Wolfclaw's father was forever banished from Snowclan, and Wolfclaw now finds himself to rid himself of the questioning stares of whether he would grow to be like his father.
Clan?: Snowclan
Family?: N/A
Rank?: Warrior
RP Example:
Wolfclaw shook the droplets of water from his pelt, already he could feel his fur grow heavy from the water. He ignored it anyways as he continued to stare down at the forming puddle that reflected the moon that hung high above him, the ebony sky sprinkled with the spirits of his ancestors. Slowly he lifted his head and inhaled the moist air, was Larkpaw up there with his ancestors? Was she watching him along with their mother? Were they proud of him? He dropped his head and shook it wearily, the night was growing short, Wolfclaw stood his paws sinking into the wet earth. His tail held low, Wolfclaw with little enthusiasm headed back to his home, the night split by the strick of white on black, the booming noise following close after.
Additional Comments:
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