Post by elusiveshadow on Aug 6, 2010 23:20:59 GMT -5
Name: Stormcaster
Age: 45 moons
Gender: Tom
Character Type: Clan Cat
Alliance: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Appearance: He is a light silver tabby with darker gray markings. He has leafy green eyes that shine in the sun. His left shoulder has black tabby markings aside from his gray ones. His paws are unnaturaly large, seeing as they house very large claws. His tail is really long and it is a bit bushy.
Personality: He is very patient and loves to make friends. He is usally shy around new cats but loves to play with the new kits. Some bash him for being a kit at heart but that has never stopped him from being one of the hardest working warriors of RiverClan. If he is in a bad mood, he generally keeps to himself and stays away from camp, not wanting anyone to take pity on him.
History: Stormcaster was the runt of the litter. His large paws always made it awkward for him to walk as a kit. Now that he is a warrior, his only sister and two brothers got killed as apprentices from a bought of green cough. His mother, Jadefeater, died from old age three moons ago. He never had a mate but he wants kits, badly. The cats of the Clan burden him as the bringer of storms. The day he was born, a horrible thunderstorm shook the forest to its roots. Then again when he was made an apprentice and a warrior, a rain storm left the camp completely soaked. Whenever he gets in a bad mood, cats swear they see swollen storm clouds herralding on the horizon.
Roleplay Example: Stormpaw slowly stalked out of camp, keeping all sences alert for the sound of the enemy. He let his lip curl into a fierce snarl as he neared a rustle in a near by bush. He rolled back on his haunches and pounced, landing squarely on another cat's shoulders.
The cat jumped into the air with a yowl and turned, spitting furiously. Suddenly the cat's eyes cleared and it meowed, "Good job Stormpaw, you really suprised me that time."
Stormpaw flicked his tail happily as he slid of the cat's shoulders, "I told you I would."
The cat flicked it's ears and meowed, "Next time, be sure to stay silent the whole time. When you pounced, I thought you were a bird taking off."
"Oh, Kimberfeather! You really heard me?!"
She nodded and her whiskers twitched, "I wouldn't be a good mentour if I didn't point that out."
He shrugged and Kimberfeather meowed, "Now try it again."
Age: 45 moons
Gender: Tom
Character Type: Clan Cat
Alliance: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Appearance: He is a light silver tabby with darker gray markings. He has leafy green eyes that shine in the sun. His left shoulder has black tabby markings aside from his gray ones. His paws are unnaturaly large, seeing as they house very large claws. His tail is really long and it is a bit bushy.
Personality: He is very patient and loves to make friends. He is usally shy around new cats but loves to play with the new kits. Some bash him for being a kit at heart but that has never stopped him from being one of the hardest working warriors of RiverClan. If he is in a bad mood, he generally keeps to himself and stays away from camp, not wanting anyone to take pity on him.
History: Stormcaster was the runt of the litter. His large paws always made it awkward for him to walk as a kit. Now that he is a warrior, his only sister and two brothers got killed as apprentices from a bought of green cough. His mother, Jadefeater, died from old age three moons ago. He never had a mate but he wants kits, badly. The cats of the Clan burden him as the bringer of storms. The day he was born, a horrible thunderstorm shook the forest to its roots. Then again when he was made an apprentice and a warrior, a rain storm left the camp completely soaked. Whenever he gets in a bad mood, cats swear they see swollen storm clouds herralding on the horizon.
Roleplay Example: Stormpaw slowly stalked out of camp, keeping all sences alert for the sound of the enemy. He let his lip curl into a fierce snarl as he neared a rustle in a near by bush. He rolled back on his haunches and pounced, landing squarely on another cat's shoulders.
The cat jumped into the air with a yowl and turned, spitting furiously. Suddenly the cat's eyes cleared and it meowed, "Good job Stormpaw, you really suprised me that time."
Stormpaw flicked his tail happily as he slid of the cat's shoulders, "I told you I would."
The cat flicked it's ears and meowed, "Next time, be sure to stay silent the whole time. When you pounced, I thought you were a bird taking off."
"Oh, Kimberfeather! You really heard me?!"
She nodded and her whiskers twitched, "I wouldn't be a good mentour if I didn't point that out."
He shrugged and Kimberfeather meowed, "Now try it again."
