Post by {.dancer.} on Jul 1, 2007 19:37:26 GMT -6
Name: Storm
Gender: Tom
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Loner
Clan: Loner
Picture:
Physical Description: Storm is a short-hair grey tabby. The lower part of his face is white, and his eyes are blue. His tail is of average length, and of average size for a short-hair cat. He is somewhat skinny, but he isn't small. He is well muscled, and his pelt is usually well-groomed. His claws are sharp and strong.
Personality: Storm is a polite cat, and he knows how to act in any situation. He is a formidable fighter when necessary, but often tries to talk things out first. He is clever, but doesn't use his knowledge for much. He is a good hunter, and a mediocre tracker. He has few friends, but he would do most anything for them. He likes his life just the way it is, and spends all of his time enjoying it.
History: Storm was named for the color of his fur. He had a brother and a sister, but the littermates went their separate ways after only a time in which they lived with their parents. Storm took up residence in a barn on a Twoleg farm not far from TreeClan territory. On one of his early explorations, Storm wandered into TreeClan territory, and met Brightpaw, a TreeClan apprentice. The two became good friends, and they remained friends as Brightpaw became Brightsong. Storm remained friends with Brightsong as she became deputy, and continued to be Brightstar`s friend even after she became leader. Storm had remained Brightstar`s friend even now, and he would do anything he could to help her.
In Character (IC): Storm was alone, for the first time. He missed the small comfort of having his family close by, having someone to talk to. He missed the nest in the brambles that would always be there for him to curl up in at the end of the day. Storm kept on going, even though he felt alone. He kept on moving forward even though he was tired.
It was many days later. He had traveled so far, in search of somewhere to live. Discouraged and tired, Storm kept on walking, plodding along with his head bowed. As the sun began to set, a large Twoleg building appeared on the horizon. Storm noticed it, and began to move faster and faster until he was running. He pelted along, towards the building. After a short while of running, he had reached the structure. Storm slid through an opening cautiously, and found a deserted place filling with soft hay, and the scent of mice hanging in the air. Storm raised his head, and looked around. He had found his new home.
Other: He would never admit it, but he might be in love... I'm not sure yet.
Gender: Tom
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Loner
Clan: Loner
Picture:
Physical Description: Storm is a short-hair grey tabby. The lower part of his face is white, and his eyes are blue. His tail is of average length, and of average size for a short-hair cat. He is somewhat skinny, but he isn't small. He is well muscled, and his pelt is usually well-groomed. His claws are sharp and strong.
Personality: Storm is a polite cat, and he knows how to act in any situation. He is a formidable fighter when necessary, but often tries to talk things out first. He is clever, but doesn't use his knowledge for much. He is a good hunter, and a mediocre tracker. He has few friends, but he would do most anything for them. He likes his life just the way it is, and spends all of his time enjoying it.
History: Storm was named for the color of his fur. He had a brother and a sister, but the littermates went their separate ways after only a time in which they lived with their parents. Storm took up residence in a barn on a Twoleg farm not far from TreeClan territory. On one of his early explorations, Storm wandered into TreeClan territory, and met Brightpaw, a TreeClan apprentice. The two became good friends, and they remained friends as Brightpaw became Brightsong. Storm remained friends with Brightsong as she became deputy, and continued to be Brightstar`s friend even after she became leader. Storm had remained Brightstar`s friend even now, and he would do anything he could to help her.
In Character (IC): Storm was alone, for the first time. He missed the small comfort of having his family close by, having someone to talk to. He missed the nest in the brambles that would always be there for him to curl up in at the end of the day. Storm kept on going, even though he felt alone. He kept on moving forward even though he was tired.
It was many days later. He had traveled so far, in search of somewhere to live. Discouraged and tired, Storm kept on walking, plodding along with his head bowed. As the sun began to set, a large Twoleg building appeared on the horizon. Storm noticed it, and began to move faster and faster until he was running. He pelted along, towards the building. After a short while of running, he had reached the structure. Storm slid through an opening cautiously, and found a deserted place filling with soft hay, and the scent of mice hanging in the air. Storm raised his head, and looked around. He had found his new home.
Other: He would never admit it, but he might be in love... I'm not sure yet.