Post by Dever on May 21, 2008 18:08:18 GMT -6
Name: Storm(paw)
Gender:Tom
Age: Six Moons
Rank: Apprentice.
Clan: Wanting to be Waterclan anything else that is available Ill take though!
Picture:
Physical Description: Stormpaw's fur is a brilliant gray embedded with a black swirl. It is kept short with his natural shedding, and only grows a little thicker during leafbare. The area where his mandible is situated is pure white. His eyes are ovals, filled with a dirty yellow pierced through the darkness of the night. His body was sleek and tuned to be a hunter, he wasn't skinny but his physique showed that his muscles made up most of his weight.
Personality: Stormpaw is not to say non-playful, yet he is rather cautious and curious at the same time. His intrigue drives him at his young age and he has/will developed a deep respect for the warrior code and Starclan. His loyalties lay with that of his clan, leader, and friends. Although at times Stormpaw may seem quiet it could most certainly be assumed that he is pondering the situation and how best to react to it.
History: Stormpaw is still a young kit, and newly apprenticed. Although he hasn't experienced life all the way to the fullest he has a sense for adventure. And would not turn down a journey or quest if it helped his clan or friends in any way. He is a developing hunter and shows incredible skills in combat when play fighting. His mother named him Stormkit due to his fur resembling a swirling mass of storm clouds.
In Character (IC):
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The rushing river made for a perfect muffler as the young kit's paws pressed against blades of new grass. Stormkit a young gray kitten pressed himself into a crouched position similar to the ones he had seen other warriors and apprentices take. His breathing completely stopped as those golden eyes watched his prey.
His whiskers tweaked as he shifted his weight slowly to his hind legs. Pushing forward like a spring he pounced, Stormkit's arms outstretched as he directed sheathed paws towards his target.
He landed with a relatively loud thud, grace apparently something he hadn't learned yet. He had succeeded in catching his prey, and a soft grin parted his mouth slightly open. The butterfly with a bit of awkwardness fluttered its wings and flew away from the young kit's paws. Stormkit's eyes watched as it flew out of sight.
"Someday... someday that'll be a rabbit..." He mewed to himself.
<ooc>
Other: Single when older might consider looking for a mate.
Gender:Tom
Age: Six Moons
Rank: Apprentice.
Clan: Wanting to be Waterclan anything else that is available Ill take though!
Picture:
Physical Description: Stormpaw's fur is a brilliant gray embedded with a black swirl. It is kept short with his natural shedding, and only grows a little thicker during leafbare. The area where his mandible is situated is pure white. His eyes are ovals, filled with a dirty yellow pierced through the darkness of the night. His body was sleek and tuned to be a hunter, he wasn't skinny but his physique showed that his muscles made up most of his weight.
Personality: Stormpaw is not to say non-playful, yet he is rather cautious and curious at the same time. His intrigue drives him at his young age and he has/will developed a deep respect for the warrior code and Starclan. His loyalties lay with that of his clan, leader, and friends. Although at times Stormpaw may seem quiet it could most certainly be assumed that he is pondering the situation and how best to react to it.
History: Stormpaw is still a young kit, and newly apprenticed. Although he hasn't experienced life all the way to the fullest he has a sense for adventure. And would not turn down a journey or quest if it helped his clan or friends in any way. He is a developing hunter and shows incredible skills in combat when play fighting. His mother named him Stormkit due to his fur resembling a swirling mass of storm clouds.
In Character (IC):
<ic>
The rushing river made for a perfect muffler as the young kit's paws pressed against blades of new grass. Stormkit a young gray kitten pressed himself into a crouched position similar to the ones he had seen other warriors and apprentices take. His breathing completely stopped as those golden eyes watched his prey.
His whiskers tweaked as he shifted his weight slowly to his hind legs. Pushing forward like a spring he pounced, Stormkit's arms outstretched as he directed sheathed paws towards his target.
He landed with a relatively loud thud, grace apparently something he hadn't learned yet. He had succeeded in catching his prey, and a soft grin parted his mouth slightly open. The butterfly with a bit of awkwardness fluttered its wings and flew away from the young kit's paws. Stormkit's eyes watched as it flew out of sight.
"Someday... someday that'll be a rabbit..." He mewed to himself.
<ooc>
Other: Single when older might consider looking for a mate.