Post by WHiR[D] on May 16, 2009 10:17:37 GMT -6
I AM IRON MAN.
DUNNA-DUNNA-DUNNA,
DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN.
Name: Ironstar
Gender: tom
Age: 73 moons
Rank: leader
Clan: HillClan
Picture: Clickkk meeee.
Physical Description: Ironstar is a strong tabby tom. His fur is pale ginger with darker ginger stripes, and is very thick. It's helpful in leaf-bare, but dreadful in green-leaf. He has big pale green eyes that have a subtle shimmer when the sun shines into them. His nose has little dark spots which have always marked him apart from other ginger tabbies. His tail has a think band of dark ginger/scarlet near the tip, which from afar makes him look as though his tail is wounded.
Personality: Ironstar is a powerful leader, and can convince cats to follow him quite easily. Whether that's by threats, or by sheer charm and tactfullness; Only a few cats really know. He contains a blend of love for his clan and its members, and a good helping of ambition, as well as a great respect of the rules. He is forgiving, and understands that kits and apprentices don't know everything. Yet he also believes that once you've been told once, you should learn, and not do it again. He is a very respectful leader, and shows respect to everyone, even if an individual is disrespectful towards him.
History: Ironstar was born Ironkit, who grew into Ironpaw, and Ironwhisker. He had a sister, Irispelt, whom he loved dearly, but was lost to greencough as a young warrior. He and his sister were the last litter of Sunfeather and Slatepelt. He inherited his mother's pelt and her caring personality, as well as his father's strength, ambition, and pride.
In Character (IC): Ironwhisker emerged from the warrior's den and weaved around a cluster of young cats, arriving at the nursery. He found his sister watching over _(insert queen's name here)'s_ kits outside the entrance. "Good day, Irispelt. How are the kits?"
"They seem perfectly fine. I hear Dawnwhisker is feeling better, and may be able to take care of them again soon. I hope so. All this jumping around is wearing me down." With that Irispelt gave a cough.
Ironwhisker layed his ears back. "Irispelt! If you start feeling ill at all, go to _(insert last med. cat's name here)_ immediately, do you understand?"
"Yeah, yeah. You worry over me like a queen over her kit." She playfully batted his nose with her tail, and turned away.
Other: Could have a mate, I dunno really. *Shrug* But probably not at this point.
DUNNA-DUNNA-DUNNA,
DUN-DUN-DUN-DUN.
Name: Ironstar
Gender: tom
Age: 73 moons
Rank: leader
Clan: HillClan
Picture: Clickkk meeee.
Physical Description: Ironstar is a strong tabby tom. His fur is pale ginger with darker ginger stripes, and is very thick. It's helpful in leaf-bare, but dreadful in green-leaf. He has big pale green eyes that have a subtle shimmer when the sun shines into them. His nose has little dark spots which have always marked him apart from other ginger tabbies. His tail has a think band of dark ginger/scarlet near the tip, which from afar makes him look as though his tail is wounded.
Personality: Ironstar is a powerful leader, and can convince cats to follow him quite easily. Whether that's by threats, or by sheer charm and tactfullness; Only a few cats really know. He contains a blend of love for his clan and its members, and a good helping of ambition, as well as a great respect of the rules. He is forgiving, and understands that kits and apprentices don't know everything. Yet he also believes that once you've been told once, you should learn, and not do it again. He is a very respectful leader, and shows respect to everyone, even if an individual is disrespectful towards him.
History: Ironstar was born Ironkit, who grew into Ironpaw, and Ironwhisker. He had a sister, Irispelt, whom he loved dearly, but was lost to greencough as a young warrior. He and his sister were the last litter of Sunfeather and Slatepelt. He inherited his mother's pelt and her caring personality, as well as his father's strength, ambition, and pride.
In Character (IC): Ironwhisker emerged from the warrior's den and weaved around a cluster of young cats, arriving at the nursery. He found his sister watching over _(insert queen's name here)'s_ kits outside the entrance. "Good day, Irispelt. How are the kits?"
"They seem perfectly fine. I hear Dawnwhisker is feeling better, and may be able to take care of them again soon. I hope so. All this jumping around is wearing me down." With that Irispelt gave a cough.
Ironwhisker layed his ears back. "Irispelt! If you start feeling ill at all, go to _(insert last med. cat's name here)_ immediately, do you understand?"
"Yeah, yeah. You worry over me like a queen over her kit." She playfully batted his nose with her tail, and turned away.
Other: Could have a mate, I dunno really. *Shrug* But probably not at this point.