Post by Kay on Aug 8, 2010 22:41:30 GMT -5
Name: Oliver
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Clan: None
Species: Cat
Breed: Siberian
Picture:
Personality: He is very quiet and shy. Having to grow up and learn everything on his own put quite a toll on him. He is good t staying alive, yet he doesnt know how to socalize very well. most of what he says comes out sounding bad, or weird.
Apperance: He has long white fur, that is only a different color on his face, ears, paws, and tail. Having long fur often makes him hot, but in the winter its nice and warm. He has long white whiskers, and blue eyes.
History: Oliver was the smallest of the litter. His mother was a rouge and his father was a clan warrior. His mother left him alone in the wilderness, because she thought she could no longer take care of a kit that would most certainly die. Well he didn't die and now he wonders who his mother was. He grew up learning everything on his own. One of his siblings remains in another clan, but they don't know they are related. His brother's name is unknown to him to this day unfortunately. He wonders what happened to them, but is to afraid to go find out.
RPG Example:Soulstar padded along in the dark. She was out late, but wanter to get some fresh air. He muttered something to herself and stopped for a moment. He continued to mutter and then started to walk again. She thought that if any cat where to see her they would think her crazy. Although she didn't even know what she was uttering the words just seemed to fall out of her soft black muzzle. A breeze blew in from the west causing her black fur to ruffle. She gave it a disapproving look and continued padding along. The earth beneath her was soft and cold. It was rich soil thats why so many plants grow here. The night reminded her of an odd story an elder told her once. She shook her head at the thought. Pawstep by pawstep she came closer to an unsuspecting mouse. Turing her ears toward the scrabble of the small creature. Stopping only to take in a whiff of its scent to determine where it was. Legs ready to spring, claws aching to feel the warm blood. Pouncing the mouse made a squeak and tryed to run, but it was stopped dead in its tracks. She had caught it. Her nostrils filled with the scent of blood and mouse. Her teeth sinking into its neck. Smiling she took a quick bite. It was warm and full of flavor. Licking the blood off a whisker she raised her head to look at a bush. It rustled. A pair of ice blue eyes could be seen through the green leaves. Her fur bristled. 'Dare a rogue attack me?' She thought to herself. The eyes moved from side to side before coming closer. A slender white tom slinked out of the bush. She froze. 'it can't be!' her mind raced. "Hello Soulshadow." He said smiling.
Crush: None Yet!
From where?: here!
Warrior Name: None
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Clan: None
Species: Cat
Breed: Siberian
Picture:
Personality: He is very quiet and shy. Having to grow up and learn everything on his own put quite a toll on him. He is good t staying alive, yet he doesnt know how to socalize very well. most of what he says comes out sounding bad, or weird.
Apperance: He has long white fur, that is only a different color on his face, ears, paws, and tail. Having long fur often makes him hot, but in the winter its nice and warm. He has long white whiskers, and blue eyes.
History: Oliver was the smallest of the litter. His mother was a rouge and his father was a clan warrior. His mother left him alone in the wilderness, because she thought she could no longer take care of a kit that would most certainly die. Well he didn't die and now he wonders who his mother was. He grew up learning everything on his own. One of his siblings remains in another clan, but they don't know they are related. His brother's name is unknown to him to this day unfortunately. He wonders what happened to them, but is to afraid to go find out.
RPG Example:Soulstar padded along in the dark. She was out late, but wanter to get some fresh air. He muttered something to herself and stopped for a moment. He continued to mutter and then started to walk again. She thought that if any cat where to see her they would think her crazy. Although she didn't even know what she was uttering the words just seemed to fall out of her soft black muzzle. A breeze blew in from the west causing her black fur to ruffle. She gave it a disapproving look and continued padding along. The earth beneath her was soft and cold. It was rich soil thats why so many plants grow here. The night reminded her of an odd story an elder told her once. She shook her head at the thought. Pawstep by pawstep she came closer to an unsuspecting mouse. Turing her ears toward the scrabble of the small creature. Stopping only to take in a whiff of its scent to determine where it was. Legs ready to spring, claws aching to feel the warm blood. Pouncing the mouse made a squeak and tryed to run, but it was stopped dead in its tracks. She had caught it. Her nostrils filled with the scent of blood and mouse. Her teeth sinking into its neck. Smiling she took a quick bite. It was warm and full of flavor. Licking the blood off a whisker she raised her head to look at a bush. It rustled. A pair of ice blue eyes could be seen through the green leaves. Her fur bristled. 'Dare a rogue attack me?' She thought to herself. The eyes moved from side to side before coming closer. A slender white tom slinked out of the bush. She froze. 'it can't be!' her mind raced. "Hello Soulshadow." He said smiling.
Crush: None Yet!
From where?: here!
Warrior Name: None
