Post by S.tarstruck on Mar 9, 2008 15:49:03 GMT -5
Name: Foxfeather
Gender: tom
Age: 12 moons
Clan:Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Foxfeather is smaller than most toms, but not by much. His fur is dark ginger, like a fox's, with black-tipped hairs running from his head to the end of his tail. The fur on his body is long, and his tail is feathery, but his legs and face are covered in shorter hairs. His eyes are the same midnight-blue as the sky, with silver flecks like stars.
Personality: Ever since he was a kit, Foxfeather has had the curious, inquisitive nature of a fox, the quick-minded cunning of a snake, and the wisdom of an owl. He's always stuck to the warrior code—no exceptions. He used to want a mate, when he was an apprentice, but since becoming a warrior, he's decided to remain alone—he's afraid that if he gives his heart to a queen, he'll never get it back, and if she dies or falls in love with another tom, he'll be broken-hearted the rest of his life.
History: Born in late new-leaf, Foxkit was healthy from the start, with strong lungs and a loud, demanding yowl. His younger sister died before her first moon, but he and his brother stayed healthy and strong. He was the runt of the litter, but still the strongest, and was working out battle strategies before he left the Nursery. His brother, Owlkit, died before they became apprentices. Nobody knows how—he simply stopped breathing. Foxpaw didn't have a mentor, but he trained hard with the other apprentices, often teaching himself the moves they learned from their mentors. Before long, he became a warrior and took the name Foxfeather, after his feathery tail. He still dreams of his siblings—Owlkit and Dawnkit—but not often.
RP Example: Foxfeather squeaked in alarm, then sat straight up in his nest. He glanced at the other cats in the Warriors Den, then laid back down, curling his feathery tail tightly over his nose. He closed his midnight-blue eyes, then sighed and opened them again. Poking his head out of the den, he glanced around to make sure no one else was awake before sliding out and trotting into the center of the camp. He sat in a patch of moonlight and stared intently at the camp entrance—he was already up, so he might as well keep watch. Foxfeather shivered as it began to rain, but kept his post. When the sun began to rise, he quietly slipped back into the Warriors and began drying his pelt. ThunderClan would soon wake, and he didn't want anyone to know that he had spent the night awake. He curled into a tight ball in his nest and closed her eyes, instantly drifting into sleep. His last thought before he fell asleep was if he would dream of Owlkit and Dawnkit.
Pasword: StarClan/Erin Hunter/Rainfire
Gender: tom
Age: 12 moons
Clan:Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Foxfeather is smaller than most toms, but not by much. His fur is dark ginger, like a fox's, with black-tipped hairs running from his head to the end of his tail. The fur on his body is long, and his tail is feathery, but his legs and face are covered in shorter hairs. His eyes are the same midnight-blue as the sky, with silver flecks like stars.
Personality: Ever since he was a kit, Foxfeather has had the curious, inquisitive nature of a fox, the quick-minded cunning of a snake, and the wisdom of an owl. He's always stuck to the warrior code—no exceptions. He used to want a mate, when he was an apprentice, but since becoming a warrior, he's decided to remain alone—he's afraid that if he gives his heart to a queen, he'll never get it back, and if she dies or falls in love with another tom, he'll be broken-hearted the rest of his life.
History: Born in late new-leaf, Foxkit was healthy from the start, with strong lungs and a loud, demanding yowl. His younger sister died before her first moon, but he and his brother stayed healthy and strong. He was the runt of the litter, but still the strongest, and was working out battle strategies before he left the Nursery. His brother, Owlkit, died before they became apprentices. Nobody knows how—he simply stopped breathing. Foxpaw didn't have a mentor, but he trained hard with the other apprentices, often teaching himself the moves they learned from their mentors. Before long, he became a warrior and took the name Foxfeather, after his feathery tail. He still dreams of his siblings—Owlkit and Dawnkit—but not often.
RP Example: Foxfeather squeaked in alarm, then sat straight up in his nest. He glanced at the other cats in the Warriors Den, then laid back down, curling his feathery tail tightly over his nose. He closed his midnight-blue eyes, then sighed and opened them again. Poking his head out of the den, he glanced around to make sure no one else was awake before sliding out and trotting into the center of the camp. He sat in a patch of moonlight and stared intently at the camp entrance—he was already up, so he might as well keep watch. Foxfeather shivered as it began to rain, but kept his post. When the sun began to rise, he quietly slipped back into the Warriors and began drying his pelt. ThunderClan would soon wake, and he didn't want anyone to know that he had spent the night awake. He curled into a tight ball in his nest and closed her eyes, instantly drifting into sleep. His last thought before he fell asleep was if he would dream of Owlkit and Dawnkit.
Pasword: StarClan/Erin Hunter/Rainfire
yeah. WindClan was the first Clan i ever RPed in, but i know ThunderClan better.
