Post by ☼Lichen☼ on Nov 2, 2008 10:33:23 GMT -8
((Cinder said I could do this. ;D))
He almost looks like this except that his legs are longer and the tail needs to be less fluffy. His shoulders are also broader.
Name: Lichenstar
Age: 21 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Leader
Appearance: Lichenstar is a younger leader, and so he is not as old and gray as expierienced others. His fur is sleek and never messy, usually flattened to his back totally. A cream color mixed with light grey gives him the appearance of a tanned skin of an animal. His tail is long and always above his head, proud and tall he is. Lichenstar's features are often plastered with a far off look, for he thinks very much. Upon his short snout rests a dainty pink, almost heart shaped nose and three snow white whiskers protrude out of each side of his face. Above the nose rests two forest green eyes which look as if they had been beautifully crafted glass orbs which shined upon every movement. With long legs and broad shoulders, Lichenstar is a very handsome cat indeed.
Personality: Lichenstar is a very deep thinker. Before anything, he tries to figure out the most easy or stratigic way. Hunting, fishing, fighting, or even before a battle, Lichenstar will figure something out. This cream colored cat isn't exactly bossy, but he's definitely not a pushover. Because he is slightly new to the leader business, Lichenstar may have to earn respect, and he'll do it in any way he can. Lichenstar is a fierce fighter, he'll do almost anything for his clan. Staying alive is his number 1 strategy, and he uses his confidence to his advantage. Lichenstar adores kits, but knows as a leader he may never have any. Settling to watch kits calms his nerves completely. The great leader alone is very sensative and doesn't handle pain too well, but around his clan he tries to be touch and brave, a good example to all. Though he is a leader, he hopes to have his own apprentice one day. He gets very excited to head to visit Starclan, that is one of his favorite treats about being a leader. When he gets stressed, he patrols the boarders himself and thinks of it more as a walk than a struggle to keep their home.
RP Example:
The white sky promised a dreary, maybe even depressing day for the ever care-free Lichenstar. His green eyes darted around the marshy territory, looking for dryer land where animals would be living. A good chase may settle the itching in his paws to get out. Stopping for a second, he tipped his jaws open only slightly to scent anything nearer as his paws quietly stalked slowly up on a gradually lifting hill, leading to dryer land at every step. Stale mouse. Rabbit and squirrel. Now, Lichenstar stopped, letting these scents attack his brain, brainstorming. If I try to go after the rabbit, it will probably get away, but still; it gives more meat. The squirrel would be more likely to catch but its farther away. Settling on the squirrel, Lichenstar decided not to waste his energy. He allowed his paws to turn from a walk to a run. As his legs spread farther and farther apart, he gradually saw a brownish dot in the distance, the high grass almost covering it completely. Squatting into a hunting crouch, his white whiskers twitched with anticipation as the squirrel came closer, unaware of the claws that were about to sink into it, drawing every wisp of life out of its body. That is exactly what happened. Pouncing, he landed on top of the helpless creature and tore at it viciously with his claws. It made one last effort to run away but a tear at its throat confirmed its death. Picking up the squirrel by the tail, Lichenstar began to trot back to camp, confident with his catch.
He almost looks like this except that his legs are longer and the tail needs to be less fluffy. His shoulders are also broader.
Name: Lichenstar
Age: 21 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Leader
Appearance: Lichenstar is a younger leader, and so he is not as old and gray as expierienced others. His fur is sleek and never messy, usually flattened to his back totally. A cream color mixed with light grey gives him the appearance of a tanned skin of an animal. His tail is long and always above his head, proud and tall he is. Lichenstar's features are often plastered with a far off look, for he thinks very much. Upon his short snout rests a dainty pink, almost heart shaped nose and three snow white whiskers protrude out of each side of his face. Above the nose rests two forest green eyes which look as if they had been beautifully crafted glass orbs which shined upon every movement. With long legs and broad shoulders, Lichenstar is a very handsome cat indeed.
Personality: Lichenstar is a very deep thinker. Before anything, he tries to figure out the most easy or stratigic way. Hunting, fishing, fighting, or even before a battle, Lichenstar will figure something out. This cream colored cat isn't exactly bossy, but he's definitely not a pushover. Because he is slightly new to the leader business, Lichenstar may have to earn respect, and he'll do it in any way he can. Lichenstar is a fierce fighter, he'll do almost anything for his clan. Staying alive is his number 1 strategy, and he uses his confidence to his advantage. Lichenstar adores kits, but knows as a leader he may never have any. Settling to watch kits calms his nerves completely. The great leader alone is very sensative and doesn't handle pain too well, but around his clan he tries to be touch and brave, a good example to all. Though he is a leader, he hopes to have his own apprentice one day. He gets very excited to head to visit Starclan, that is one of his favorite treats about being a leader. When he gets stressed, he patrols the boarders himself and thinks of it more as a walk than a struggle to keep their home.
RP Example:
The white sky promised a dreary, maybe even depressing day for the ever care-free Lichenstar. His green eyes darted around the marshy territory, looking for dryer land where animals would be living. A good chase may settle the itching in his paws to get out. Stopping for a second, he tipped his jaws open only slightly to scent anything nearer as his paws quietly stalked slowly up on a gradually lifting hill, leading to dryer land at every step. Stale mouse. Rabbit and squirrel. Now, Lichenstar stopped, letting these scents attack his brain, brainstorming. If I try to go after the rabbit, it will probably get away, but still; it gives more meat. The squirrel would be more likely to catch but its farther away. Settling on the squirrel, Lichenstar decided not to waste his energy. He allowed his paws to turn from a walk to a run. As his legs spread farther and farther apart, he gradually saw a brownish dot in the distance, the high grass almost covering it completely. Squatting into a hunting crouch, his white whiskers twitched with anticipation as the squirrel came closer, unaware of the claws that were about to sink into it, drawing every wisp of life out of its body. That is exactly what happened. Pouncing, he landed on top of the helpless creature and tore at it viciously with his claws. It made one last effort to run away but a tear at its throat confirmed its death. Picking up the squirrel by the tail, Lichenstar began to trot back to camp, confident with his catch.
