Post by Desertpaw on Mar 7, 2009 20:34:33 GMT -8
Name:
Desertpaw
Age:
Six Moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
ThunderClan
Position:
Apprentice-to-Be
Appearance:
Desertpaw gets his name from the sandy colored fur that covers his back. On his spine, the sandy color takes a more orange tinge, and it follows down to his tail, but as it nears the neck, the whole color changes to an almost white. His tail is ringed, the regular sandy color of his fur with the orange stripes that line it. Down the top of the tail, just the main bone area, the streak of darker orange follows. His paws follow the same pattern, but at the bottom the the hind paws at the joint, they're white, where as the front are of the orange color. His most unique part is the facial features. His ears are a dark orange, which also comes around the back base of the ears of the same color. On his forehead, is a tan-orange, surrounded by the sandy colors. The markings continue to a point an inch from the corners of his eyes. This mask follows his face, but as it nears the edges of the whiskers, it starts fading to the regular sand. His eyes are a shocking blue, which are slightly crossed from birth.
Personality:
The one word spazz wraps up the fact that this will be one tough apprentice. You can find him upside down, sideways, and twisted in any shape because he wants to discover the world of the Clan in a different view. He likes to run, jump, leap, climb, and try to balance on things he knows that it isn't possible. Though, when it comes to it, this kit will be your worst nightmare. He's very perceptive, and learns quickly. When he's in a fight with his fellow Clanmates, he's quick and clever, pin-pointing the weaknesses and attacking them. His most common attack is a headlock, where he uses his hind legs to kick you. He enjoys fighting and hardly loses his temper unless provoked strongly by another cat.
RP Example:
A small kit crept slowly out of the nursery, glancing around. No one was out at the moment, excluding the patrol, so he continued out. The stars twinkled above and a slight breeze blew, sending the cold wind that had settled over the iced snow. He stepped tentatively on it, and then put his weight on it. He winced as he heard a small crack, but the snow was frozen enough to not give way to the small tom. He flicked his tail triumpiantly, and started slowly across the frozen wonderland.
The wind was whispering to him, and he twitched his ears to hear the words calling to him. He glanced at the warriors den, and the other locations for the people of greater honor. He sat down, and started cleaning behind his ears and his paws. The beds in the nursery sometimes made you itchy, and he sneezed at the thought. He lashed his tail against the frosted tundra. His eyes widened, and a sharp crack resounded as the snow beneath him gave way, and he gave a small cry of shock and pulled himself back onto the icy path. He flicked his tail, narrowing his eyes at the ice, before slipping back into the nursery to wait for the sun to rise.
Desertpaw
Age:
Six Moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
ThunderClan
Position:
Apprentice-to-Be
Appearance:
Desertpaw gets his name from the sandy colored fur that covers his back. On his spine, the sandy color takes a more orange tinge, and it follows down to his tail, but as it nears the neck, the whole color changes to an almost white. His tail is ringed, the regular sandy color of his fur with the orange stripes that line it. Down the top of the tail, just the main bone area, the streak of darker orange follows. His paws follow the same pattern, but at the bottom the the hind paws at the joint, they're white, where as the front are of the orange color. His most unique part is the facial features. His ears are a dark orange, which also comes around the back base of the ears of the same color. On his forehead, is a tan-orange, surrounded by the sandy colors. The markings continue to a point an inch from the corners of his eyes. This mask follows his face, but as it nears the edges of the whiskers, it starts fading to the regular sand. His eyes are a shocking blue, which are slightly crossed from birth.
Personality:
The one word spazz wraps up the fact that this will be one tough apprentice. You can find him upside down, sideways, and twisted in any shape because he wants to discover the world of the Clan in a different view. He likes to run, jump, leap, climb, and try to balance on things he knows that it isn't possible. Though, when it comes to it, this kit will be your worst nightmare. He's very perceptive, and learns quickly. When he's in a fight with his fellow Clanmates, he's quick and clever, pin-pointing the weaknesses and attacking them. His most common attack is a headlock, where he uses his hind legs to kick you. He enjoys fighting and hardly loses his temper unless provoked strongly by another cat.
RP Example:
A small kit crept slowly out of the nursery, glancing around. No one was out at the moment, excluding the patrol, so he continued out. The stars twinkled above and a slight breeze blew, sending the cold wind that had settled over the iced snow. He stepped tentatively on it, and then put his weight on it. He winced as he heard a small crack, but the snow was frozen enough to not give way to the small tom. He flicked his tail triumpiantly, and started slowly across the frozen wonderland.
The wind was whispering to him, and he twitched his ears to hear the words calling to him. He glanced at the warriors den, and the other locations for the people of greater honor. He sat down, and started cleaning behind his ears and his paws. The beds in the nursery sometimes made you itchy, and he sneezed at the thought. He lashed his tail against the frosted tundra. His eyes widened, and a sharp crack resounded as the snow beneath him gave way, and he gave a small cry of shock and pulled himself back onto the icy path. He flicked his tail, narrowing his eyes at the ice, before slipping back into the nursery to wait for the sun to rise.
