Post by frillrock on Mar 18, 2009 13:52:05 GMT -8
Name:Frillpaw
Age:13 moons
Gender:Male
Clan:Shadow
Position:Apprentince
Appearance:Frillpaw is a small tom with a broad build and a long tail. His mussles are stong and often tensed though he can be very relaxed most of the time. He is very flexible and has great agility though he is not the fastest runner, but his nimbleness allows him to out run any other cat as long as he makes many turns.
His pelt is plotted like a siamese pelt but the tips are like a beuatiful brown and silver tabby's fur. He has soft fluffy fur that is medium in length but very warm. The Places where his fur is not like a tabby's is pure white and shines like a radient light when he is in a sun or moon beam. If you see him at night you may mistake him for a dead warrior which is not uncommon for him.
His eye is the prettiest, deep blue with lighter sky blue near the edges of his eye. It is a soft gaze that comes from that eye most of the time but if he is angry his eye is enough to tell you that you shouldn't be messing with him.
If you came at him from his left side he will look like the most handsom tom you had ever layed eyes on but if he turns towards you you will see that the right half of his face is almost entirely gone. His eye and ear are gone and an aweful scarred tissue covers that half of his face covered in an none hiding light fur that is the color of silver strands that only mirror the red tissue making it almost look as fresh as the day he got it
Personality:Frillpaw is often stand offish though he is always loyal and brave for his clan. In fact he got his scar protecting the clan though few know it. He trusts no one except his leader and others of his clan these days and he is very harsh towards outsiders. He will attack anyone who trys to approach him from his right side for he hates not being able to see them coming though he usually hears them coming before they can scare him.
In the apprentinces den he has chosen the nest at the very end of the den where the back wall can protect everyone else from coming to his right side while he is sleeping. He hates those who make fun off his scar or stare at it too long, though deep down he is mostly just hurt that they judge him by the scar. It hurts him very much when he sees someone out of the corner of his left eye who is admiring how he looks then looking scared or disgusted when he turns towards them, though he deals with it by snapping at them about it with a sharp tounge, he just wishes he could remember what they did when he turned to them before the scar was there. Many of even his clan think he is the rudest cat but some who are wiser know he is just trying to protect his feelings from others.
He is very conciderate of other's feelings but he has a hard time showing it to them for even if they understand his they don't want his pitty becuase they are to busy being sorry for him. He hates having others be sorry for him and wishes they would just treat him the way they used to when he didn't have the scar.
RP Example:Sky-blue eyes, narrowed in concentration, peered out from behind a bunch of pine needles hanging off one of the giant pine trees that gave her Clan it's shelter. The pair of piercing orbs were trained on a fair-sized brown bird who was currently perched on the branch, about a tail-length away. Ordinarily he would pounce but it would be near suicidal to attempt something like that from so high up in the tree, one wrong paw would spell a broken spine - if he was lucky. No, he would have to wait until it came within a couple mouse-lengths of where the cat lay in wait.
Frillpaw had been waiting there for a long time now, his lithe muscles were begining to ache from the strain of remaining still and tense but he would not give up. The apprentice would ensure that his quiet determination paid off. His majorly silver coat camoflauged poorly with the bark,though the stray white patches simply looked like lumps of fallen snow. He was lucky to have a good natural colour,white, his Freind had to mask his dark ginger fur with mud if he wanted to catch anything up here. He was good at fishing though - something Frillpaw could never get the hang of.
The bird twittered cheerfully, unaware that it was moments from death, and hopped a bit closer. Frillpaw wondered if it was close enough. It was a little over the desired two mouse-lengths but he was fairly confident she could make it, the apprentice was pretty sure-footed up in these trees. Just as the young cat prepared to spring forward something rustled behind her. The bird gave an alarmed cry and began to fly off but Frillpaw wasn't about to let it get away. He leaped forward with a sudden agility and batted it out of the air with a forepaw. The unfortunate creature's limp form slumped back onto the branch, dazed, and then fell off it. Frillpaw watched with a mixture of amusement and dissapointment as it plummeted to the ground. Now he would have to go down and collect it, loosing time that could have been spent stalking something else.
The rustling that had first frightened the bird became louder as he got to the ground and he swivelled his head around to see. A hiorribly large dog!Hissing and spitting,The young apprentince snarled at it,eyes blazing.He jumped at it.He was thrown of easily.the dog grabbed his head,shaking him araond.The dog let go,and Frilpaw slumped to the ground,half of his face gone.The dog picked him up by then chest,shook him,and tossed him into the rock..For Frillpaw,his life was going down the tubes..
Age:13 moons
Gender:Male
Clan:Shadow
Position:Apprentince
Appearance:Frillpaw is a small tom with a broad build and a long tail. His mussles are stong and often tensed though he can be very relaxed most of the time. He is very flexible and has great agility though he is not the fastest runner, but his nimbleness allows him to out run any other cat as long as he makes many turns.
His pelt is plotted like a siamese pelt but the tips are like a beuatiful brown and silver tabby's fur. He has soft fluffy fur that is medium in length but very warm. The Places where his fur is not like a tabby's is pure white and shines like a radient light when he is in a sun or moon beam. If you see him at night you may mistake him for a dead warrior which is not uncommon for him.
His eye is the prettiest, deep blue with lighter sky blue near the edges of his eye. It is a soft gaze that comes from that eye most of the time but if he is angry his eye is enough to tell you that you shouldn't be messing with him.
If you came at him from his left side he will look like the most handsom tom you had ever layed eyes on but if he turns towards you you will see that the right half of his face is almost entirely gone. His eye and ear are gone and an aweful scarred tissue covers that half of his face covered in an none hiding light fur that is the color of silver strands that only mirror the red tissue making it almost look as fresh as the day he got it
Personality:Frillpaw is often stand offish though he is always loyal and brave for his clan. In fact he got his scar protecting the clan though few know it. He trusts no one except his leader and others of his clan these days and he is very harsh towards outsiders. He will attack anyone who trys to approach him from his right side for he hates not being able to see them coming though he usually hears them coming before they can scare him.
In the apprentinces den he has chosen the nest at the very end of the den where the back wall can protect everyone else from coming to his right side while he is sleeping. He hates those who make fun off his scar or stare at it too long, though deep down he is mostly just hurt that they judge him by the scar. It hurts him very much when he sees someone out of the corner of his left eye who is admiring how he looks then looking scared or disgusted when he turns towards them, though he deals with it by snapping at them about it with a sharp tounge, he just wishes he could remember what they did when he turned to them before the scar was there. Many of even his clan think he is the rudest cat but some who are wiser know he is just trying to protect his feelings from others.
He is very conciderate of other's feelings but he has a hard time showing it to them for even if they understand his they don't want his pitty becuase they are to busy being sorry for him. He hates having others be sorry for him and wishes they would just treat him the way they used to when he didn't have the scar.
RP Example:Sky-blue eyes, narrowed in concentration, peered out from behind a bunch of pine needles hanging off one of the giant pine trees that gave her Clan it's shelter. The pair of piercing orbs were trained on a fair-sized brown bird who was currently perched on the branch, about a tail-length away. Ordinarily he would pounce but it would be near suicidal to attempt something like that from so high up in the tree, one wrong paw would spell a broken spine - if he was lucky. No, he would have to wait until it came within a couple mouse-lengths of where the cat lay in wait.
Frillpaw had been waiting there for a long time now, his lithe muscles were begining to ache from the strain of remaining still and tense but he would not give up. The apprentice would ensure that his quiet determination paid off. His majorly silver coat camoflauged poorly with the bark,though the stray white patches simply looked like lumps of fallen snow. He was lucky to have a good natural colour,white, his Freind had to mask his dark ginger fur with mud if he wanted to catch anything up here. He was good at fishing though - something Frillpaw could never get the hang of.
The bird twittered cheerfully, unaware that it was moments from death, and hopped a bit closer. Frillpaw wondered if it was close enough. It was a little over the desired two mouse-lengths but he was fairly confident she could make it, the apprentice was pretty sure-footed up in these trees. Just as the young cat prepared to spring forward something rustled behind her. The bird gave an alarmed cry and began to fly off but Frillpaw wasn't about to let it get away. He leaped forward with a sudden agility and batted it out of the air with a forepaw. The unfortunate creature's limp form slumped back onto the branch, dazed, and then fell off it. Frillpaw watched with a mixture of amusement and dissapointment as it plummeted to the ground. Now he would have to go down and collect it, loosing time that could have been spent stalking something else.
The rustling that had first frightened the bird became louder as he got to the ground and he swivelled his head around to see. A hiorribly large dog!Hissing and spitting,The young apprentince snarled at it,eyes blazing.He jumped at it.He was thrown of easily.the dog grabbed his head,shaking him araond.The dog let go,and Frilpaw slumped to the ground,half of his face gone.The dog picked him up by then chest,shook him,and tossed him into the rock..For Frillpaw,his life was going down the tubes..
