Post by ~:.Silent.Step.:~ on Jul 18, 2007 22:36:41 GMT -5
Cat's Name: WindChaser
Gender: Tom
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Personality: Windchaser is a bold, cofident Tom. He self prides in his hunting ability, and tends to be a bit braggy. He doesn't have many friends, for many cats find him annoying. He is very defensive, and if someone insults him, he takes it incredibly personaly. He bases people on first inpressions, and its hard to get him to change his mind about something once he's already made it up. Basically, you could say, he's very stubborn.
Appearance: Windchaser is a dark brown tabby cat with some white. His muzzle and a tiny triangle above his nose that ends between his eyes is white. His underbelly is white, along with his neck and front paws. He is short haired and has light yellow-green eyes. He has thick, long whiskers and a slender body. His face is semi-narrow and he is an all-around handsom cat. Picture:
History: Windchaser was born to Windclan as any other ordinary cat. He was born an only-kit, and his father had died in a great battle before his birth. Because of this, his mother spoiled him and gave him nearly anything he wanted, even though he'd never known another life, so it didn't affect him the way she thought it did. She praised him a tad more than she should have, especially for things that didn't need praising. Because of this, he grew overly self-confident. Other cats tried to tell his mother this, but she didn't want to hear it. All she cared was that her last remenance of her mate was the one kit she had, and she wanted him to be the very best. Because he was so self-centered, cats began to stray away from him. They found him annoying and wanted little to do with him. Nowadays he lives a very lonely life, for his mother has died, and he still acts as he was raised.
Example of Roleplay: WindChaser sat in the cover of the tall grass. He scented rabbit near by, and longed to catch it. His thick muscular structer tensing under the pressure of waiting for the rabbit to grow nearer. It was time, the rabbit was in perfect position. He raised his back slowly, and dashed. The rabbit turned and ran as fast as possible. He was gaining on it, there it was, right in his line of sight. All of the sudden he felt something near swallow his foot. This caused him to fall over, and of course, loose the rabbit. Lying on his side, he yanked his foot from it capture, and looked back to see what has caused him to loose his catch. A small whole lay in the middle of the ground, maybe that of a small rodent. Good thing no body was around to see that... he thought to himself.
Other: none
Gender: Tom
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Personality: Windchaser is a bold, cofident Tom. He self prides in his hunting ability, and tends to be a bit braggy. He doesn't have many friends, for many cats find him annoying. He is very defensive, and if someone insults him, he takes it incredibly personaly. He bases people on first inpressions, and its hard to get him to change his mind about something once he's already made it up. Basically, you could say, he's very stubborn.
Appearance: Windchaser is a dark brown tabby cat with some white. His muzzle and a tiny triangle above his nose that ends between his eyes is white. His underbelly is white, along with his neck and front paws. He is short haired and has light yellow-green eyes. He has thick, long whiskers and a slender body. His face is semi-narrow and he is an all-around handsom cat. Picture:
History: Windchaser was born to Windclan as any other ordinary cat. He was born an only-kit, and his father had died in a great battle before his birth. Because of this, his mother spoiled him and gave him nearly anything he wanted, even though he'd never known another life, so it didn't affect him the way she thought it did. She praised him a tad more than she should have, especially for things that didn't need praising. Because of this, he grew overly self-confident. Other cats tried to tell his mother this, but she didn't want to hear it. All she cared was that her last remenance of her mate was the one kit she had, and she wanted him to be the very best. Because he was so self-centered, cats began to stray away from him. They found him annoying and wanted little to do with him. Nowadays he lives a very lonely life, for his mother has died, and he still acts as he was raised.
Example of Roleplay: WindChaser sat in the cover of the tall grass. He scented rabbit near by, and longed to catch it. His thick muscular structer tensing under the pressure of waiting for the rabbit to grow nearer. It was time, the rabbit was in perfect position. He raised his back slowly, and dashed. The rabbit turned and ran as fast as possible. He was gaining on it, there it was, right in his line of sight. All of the sudden he felt something near swallow his foot. This caused him to fall over, and of course, loose the rabbit. Lying on his side, he yanked his foot from it capture, and looked back to see what has caused him to loose his catch. A small whole lay in the middle of the ground, maybe that of a small rodent. Good thing no body was around to see that... he thought to himself.
Other: none
