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Post by Ashley[l0ckd0wn] on Jul 18, 2007 22:16:49 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Captivated
Gender: M
Age: 84 moons
Rank: n/a
Clan: Loner
Personality: Quiet and calm. An old and wise tom with an unpredictable attitude and a nasty bite.
Appearance: A thin, brown tabby. Gray hairs on his muzzle betray his age but his golden-yellow eyes still burn with the energy of a young Clan warrior.
History: Captivated was born in a small, cozy barn. There he lived with his mother and 2 sisters until he was about 9 moons. Once he was that age, his mother just left her kits to fend for themselves. They were okay with that though, they could hunt for food and they had perfect shelter, so nothing bad crossed their minds. One of Captivated's sisters was killed in a rat attack 5 moons later. Captivated was overcome with grief but he still managed to bring in enough prey to feed both himself and his surviving sister. Captivated decided to go off and find a new life, away from the barn and the rats; and the twoleg dogs that romed the area. So, one day, he just got up and left. Now he roams the Clan cat's territories, scraping up a new shelter and prey every night. He now knows every name and smell of the Clans and can even recognize some warriors.
Example of Roleplay: Captivated welcomed the warm greenleaf sun against his pelt. He stretched luxuriously and lay down to give himself a thorough wash. After a few minutes, though, he smelled a Clan patrol comming. He new it was DarknessClan, and his last encounter with them had not been pleasant, so he picked himself up and dashed off into the undergrowth.
Other: um...yeah.
Gender: M
Age: 84 moons
Rank: n/a
Clan: Loner
Personality: Quiet and calm. An old and wise tom with an unpredictable attitude and a nasty bite.
Appearance: A thin, brown tabby. Gray hairs on his muzzle betray his age but his golden-yellow eyes still burn with the energy of a young Clan warrior.
History: Captivated was born in a small, cozy barn. There he lived with his mother and 2 sisters until he was about 9 moons. Once he was that age, his mother just left her kits to fend for themselves. They were okay with that though, they could hunt for food and they had perfect shelter, so nothing bad crossed their minds. One of Captivated's sisters was killed in a rat attack 5 moons later. Captivated was overcome with grief but he still managed to bring in enough prey to feed both himself and his surviving sister. Captivated decided to go off and find a new life, away from the barn and the rats; and the twoleg dogs that romed the area. So, one day, he just got up and left. Now he roams the Clan cat's territories, scraping up a new shelter and prey every night. He now knows every name and smell of the Clans and can even recognize some warriors.
Example of Roleplay: Captivated welcomed the warm greenleaf sun against his pelt. He stretched luxuriously and lay down to give himself a thorough wash. After a few minutes, though, he smelled a Clan patrol comming. He new it was DarknessClan, and his last encounter with them had not been pleasant, so he picked himself up and dashed off into the undergrowth.
Other: um...yeah.
