Post by ++Blue++ on Oct 30, 2008 19:25:58 GMT -5
Name: Smokeface
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Wind
Gender: Male
Age: 14 moons
Picture:
Appearance: Smokeface is a light grey tabby with darker grey stripes. His eyes are a curious honey color. On his chest is a strange shaped scar. It looks like a lightning bolt.
Personality: Smokeface is a loner in his Clan. He doesn't try to make friends, he doesn't try to make enemies. He's just..there. Smokeface absolutely despises the other Clans. If he was made leader, be sure all the other Clans would suffer.
History: Smokeface was born to Thistleseed and Silentgrace. He almost died when he was born, due to a weakened heart. Luckily he survived, but he still has heart problems today. His childhood was uneventful, just like any other normal kit's. He was trained well under the supervision of Daisysong, and grew into a fine warrior.
Rp Example: The words. Buzzing all around him, pressing in his ears, humming in the air. Too many sounds, too many faces swam against his eyes. He blinked, once, then slipped unseen into the forest. The birds. Chirping. More sounds. Much to many sounds. He was desperate. Ah, what was that? A fox den. Old. Unused. Silent. The grey tom purred and went inside. The smell of milk. The yipping of pups. The snarl of a mother. Then blood, so much blood. His heart, frantically beating. Running. Away. Tiredness took over. Leaves crunched as Smokeface collapsed. Pain. Voices. Rescue! Then sleep, blessed sleep....
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Wind
Gender: Male
Age: 14 moons
Picture:
Appearance: Smokeface is a light grey tabby with darker grey stripes. His eyes are a curious honey color. On his chest is a strange shaped scar. It looks like a lightning bolt.
Personality: Smokeface is a loner in his Clan. He doesn't try to make friends, he doesn't try to make enemies. He's just..there. Smokeface absolutely despises the other Clans. If he was made leader, be sure all the other Clans would suffer.
History: Smokeface was born to Thistleseed and Silentgrace. He almost died when he was born, due to a weakened heart. Luckily he survived, but he still has heart problems today. His childhood was uneventful, just like any other normal kit's. He was trained well under the supervision of Daisysong, and grew into a fine warrior.
Rp Example: The words. Buzzing all around him, pressing in his ears, humming in the air. Too many sounds, too many faces swam against his eyes. He blinked, once, then slipped unseen into the forest. The birds. Chirping. More sounds. Much to many sounds. He was desperate. Ah, what was that? A fox den. Old. Unused. Silent. The grey tom purred and went inside. The smell of milk. The yipping of pups. The snarl of a mother. Then blood, so much blood. His heart, frantically beating. Running. Away. Tiredness took over. Leaves crunched as Smokeface collapsed. Pain. Voices. Rescue! Then sleep, blessed sleep....
