Post by blackie on Nov 10, 2009 19:39:38 GMT -5
Name: Coldfire
Age: 11moons
Gender: tom
Pelt Color: He has a tabby coat but his belly, feet, tip of tail and a part of his face it white like in the picture.
Description: He is a very sleak cat. You can even see his backbone. His eyes are very bright, green and blue. His fur is one the longer side and almost never gets knots in it. He has a tabby coat but his belly, feet, tip of tail and a part of his face it white like in the picture. He has big ears and long, white whiskers. Half of his nose it out lined in black and filled in with a deep red. The other half is fully light pink. His tail is about 9 inches long.
Personality: He cares for many. Never lettig an opertonity past to get out of camp. He loves hunting and is one of the best in his clan. He isn't really a friendly cat though. Since his mentor was mean he tends to speak back and dosen't do what he is told by other warriors. He dosen't really belive in Starclan but who knows? there could be something up there after all. He loves rain/water and black nights. he is found often by a stream or river
Desired Position: Warrior
Desired Clan: Thunderclan
Picture of Cat: Click for pic
RP Example: As the sun went low in the sky. The blue turned slowly to a red, then purple, then dark blue/black. The sky was beautiful and was great to watch. As the moon found its way out of the clouds a skinny cat climbed a tall tree to the hiest branch. He breathed in deeply with awe. It was wounderful. he knew he should be back in camp, curling up for bed. But he didn't listen, he wanted to see this from high up, from were he could stick his tiny head out pass the leaves and see then colors, and moon, and stars. He loved it all. How could any cat now look up and see the beauty he sees. He sighed as the last star came into sight. Slowling taking his eyes off of the sky he backed up and climbed down the tree. At the bottom, taking one last glance at the sight he ran towards camp. He would never froget the beautiful sight he saw tonight. when he entered camp he slowed down, glaning around as he walked to the warrior den. luckly he has a nest towards the outside of the den and could peacefully sneek into his nest. He sighed as he rested his head on his frount paws
Clan History: Coldkit: He was born dead but after the medicine cat got a paw on him and started to lick him he warmed up. He came back to life and he mother named him coldkit. He got sick often as a kit but that did stop him from playing and bounching off the walls. His mother and father loved him and he aways loved being out in the rain.
Coldpaw: He was ready to get out of the nusery, even though he loved his mother. He was trained hard, his mentor yelled at him alot and many days he was told to get sleep right away. In his apprentices moons he didn't eat much and caused a habbit so he was aways really skinny. Sometimes he would get sick from it. He tended to get sick very often.
Coldfire: Before he became an warrior their was a fire in the nusery and the mother had went to get food while the kits slepted. He saved them from the fire and was that day awared his warrior name. He tended to do more hunting then anything elce. He stayed out later at night then most of the other cats and climb trees so he could get closer to Starclan.
Age: 11moons
Gender: tom
Pelt Color: He has a tabby coat but his belly, feet, tip of tail and a part of his face it white like in the picture.
Description: He is a very sleak cat. You can even see his backbone. His eyes are very bright, green and blue. His fur is one the longer side and almost never gets knots in it. He has a tabby coat but his belly, feet, tip of tail and a part of his face it white like in the picture. He has big ears and long, white whiskers. Half of his nose it out lined in black and filled in with a deep red. The other half is fully light pink. His tail is about 9 inches long.
Personality: He cares for many. Never lettig an opertonity past to get out of camp. He loves hunting and is one of the best in his clan. He isn't really a friendly cat though. Since his mentor was mean he tends to speak back and dosen't do what he is told by other warriors. He dosen't really belive in Starclan but who knows? there could be something up there after all. He loves rain/water and black nights. he is found often by a stream or river
Desired Position: Warrior
Desired Clan: Thunderclan
Picture of Cat: Click for pic
RP Example: As the sun went low in the sky. The blue turned slowly to a red, then purple, then dark blue/black. The sky was beautiful and was great to watch. As the moon found its way out of the clouds a skinny cat climbed a tall tree to the hiest branch. He breathed in deeply with awe. It was wounderful. he knew he should be back in camp, curling up for bed. But he didn't listen, he wanted to see this from high up, from were he could stick his tiny head out pass the leaves and see then colors, and moon, and stars. He loved it all. How could any cat now look up and see the beauty he sees. He sighed as the last star came into sight. Slowling taking his eyes off of the sky he backed up and climbed down the tree. At the bottom, taking one last glance at the sight he ran towards camp. He would never froget the beautiful sight he saw tonight. when he entered camp he slowed down, glaning around as he walked to the warrior den. luckly he has a nest towards the outside of the den and could peacefully sneek into his nest. He sighed as he rested his head on his frount paws
Clan History: Coldkit: He was born dead but after the medicine cat got a paw on him and started to lick him he warmed up. He came back to life and he mother named him coldkit. He got sick often as a kit but that did stop him from playing and bounching off the walls. His mother and father loved him and he aways loved being out in the rain.
Coldpaw: He was ready to get out of the nusery, even though he loved his mother. He was trained hard, his mentor yelled at him alot and many days he was told to get sleep right away. In his apprentices moons he didn't eat much and caused a habbit so he was aways really skinny. Sometimes he would get sick from it. He tended to get sick very often.
Coldfire: Before he became an warrior their was a fire in the nusery and the mother had went to get food while the kits slepted. He saved them from the fire and was that day awared his warrior name. He tended to do more hunting then anything elce. He stayed out later at night then most of the other cats and climb trees so he could get closer to Starclan.
