Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Dec 8, 2005 17:40:55 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Burningwind
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Thunderclan
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 18 Moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Burningwind is an elegantly biult, large tom. He has short, thick fur. He had brown legs and paws, a tan face, and a bandit-like mask over his eyes. The ends of his paws are a snowy white, and his tail is a dark, chocolate brown. His eyes are a blue so pale, they are almost white, wiht a catlike slit for a pupil. He is a little large, and has strong, wiry muscles.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] He is prideful, but is not obvious aobut it. He does not like to be bossed or pushed around. He is laid back and relaxed around his freinds, but is cool to those he dislikes. He never hides his feeling, and likes to tell peopel when he doesnt like them. He voices his opinions, and has a quick humor. He is quick and clever, but doesnt talk alot. He is fun to be around, but never gets hyper.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow] A handsome tom padded along a frozen stream. He made no sound, and all that could be heard was the muffled gurgle of the ice topped stream. His fur whispered as a wind came, blowing the icey winter into the tom. He paused, ears and eyes alert. He scented a rabbit, and made no noise or movement. He was frzen, still as a stone, while the creature picked its way closer. The frozen silence of the winter seemed to hold suspense, as the unknowing animal edged closer tworads its predator. It looekd up at him,the age old vendetta these creatures had against each otehr stirred. The time-long struggles for survival had created and strengthened vendettas and rivalrys. Frozen, its muscles un mooving, the rabbit gazed at him. He crouched, musles held in suspension, and punced. Reality hit the rabbit as quickly as a whip, and it started. It tunred to bolt, but before it could take a single step, the cat was on it. Its life was ended wiht a quick bite, and a ssatisfied smile spread across his delicate feline muzzle.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Autum
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Thunderclan
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 18 Moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Burningwind is an elegantly biult, large tom. He has short, thick fur. He had brown legs and paws, a tan face, and a bandit-like mask over his eyes. The ends of his paws are a snowy white, and his tail is a dark, chocolate brown. His eyes are a blue so pale, they are almost white, wiht a catlike slit for a pupil. He is a little large, and has strong, wiry muscles.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] He is prideful, but is not obvious aobut it. He does not like to be bossed or pushed around. He is laid back and relaxed around his freinds, but is cool to those he dislikes. He never hides his feeling, and likes to tell peopel when he doesnt like them. He voices his opinions, and has a quick humor. He is quick and clever, but doesnt talk alot. He is fun to be around, but never gets hyper.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow] A handsome tom padded along a frozen stream. He made no sound, and all that could be heard was the muffled gurgle of the ice topped stream. His fur whispered as a wind came, blowing the icey winter into the tom. He paused, ears and eyes alert. He scented a rabbit, and made no noise or movement. He was frzen, still as a stone, while the creature picked its way closer. The frozen silence of the winter seemed to hold suspense, as the unknowing animal edged closer tworads its predator. It looekd up at him,the age old vendetta these creatures had against each otehr stirred. The time-long struggles for survival had created and strengthened vendettas and rivalrys. Frozen, its muscles un mooving, the rabbit gazed at him. He crouched, musles held in suspension, and punced. Reality hit the rabbit as quickly as a whip, and it started. It tunred to bolt, but before it could take a single step, the cat was on it. Its life was ended wiht a quick bite, and a ssatisfied smile spread across his delicate feline muzzle.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Autum
