Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Dec 10, 2005 16:32:20 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Phantomwind
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Riverclan
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 16 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] He is a smallish cat, but has strong muscles and a finley built head. His eyes are a blazing blue-green color, and his face is delicatley set. His eares are a little large, and his tail is long. HIs claws are thorn sharp, and his fangs are unusually long. His pelt is short, but thick. It is white, wiht black marking. His paws are white, but his tail is a midnight black. His pelt if covered with scars, and though he is not the largest in the clan, he has an almost commanding presecne.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] He is quiet, corageous, and a good public speaker. He is sly, quick wittted and is an amazing story teller. He is silent, and rarley slips up, and when he does he makes it look like he meant to. He is clever, but only speakes when he has to. He is loyal and brave, and is a good leader. He is not all that large, but the way he carries himself seems to require respect. His loyalty is questionable, since he never shows it to any extent. He is an excellent hunter, and and even better hunter, and rarley breaks the warriror code. However he is not into outward displays of his loyalty. He is a little careless, and this can bother other cats.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Dancing through life,
Skimming the surface,
Lighting where hte turf is smooth,
Nothing matters,
when you know nothing matters,
It's just life,
So keep dancing,
Dnacing through life....
A cat walked along the border. He was snowy white, with inky marking, leaving his tail black. His white paws were silent as he padded through the territory, patroling. His brilliant eyes, a mixture of sea green and blue, were blank of emotion. His head was carried high, and he took no notice of the chillign winds the tried to penetrate his thick pelt. He paused to sniff. An enemy warrior was close, but on the otehr side of the border. He walked on. Hearing a scuffling noise, he froze. His muclses tensed, suspened in the motion of a crouch. He took a niff. It was a watervole. He smirked, and leaped, silent as could be. THe stratled creature didnt have time to even voice a squeak, before he had taken its life. He oicked it up, and turned. He was ready to return to camp, prey in motuh.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Autum
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Riverclan
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 16 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] He is a smallish cat, but has strong muscles and a finley built head. His eyes are a blazing blue-green color, and his face is delicatley set. His eares are a little large, and his tail is long. HIs claws are thorn sharp, and his fangs are unusually long. His pelt is short, but thick. It is white, wiht black marking. His paws are white, but his tail is a midnight black. His pelt if covered with scars, and though he is not the largest in the clan, he has an almost commanding presecne.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] He is quiet, corageous, and a good public speaker. He is sly, quick wittted and is an amazing story teller. He is silent, and rarley slips up, and when he does he makes it look like he meant to. He is clever, but only speakes when he has to. He is loyal and brave, and is a good leader. He is not all that large, but the way he carries himself seems to require respect. His loyalty is questionable, since he never shows it to any extent. He is an excellent hunter, and and even better hunter, and rarley breaks the warriror code. However he is not into outward displays of his loyalty. He is a little careless, and this can bother other cats.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Dancing through life,
Skimming the surface,
Lighting where hte turf is smooth,
Nothing matters,
when you know nothing matters,
It's just life,
So keep dancing,
Dnacing through life....
A cat walked along the border. He was snowy white, with inky marking, leaving his tail black. His white paws were silent as he padded through the territory, patroling. His brilliant eyes, a mixture of sea green and blue, were blank of emotion. His head was carried high, and he took no notice of the chillign winds the tried to penetrate his thick pelt. He paused to sniff. An enemy warrior was close, but on the otehr side of the border. He walked on. Hearing a scuffling noise, he froze. His muclses tensed, suspened in the motion of a crouch. He took a niff. It was a watervole. He smirked, and leaped, silent as could be. THe stratled creature didnt have time to even voice a squeak, before he had taken its life. He oicked it up, and turned. He was ready to return to camp, prey in motuh.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Autum
