Post by lightwind on Feb 8, 2006 17:50:11 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Oakclaw
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] RiverClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 17 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Oakclaw is the color of an oak. Its has dark, almost black streaks running from the tips of his alert ears down to his large feet. Oakclaw has amazing eyes, a light hazel color that makes him stand out among the clan. Oakclaw's body is built up and his tail is unusally short. There is a scar that runs down his left hind leg from a fight between RainClan and ShadowClan.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Oakclaw is a fierce and independent cat. He does not usually like to take orders from any cat, other than the leader or deputy. Oakclaw perfers to fly solo, and when hes on a hunting patrol he usually does what he has to with the group, but when he has the option of being alone its usually his first choice. He would protect the clan with his life, and is completly loyal. Never would he let the thought of leaving his clan enter his head. Oakclaw actually loves his clan, though his independence might not show that. The one thing it that, although he is fierce he has a sweet side that almost no one ever sees. When hes in a good mood or is exceptionally pleased you could catch him around camp with a friend or two chatting happily. Oakclaw is a great hunter and swimmer. Oakclaw can get anything he wants from out the river, it seems as if the fish jump right into his paws!
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow] Oakclaw looked around at the wilderness surrounding him. The bleak and harsh atmosphere didn't appeal to him as he sat down by himself near the river. He peered in, to see if any fish were left that could be useful for the clan. It was snowing, and any prey he found at that moment might provide to be essential for survival. As that thought crossed his weary mind, he saw something flash brightly. Focusing what stregnth he had left, he waited until the fish was close enough to catch. As it rose to the surface, he lunged in his claws and caught it with one swift move. He smiled a satisfactiory smile, and picked up the fish with his mouth and headed back toward camp.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Winter
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] RiverClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 17 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Oakclaw is the color of an oak. Its has dark, almost black streaks running from the tips of his alert ears down to his large feet. Oakclaw has amazing eyes, a light hazel color that makes him stand out among the clan. Oakclaw's body is built up and his tail is unusally short. There is a scar that runs down his left hind leg from a fight between RainClan and ShadowClan.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Oakclaw is a fierce and independent cat. He does not usually like to take orders from any cat, other than the leader or deputy. Oakclaw perfers to fly solo, and when hes on a hunting patrol he usually does what he has to with the group, but when he has the option of being alone its usually his first choice. He would protect the clan with his life, and is completly loyal. Never would he let the thought of leaving his clan enter his head. Oakclaw actually loves his clan, though his independence might not show that. The one thing it that, although he is fierce he has a sweet side that almost no one ever sees. When hes in a good mood or is exceptionally pleased you could catch him around camp with a friend or two chatting happily. Oakclaw is a great hunter and swimmer. Oakclaw can get anything he wants from out the river, it seems as if the fish jump right into his paws!
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow] Oakclaw looked around at the wilderness surrounding him. The bleak and harsh atmosphere didn't appeal to him as he sat down by himself near the river. He peered in, to see if any fish were left that could be useful for the clan. It was snowing, and any prey he found at that moment might provide to be essential for survival. As that thought crossed his weary mind, he saw something flash brightly. Focusing what stregnth he had left, he waited until the fish was close enough to catch. As it rose to the surface, he lunged in his claws and caught it with one swift move. He smiled a satisfactiory smile, and picked up the fish with his mouth and headed back toward camp.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Winter
