Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Feb 10, 2006 16:45:03 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Stag
Caspian
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
N/A
N/A
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Loner
Loner
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow]
29 Moons
29 Moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Stag is a silver tom. He is a pale silver, that darkens to an almostr slate grey on a line along his tail, aswell as a deep grey dimond on his head. He is not large, nor small; And his mucles are compact. His body is unmarred by scars, and his eyes are a grey so pale, they are almost, but not quite white. His belly is a pure white, aswell as his paws. The collor changes in him, are none too sudden, each color blends wiht it neigbors. His pelt is not particularly long, though his tail is unsussually so. His claws are wickedly sharp, and his reflexes are like those of a whip. His teeth are curved, ivory scathes, and his eyes are unsually sharp.
Caspian, Stag's brother, is much like him. His fur is slightly darker, and his eyes are also a shade darker. He is larger, and his body is covered with scars. He is mucsular, and his tail was broken in two places. A rip is taken out of his ear, and he is pure white nowhere on his body. His ears are slightly larger than those of his brothers, but they are tipped in black, unlike Stag's.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Stag is what one might call jaded. His life was not an easy one, and he is cynical. His humor is rather dark, and he is hard to anger. He is never partculalry nice to anyone, and it would be best to worry more if he were to be kind, than if he were to snap. He dislikes feelings, and dislikes optimists tp an even greater extent. His past is a painful topic, and so he aviods it by not talking about it. He clearly gaurds a treasure secret, and loathes cats that attepmt to boss him around.
Caspian is what one might call the polar oppostie of his brother. He is not the type of cat that plans anything. He is the type to hunker down and deal wiht things when they arrive. He tries to be opptimistic, thouhg it is difficult aorund his bitter sibling. He likes other cats, and is quite open and friendly; sarcasm rarley comes out of his mouth, unlike Stag. He does not like to lead, and is glad when others take the spot.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
[glares at wolrd]
A pair of silver cats walked along the thunderpath. As the raoring monsters that took lives everyday, and returned none, zipped by. They looked like massive beetles, shiny and fast. Stag, the smaller of the two cats was walking with a confident, sautering stride, his scarless pelt glittering. Caspian, trotting beside his brother looked weary. The pair had been walking on and on like this for moons, ever since they had- No. Stag would not think of the past. No. He lived in the resent and the future, ignoring his past. And a bitter one it was. Caspian was only thinking about how much he would love to eat somthign right now... anyhting...
[/glraing at world]
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow]Winter
Stag
Caspian
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
N/A
N/A
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Loner
Loner
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow]
29 Moons
29 Moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Stag is a silver tom. He is a pale silver, that darkens to an almostr slate grey on a line along his tail, aswell as a deep grey dimond on his head. He is not large, nor small; And his mucles are compact. His body is unmarred by scars, and his eyes are a grey so pale, they are almost, but not quite white. His belly is a pure white, aswell as his paws. The collor changes in him, are none too sudden, each color blends wiht it neigbors. His pelt is not particularly long, though his tail is unsussually so. His claws are wickedly sharp, and his reflexes are like those of a whip. His teeth are curved, ivory scathes, and his eyes are unsually sharp.
Caspian, Stag's brother, is much like him. His fur is slightly darker, and his eyes are also a shade darker. He is larger, and his body is covered with scars. He is mucsular, and his tail was broken in two places. A rip is taken out of his ear, and he is pure white nowhere on his body. His ears are slightly larger than those of his brothers, but they are tipped in black, unlike Stag's.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Stag is what one might call jaded. His life was not an easy one, and he is cynical. His humor is rather dark, and he is hard to anger. He is never partculalry nice to anyone, and it would be best to worry more if he were to be kind, than if he were to snap. He dislikes feelings, and dislikes optimists tp an even greater extent. His past is a painful topic, and so he aviods it by not talking about it. He clearly gaurds a treasure secret, and loathes cats that attepmt to boss him around.
Caspian is what one might call the polar oppostie of his brother. He is not the type of cat that plans anything. He is the type to hunker down and deal wiht things when they arrive. He tries to be opptimistic, thouhg it is difficult aorund his bitter sibling. He likes other cats, and is quite open and friendly; sarcasm rarley comes out of his mouth, unlike Stag. He does not like to lead, and is glad when others take the spot.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
[glares at wolrd]
A pair of silver cats walked along the thunderpath. As the raoring monsters that took lives everyday, and returned none, zipped by. They looked like massive beetles, shiny and fast. Stag, the smaller of the two cats was walking with a confident, sautering stride, his scarless pelt glittering. Caspian, trotting beside his brother looked weary. The pair had been walking on and on like this for moons, ever since they had- No. Stag would not think of the past. No. He lived in the resent and the future, ignoring his past. And a bitter one it was. Caspian was only thinking about how much he would love to eat somthign right now... anyhting...
[/glraing at world]
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow]Winter
