Post by embers on Feb 17, 2006 12:28:09 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Huntpaw
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] WindClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow] Apprentice
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 7 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] His pelt is a brownish silver color with black stripes. His eyes are a piercing yellow color that shine in the darkness and light. His tail is unusually long, it helps him keep his balance becuase he loves to climb. Sharp claws, fangs and a muscular body give his opponents quite a fright when facing him in battle.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] He is a quick-reply smart-mouth kind of cat. He's just one of thos kittens who likes to be the best. He hates it when he is wrong and doesn't like to lose. This makes him a strong fighter, but sometimes he can be a little bossy to the other apprentices.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Pawsteps could be heard coming rapidly. They were here. Huntpaw quickly darted around, trying to figure out which way they were coming from; it seemed like they were coming from everywhere. His ears were as far forward as possible and his unsheathed claws scraped the dirt in anxiety. His eyes were practically jutting out of his head trying to get a glimps of the enemy. An ear-splitting screach tore through the air; he opened his eyes.
Huntpaw had been having this same dream for moons now. What did it mean? The screach sounded familier, and he knews who it was. His sisters screach that had been replayed in his mind so much ever since that dreadful day. Who were those cats around him?
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] WINTER
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] WindClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow] Apprentice
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 7 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] His pelt is a brownish silver color with black stripes. His eyes are a piercing yellow color that shine in the darkness and light. His tail is unusually long, it helps him keep his balance becuase he loves to climb. Sharp claws, fangs and a muscular body give his opponents quite a fright when facing him in battle.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] He is a quick-reply smart-mouth kind of cat. He's just one of thos kittens who likes to be the best. He hates it when he is wrong and doesn't like to lose. This makes him a strong fighter, but sometimes he can be a little bossy to the other apprentices.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Pawsteps could be heard coming rapidly. They were here. Huntpaw quickly darted around, trying to figure out which way they were coming from; it seemed like they were coming from everywhere. His ears were as far forward as possible and his unsheathed claws scraped the dirt in anxiety. His eyes were practically jutting out of his head trying to get a glimps of the enemy. An ear-splitting screach tore through the air; he opened his eyes.
Huntpaw had been having this same dream for moons now. What did it mean? The screach sounded familier, and he knews who it was. His sisters screach that had been replayed in his mind so much ever since that dreadful day. Who were those cats around him?
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] WINTER
