Post by tawnyclaw on May 6, 2006 12:40:48 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]Rowanclaw
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]RiverClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]16 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]Rowanclaw has the same spots and stripes as Tawnyclaw, his sister. his pelt is a darker ginger than hers. he also has clear green eyes instead of yellow.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]there's a new one in my siggy
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]Rowanclaw is as great a warrior as Tawnyclaw, and respects leaders, elders, deputies,and med. cats. He would die for his Clan, and loves battles with other Clans, but he would want peace better. Rowanclaw is much nocer than Tawnyclaw, and more wise of a warrior than she is. He's more into being a warrior than Tawnyclaw, like he practices even when he doesn't need to.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]The dark ginger tom peered into the deep blue water, green gaze shifting every once in a while. His whiskers twitched with hunger as he saw a black shadow slowly moving towards him. When it came close enough, the tom shot his paw out and hooked the slippery fish with one claw. It flopped onto it's side, desperately writhing and flopping around in the open air. The ginger tom bit down on where it's neck seemed to be and finished it off.
A lighter ginger she-cat who had been watching from a bed of reeds leaped out and padded over. "Nice catch!" she mewed. The tom replied with a smile. "Hey, Rowanclaw," she continued, "do you ever wonder what would happen if you crossed the border?"
Rowanclaw scoffed. "Yeah, you'd either be chased out and get sracthes and bites as souvineers," he mewed, "or cuase so much trouble the Clans would hate each other, or even worse things."
The she-cat narrowed her brighte yellow eyes. "Well, I'm going over there," she said defiantly, trotting to the riverbank.
Rowanclaw watched his sister swim skillfully over to ThunderClan's side of the river. "Tawnyclaw, no!" he yowled.
But Tawnyclaw had already reached the other side, and there was the scent of ThunderClan patrol coming...
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]SPRING
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]RiverClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]16 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]Rowanclaw has the same spots and stripes as Tawnyclaw, his sister. his pelt is a darker ginger than hers. he also has clear green eyes instead of yellow.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]there's a new one in my siggy
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]Rowanclaw is as great a warrior as Tawnyclaw, and respects leaders, elders, deputies,and med. cats. He would die for his Clan, and loves battles with other Clans, but he would want peace better. Rowanclaw is much nocer than Tawnyclaw, and more wise of a warrior than she is. He's more into being a warrior than Tawnyclaw, like he practices even when he doesn't need to.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]The dark ginger tom peered into the deep blue water, green gaze shifting every once in a while. His whiskers twitched with hunger as he saw a black shadow slowly moving towards him. When it came close enough, the tom shot his paw out and hooked the slippery fish with one claw. It flopped onto it's side, desperately writhing and flopping around in the open air. The ginger tom bit down on where it's neck seemed to be and finished it off.
A lighter ginger she-cat who had been watching from a bed of reeds leaped out and padded over. "Nice catch!" she mewed. The tom replied with a smile. "Hey, Rowanclaw," she continued, "do you ever wonder what would happen if you crossed the border?"
Rowanclaw scoffed. "Yeah, you'd either be chased out and get sracthes and bites as souvineers," he mewed, "or cuase so much trouble the Clans would hate each other, or even worse things."
The she-cat narrowed her brighte yellow eyes. "Well, I'm going over there," she said defiantly, trotting to the riverbank.
Rowanclaw watched his sister swim skillfully over to ThunderClan's side of the river. "Tawnyclaw, no!" he yowled.
But Tawnyclaw had already reached the other side, and there was the scent of ThunderClan patrol coming...
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]SPRING