Post by Marly on Jul 5, 2006 18:16:45 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]Skullscorn
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]Rogue
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Warrior?
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]24 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]Dark and sleek smoky ivory coat with darker black paws, ears, nose, mouth and tail. Then bright blue orbs.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b262/scattered_hope/skullscorn-1.jpg
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] He's got a stern stare, and frightfully good skills. Thrown out of Riverclan for killing a warrior, he's learned to be tough. Though he has a gentle side to him, he's rarely seen. He's only 2 winters old, and has a good head on his shoulders. He's quite brave but knows when to back down aswell.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The brown burmese's sleek skull appeared out of the ferns. Shortly following was front paws, all the way to the tip of his black tail. His jowels parted a sliver, slowly the tom breathed in the sweet forest scents. His auds perked with intrest at the smell of another cat, a clan cat. He sighed as he reliazed it was from ealier that day. Slowly Skullscorn stalked beside the heather, rubbing against it, leaving his scent, and taking up the sweet scent on his peltage. Traveling only a tad furthur, his saphire azure optics landed on a patch of upturned turf. He quickly closened in to investigate a burried rabbit, probley one an apprentice had forgotten to pick back up. He gently extended a paw to shake the rest of dirt off the dead prey. It was his now. Gulping it down in only a few moments, his pink tongue raced out to lick the remains off his whiskers. He left the pile of bones lay where they were, he didn't fear the clans any longer. He wanted them to know he had eaten their prey, even if it would have gone to waste if he hadn't.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING(still..)
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]Rogue
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Warrior?
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]24 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]Dark and sleek smoky ivory coat with darker black paws, ears, nose, mouth and tail. Then bright blue orbs.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b262/scattered_hope/skullscorn-1.jpg
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] He's got a stern stare, and frightfully good skills. Thrown out of Riverclan for killing a warrior, he's learned to be tough. Though he has a gentle side to him, he's rarely seen. He's only 2 winters old, and has a good head on his shoulders. He's quite brave but knows when to back down aswell.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The brown burmese's sleek skull appeared out of the ferns. Shortly following was front paws, all the way to the tip of his black tail. His jowels parted a sliver, slowly the tom breathed in the sweet forest scents. His auds perked with intrest at the smell of another cat, a clan cat. He sighed as he reliazed it was from ealier that day. Slowly Skullscorn stalked beside the heather, rubbing against it, leaving his scent, and taking up the sweet scent on his peltage. Traveling only a tad furthur, his saphire azure optics landed on a patch of upturned turf. He quickly closened in to investigate a burried rabbit, probley one an apprentice had forgotten to pick back up. He gently extended a paw to shake the rest of dirt off the dead prey. It was his now. Gulping it down in only a few moments, his pink tongue raced out to lick the remains off his whiskers. He left the pile of bones lay where they were, he didn't fear the clans any longer. He wanted them to know he had eaten their prey, even if it would have gone to waste if he hadn't.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING(still..)
