Post by silentwind on May 31, 2006 21:26:01 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Ironpaw
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
WindClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Apprentice
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
6 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
His fur is tan colored, with some dark brown stripes, smooth and well groomed. His tail is mostly dark brown. Ironpaw got his name because of his eyes; they are blueish grey, with an orange inner rim, like rusting iron. Some say the rust from his eyes leaked out and stained his otherwise white muzzle.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Ironpaw is proud of being a Windclan apprentice, and admires warriors. He will always do his best to impress them and is ready to do what he must do to become a warrior himself. Most of the time, he is very friendly, though sometimes shy, but can easily become grumpy, although he'd never show it on purpose and would probably just sit alone to mumble.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Ironpaw had been stalking that mouse for a little while now. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be happy about it or not; he did manage to find it and follow it without being noticed, but still, he hadn't caught it yet. He could already see himself put the caught mouse in the pile of fresh-kill. The idea made him smile. And purr. Hearing it, the mouse froze and quickly ran for shelter. Ironpaw pounced, but missed it by half a tail-length. He tried to swing a paw at it, and chase it, but his prey had definitively escaped. He frowned, ears down and a slight pout on his mouth, and continued on his hunt.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Spring !
Ironpaw
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
WindClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Apprentice
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
6 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
His fur is tan colored, with some dark brown stripes, smooth and well groomed. His tail is mostly dark brown. Ironpaw got his name because of his eyes; they are blueish grey, with an orange inner rim, like rusting iron. Some say the rust from his eyes leaked out and stained his otherwise white muzzle.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Ironpaw is proud of being a Windclan apprentice, and admires warriors. He will always do his best to impress them and is ready to do what he must do to become a warrior himself. Most of the time, he is very friendly, though sometimes shy, but can easily become grumpy, although he'd never show it on purpose and would probably just sit alone to mumble.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Ironpaw had been stalking that mouse for a little while now. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be happy about it or not; he did manage to find it and follow it without being noticed, but still, he hadn't caught it yet. He could already see himself put the caught mouse in the pile of fresh-kill. The idea made him smile. And purr. Hearing it, the mouse froze and quickly ran for shelter. Ironpaw pounced, but missed it by half a tail-length. He tried to swing a paw at it, and chase it, but his prey had definitively escaped. He frowned, ears down and a slight pout on his mouth, and continued on his hunt.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Spring !