Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 28, 2006 20:48:16 GMT -5
Name: Thiefrider
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Shadowclan
Description: Thiefrider is a slender tom with long legs, and lithe muscles. He had shot, red-brown fur, and brilliant, celery green eyes. He moves with sly grace, and he has long sharp claws. His brilliant eyes are cold and hard, and he only came to the clans a moon ago. He is wild, and has a lot of energy. He has a long tail, and sharp ears. His nose is excellent, and he has whip like reflexes. He is a lean cat, with a panther-like manner. He is a hardened cat with a cold, dangerous personality. He is used to fighting for every meal, for every hour of his life. In the calm forest he gets restless, pacing, hunting and patrolling hours on end to run out his interminable energy. His stomach is small, and his wiry body doesn’t need much to keep him going. He has a quick temper, and to him rules are as cumbersome as the air. They don’t ever stop him. He has a cheeky attitude, and has a sarcastic attitude. But he watches out for his buddies. In the forest he has found no friends, only enemies, and killing bothers him as much as breathing bothers some others.
Picture:
IC: [from his days as a city cat]
“Thief King! We got another one.”
“Well done. Go get yourselves something from Sammy’s. Tell Cannibal I said so.”
“You getting’ soft, King?”
“As soft as your mother who dumped you in the streets heart, Slym.”
With that the smoky cat threw himself at the reddish cat. Thief whipped to the side, and pounced with a cobras speed. He was on the other cat in a moment, and they were a hissing ball of fur for a moment until they froze. Thief has one claw pressed to Slym’s dark throat, the sharp point inches from the gray’s jugular.
“You were doing so well. Slym, one more cheek and you’re dead.”
“Yessir. Come on, Talbon, Lets go get something to eat.”
The reddish tom watched as the dark grey tom and the pale grey tom left, leaving the dark grey kitten with him. He picked up the squealing thing, and went to find his sister Killer. This kidnapped kitten would be raised to be a member of his gang. He snarled warningly at a tabby cat from another gang, and it flattened its ear in submission, turning around and skittering away.
Code Word: Spring
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Shadowclan
Description: Thiefrider is a slender tom with long legs, and lithe muscles. He had shot, red-brown fur, and brilliant, celery green eyes. He moves with sly grace, and he has long sharp claws. His brilliant eyes are cold and hard, and he only came to the clans a moon ago. He is wild, and has a lot of energy. He has a long tail, and sharp ears. His nose is excellent, and he has whip like reflexes. He is a lean cat, with a panther-like manner. He is a hardened cat with a cold, dangerous personality. He is used to fighting for every meal, for every hour of his life. In the calm forest he gets restless, pacing, hunting and patrolling hours on end to run out his interminable energy. His stomach is small, and his wiry body doesn’t need much to keep him going. He has a quick temper, and to him rules are as cumbersome as the air. They don’t ever stop him. He has a cheeky attitude, and has a sarcastic attitude. But he watches out for his buddies. In the forest he has found no friends, only enemies, and killing bothers him as much as breathing bothers some others.
Picture:
IC: [from his days as a city cat]
“Thief King! We got another one.”
“Well done. Go get yourselves something from Sammy’s. Tell Cannibal I said so.”
“You getting’ soft, King?”
“As soft as your mother who dumped you in the streets heart, Slym.”
With that the smoky cat threw himself at the reddish cat. Thief whipped to the side, and pounced with a cobras speed. He was on the other cat in a moment, and they were a hissing ball of fur for a moment until they froze. Thief has one claw pressed to Slym’s dark throat, the sharp point inches from the gray’s jugular.
“You were doing so well. Slym, one more cheek and you’re dead.”
“Yessir. Come on, Talbon, Lets go get something to eat.”
The reddish tom watched as the dark grey tom and the pale grey tom left, leaving the dark grey kitten with him. He picked up the squealing thing, and went to find his sister Killer. This kidnapped kitten would be raised to be a member of his gang. He snarled warningly at a tabby cat from another gang, and it flattened its ear in submission, turning around and skittering away.
Code Word: Spring