Post by blowingwind on Aug 13, 2006 16:27:27 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Darkspirit
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Riverclan
[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]
Completely black, with absolutely no lighter or darker patches.His pelt has the strange tendency to shine blueish in the moonlight, but not in the sunlight, because it's too strong. His eyes are a dark, deep amber. His pelt is short-haired, and always tidy and well-kept. His tail is rather long, and his ears a bit large, but only very slightly. He's slim and strong, and stands at quite a decent hight for a full-grown tom.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Darkspirit is the silent one. He thinks a lot, but only voices half of what is going through his mind. He's clever, and has a logical mind, but never boasts. He's serious, and a smile or laugh from him is a rare event. He's also strict and severe, in few words, the apprentices don't like him much, though they respect him.
Darkspirit is very strong-willed, though very faithful to his clan. He can be a bit selfish, not wanting to risk his life for those he thinks foolish, and for that, he's always been reputed a bit of a loner.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Darkspirit watched the three warriors rustle about the bushes, bored. Three grown cats looking for a kit, and none of them had the faintest where to look.
He flicked his tal, half-closing his eyes, and snorted when one of them turned to him and rebuked him, because he was doing nothing.
"You're not using your brains, none of you." he said plainly, observing his tail, as though it interested him very much. And in a way it did. Much more than those three fools interested him.
"We're looking for a kit. A Riverclan kit." he stated, his tone telling the warriors what he thought of them. "Riverclan kits can swim. Riverclan kits can fish. Riverclan kits are always eager to prove themselves."
He groomed his black tail, then glanced back up at the three warriors, as though only just remembering they were there. And WHY were they still there?
Darkspirit remarked more harshly, "The river, idiots. It's covered her scent. The kit has crossed the river."
He sighed as he watched it dawn on them, and his reddish eyes followed them as they ran to the riverbank. They really were incompetent kittypets, after all.
[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] 24 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Completely black, with absolutely no lighter or darker patches.His pelt has the strange tendency to shine blueish in the moonlight, but not in the sunlight, because it's too strong. His eyes are a dark, deep amber. His pelt is short-haired, and always tidy and well-kept. His tail is rather long, and his ears a bit large, but only very slightly. He's slim and strong, and stands at quite a decent hight for a full-grown tom.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Darkspirit is the silent one. He thinks a lot, but only voices half of what is going through his mind. He's clever, and has a logical mind, but never boasts. He's serious, and a smile or laugh from him is a rare event. He's also strict and severe, in few words, the apprentices don't like him much, though they respect him.
Darkspirit is very strong-willed, though very faithful to his clan. He can be a bit selfish, not wanting to risk his life for those he thinks foolish, and for that, he's always been reputed a bit of a loner.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Darkspirit watched the three warriors rustle about the bushes, bored. Three grown cats looking for a kit, and none of them had the faintest where to look.
He flicked his tal, half-closing his eyes, and snorted when one of them turned to him and rebuked him, because he was doing nothing.
"You're not using your brains, none of you." he said plainly, observing his tail, as though it interested him very much. And in a way it did. Much more than those three fools interested him.
"We're looking for a kit. A Riverclan kit." he stated, his tone telling the warriors what he thought of them. "Riverclan kits can swim. Riverclan kits can fish. Riverclan kits are always eager to prove themselves."
He groomed his black tail, then glanced back up at the three warriors, as though only just remembering they were there. And WHY were they still there?
Darkspirit remarked more harshly, "The river, idiots. It's covered her scent. The kit has crossed the river."
He sighed as he watched it dawn on them, and his reddish eyes followed them as they ran to the riverbank. They really were incompetent kittypets, after all.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring
