Post by Marly on Oct 6, 2006 15:45:07 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Wildtail
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Windclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 46 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] A boney tom, eyes of light peridot green and peltage of mainly a milky brown with dapled darker streaky spots. White underhue, paws and belly, with a brown tail that twitches endlessly, the only noticable part of his spinal injury.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow] N/A
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Slightly outgoing, though won't hog the attention all day. He enjoys time alone, personal space as every other cat, but Sharing tongues everyday is of course an exception. He's never felt love, but for the right queen his heart would surely soften up.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The sun just barely peaked over the few trees in Windclan. Wildtail had been up on guard the previous night. Even though his lightened jade optics told him he tired, his mind told him differently. Feeling the maximum room left in his stomach, he didn't even need a second glance towards the fresh kill pile and he was on his way. Easily spotting what he wanted, the tom smoothly bent to grab the limp hare. He figured it had been caught at the dawn patrol earlier this morning. Paws aching slightly more with weariness now he trudged over to grassy corner near camp, as to where he began to devour breakfast, ripping the flesh from the bone to where as just a few bites remained, he nosed them over in dirt for later. The tawny and white tom could almost hear his moss bed calling his name...
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Windclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 46 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] A boney tom, eyes of light peridot green and peltage of mainly a milky brown with dapled darker streaky spots. White underhue, paws and belly, with a brown tail that twitches endlessly, the only noticable part of his spinal injury.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow] N/A
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Slightly outgoing, though won't hog the attention all day. He enjoys time alone, personal space as every other cat, but Sharing tongues everyday is of course an exception. He's never felt love, but for the right queen his heart would surely soften up.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The sun just barely peaked over the few trees in Windclan. Wildtail had been up on guard the previous night. Even though his lightened jade optics told him he tired, his mind told him differently. Feeling the maximum room left in his stomach, he didn't even need a second glance towards the fresh kill pile and he was on his way. Easily spotting what he wanted, the tom smoothly bent to grab the limp hare. He figured it had been caught at the dawn patrol earlier this morning. Paws aching slightly more with weariness now he trudged over to grassy corner near camp, as to where he began to devour breakfast, ripping the flesh from the bone to where as just a few bites remained, he nosed them over in dirt for later. The tawny and white tom could almost hear his moss bed calling his name...
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
