Post by xfaith on Oct 20, 2006 10:01:00 GMT -5
Name:
Cougarheart.
Clan:
WindClan.
Position:
Warrior.
Age:
23 moons.
Gender:
Tom.
Peltage:
Cougarheart is a tall, muscular cat. His shoulders are quite broad, and his muscles are hard as boulders. The fur that attaches itself rather smoothly to his bone is a deep auburn hue, although dark, earth-colored stripes mark him as a tabby. His rather strong, broad chin and muzzle are flecked with cream, and he has a cream spot of fur on his chest. The tip of his tail is also this nice, smooth creamy coloring. Cougarheart's eyes are large and round, their iris a deep, smooth honey-color, the flaring gold of the rising sun. Cougarheart's tail is long, but it isn't soft and plumy. He has a few battle scars that run thin or deep into his flesh and fur. One of his tall, triangular ears has a chip missing, and there are tufts that complete the tip of each ear, just like a Maine Coon's, although that he is not.
Picture:
Personality:
Cougarheart is a strong, majestic young tom, always very formal and a little strict when it comes to young ones. He is polite to Clanmates and is often jovial to she-cats and queens. Cougarheart is a powerful and dangerous opponent in battle, and is a prized hunter to WindClan. He is a sharp thinker at times, and when he wants to, he can really shoot into a brainstorm. Cougarheart's loyalty to WindClan goes unquestioned, for he has never even taken a nip of prey while out hunting.
IC:
The sound of light pawsteps greeted the tom's sharp auds. He raised an eyebrow briefly, then the dark tabby crouched, stiffly holding his position. The pawsteps were noneother than cat, a pale gray she-cat that scented of loner. Cougarheart's ears flattened to his skull, and he closed his flaring golden eyes. For a moment, time stood still; neither cat moved.
The silver fela took one step forward, her milky light blue eyes flashing with fear. The brush of a blue-silver tail lashed once, disturbing the loose dust on the rocky path, and that was when Cougarheart took action. A dark auburn blur on the wind, like an earthstorm, he tackled into the silver loner, his claws on her throat. Take another step, and you're crowfood, he hissed.
Code:
Spring.
Cougarheart.
Clan:
WindClan.
Position:
Warrior.
Age:
23 moons.
Gender:
Tom.
Peltage:
Cougarheart is a tall, muscular cat. His shoulders are quite broad, and his muscles are hard as boulders. The fur that attaches itself rather smoothly to his bone is a deep auburn hue, although dark, earth-colored stripes mark him as a tabby. His rather strong, broad chin and muzzle are flecked with cream, and he has a cream spot of fur on his chest. The tip of his tail is also this nice, smooth creamy coloring. Cougarheart's eyes are large and round, their iris a deep, smooth honey-color, the flaring gold of the rising sun. Cougarheart's tail is long, but it isn't soft and plumy. He has a few battle scars that run thin or deep into his flesh and fur. One of his tall, triangular ears has a chip missing, and there are tufts that complete the tip of each ear, just like a Maine Coon's, although that he is not.
Picture:
Personality:
Cougarheart is a strong, majestic young tom, always very formal and a little strict when it comes to young ones. He is polite to Clanmates and is often jovial to she-cats and queens. Cougarheart is a powerful and dangerous opponent in battle, and is a prized hunter to WindClan. He is a sharp thinker at times, and when he wants to, he can really shoot into a brainstorm. Cougarheart's loyalty to WindClan goes unquestioned, for he has never even taken a nip of prey while out hunting.
IC:
The sound of light pawsteps greeted the tom's sharp auds. He raised an eyebrow briefly, then the dark tabby crouched, stiffly holding his position. The pawsteps were noneother than cat, a pale gray she-cat that scented of loner. Cougarheart's ears flattened to his skull, and he closed his flaring golden eyes. For a moment, time stood still; neither cat moved.
The silver fela took one step forward, her milky light blue eyes flashing with fear. The brush of a blue-silver tail lashed once, disturbing the loose dust on the rocky path, and that was when Cougarheart took action. A dark auburn blur on the wind, like an earthstorm, he tackled into the silver loner, his claws on her throat. Take another step, and you're crowfood, he hissed.
Code:
Spring.