Post by emberclaw on Dec 8, 2006 15:48:20 GMT -5
NAME: Emberclaw
CLAN: Rogueclan
POSITION: Warrior
AGE: 27 moons/months (aka 2 years)
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Fiery orange burns in vibrant coloration, making Emberclaw's coat glow with compelling radiance. He takes pride in his demeanor, and because of such action the fur is always neatly in place, properly groomed. With a build just like an agile warrior, this tom is swift on his paws and more than capable of defending his clan. Despite the many battles that encompass his past however, Emberclaw had no visible scars. He looks as nature had intended him, and takes pride in the ability to care for himself.
PERSONALITY: To some, the male may come across as gruff, even rude. He's a cat of few words, and usually the only words he ever wishes to say aloud are the thoughts of resent boiling just behind those fiery yellow eyes. Pessimistic to the last breath, Emberclaw has faith in no one but himself, and he can find fault with every cat he comes across. Despite all this, however, the tom is very loyal. When his respect has been earned, Emberclaw would pledge his very life to that individual - and in more ways that one defend them from harm.
CODE: 'spring'
EXAMPLE: There was something that disturbed the cat... an out-of-the-ordinary sensation that made the fur along his spine prickle in irritation. Lifting his silken furred skull to the winds, Emberclaw took a deep whiff, trying to pinpoint his unease and locate the direction of whatever it was making him so uncomfortable.
With a resigned snort, the tom recognized the tragic stench of Man. Glittering yellow eyes rolled over the landscape, and from somewhere in the forest Emberclaw heard the loud echoes of approaching creatures. Heavy and seemingly unable to control the amount of noise they made, Emberclaw shook his head with disapproval and slide back into the undergrowth of the woods.
These Man-creatures were not fit to enter this land, and Emberclaw realized with a huff just how much he despised the creatures. Memories of his kithood sprang into his mind, and he twitched his tail with silent annoyance. Those were things he didn’t wish the recall, things that Emberclaw tried very hard to bury in the mess of illegitimate thoughts always plaguing his mind. Stupid men...
CLAN: Rogueclan
POSITION: Warrior
AGE: 27 moons/months (aka 2 years)
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Fiery orange burns in vibrant coloration, making Emberclaw's coat glow with compelling radiance. He takes pride in his demeanor, and because of such action the fur is always neatly in place, properly groomed. With a build just like an agile warrior, this tom is swift on his paws and more than capable of defending his clan. Despite the many battles that encompass his past however, Emberclaw had no visible scars. He looks as nature had intended him, and takes pride in the ability to care for himself.
PERSONALITY: To some, the male may come across as gruff, even rude. He's a cat of few words, and usually the only words he ever wishes to say aloud are the thoughts of resent boiling just behind those fiery yellow eyes. Pessimistic to the last breath, Emberclaw has faith in no one but himself, and he can find fault with every cat he comes across. Despite all this, however, the tom is very loyal. When his respect has been earned, Emberclaw would pledge his very life to that individual - and in more ways that one defend them from harm.
CODE: 'spring'
EXAMPLE: There was something that disturbed the cat... an out-of-the-ordinary sensation that made the fur along his spine prickle in irritation. Lifting his silken furred skull to the winds, Emberclaw took a deep whiff, trying to pinpoint his unease and locate the direction of whatever it was making him so uncomfortable.
With a resigned snort, the tom recognized the tragic stench of Man. Glittering yellow eyes rolled over the landscape, and from somewhere in the forest Emberclaw heard the loud echoes of approaching creatures. Heavy and seemingly unable to control the amount of noise they made, Emberclaw shook his head with disapproval and slide back into the undergrowth of the woods.
These Man-creatures were not fit to enter this land, and Emberclaw realized with a huff just how much he despised the creatures. Memories of his kithood sprang into his mind, and he twitched his tail with silent annoyance. Those were things he didn’t wish the recall, things that Emberclaw tried very hard to bury in the mess of illegitimate thoughts always plaguing his mind. Stupid men...