Post by shadowheart787 on Jan 20, 2007 0:31:03 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]Flamepaw
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]Shadowclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]apprentice
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]6 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]Firey orange pelt with a white chest. Many scars on neck from being picked on as a kit. Very good hearing and eyesight.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]Flamepaw is a very quiet tom. He loves to run and climb. He has a habit of running in circles when he is very happy. He is very brave and protective. He doesn't like water that much. He loves to talk a lot. He loves his sister Winterpaw.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]Flamekit sat in the sun. He felt like a roasted magpie about to be eaten. "Why is it so hot?" he complained. He padded out of camp with his mother to the stream. He fell in when his mother wasn't watching. Water stung his eyes as the young kit tried to yowl for his mother. He suddenly felt strong jaws clamp around the scruff of his neck. This isn't my mom he wondered. He was pulled out of the freezing icey liquids. It just so happened that a large tom was out for a stroll and saw the kit drowning. His mother thanked the tom and the tom was off in a flash. Flamekit vowed never to go near water again.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]Shadowclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]apprentice
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]6 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]Firey orange pelt with a white chest. Many scars on neck from being picked on as a kit. Very good hearing and eyesight.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]Flamepaw is a very quiet tom. He loves to run and climb. He has a habit of running in circles when he is very happy. He is very brave and protective. He doesn't like water that much. He loves to talk a lot. He loves his sister Winterpaw.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]Flamekit sat in the sun. He felt like a roasted magpie about to be eaten. "Why is it so hot?" he complained. He padded out of camp with his mother to the stream. He fell in when his mother wasn't watching. Water stung his eyes as the young kit tried to yowl for his mother. He suddenly felt strong jaws clamp around the scruff of his neck. This isn't my mom he wondered. He was pulled out of the freezing icey liquids. It just so happened that a large tom was out for a stroll and saw the kit drowning. His mother thanked the tom and the tom was off in a flash. Flamekit vowed never to go near water again.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring
