Post by boneleg on Feb 6, 2007 16:53:15 GMT -5
Name: MothMask
Nickname: Masks
Gender: Tom
Mother: Silvermoth
Father: Oakpool
Siblings: Silverflame
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Body Build: Like an avarage tom, he has large and muscly shoulders. But he is also a bit smaller than other toms. He's kind of skinny as well and his head is usually turned away from the sky.
Fur Colors: Pearl Gray and Black
Fur Patterns: He main pelt color is Pearl Gray. He has an ink tipped tail and black paws and ears. His mask (meaning around his eyes and joining into a crest) is also black, which brings out his lightning blue eyes.
Eye Color: Lightning Blue
Accssories: Just his mask
Personailty: Mothmask is a quiet type of cat, you might say strong and silent. He's very good with apprentices, patient and long suffering. He is a good fighter, and a patient hunter, though its not one of his better talents. He has great potential to be a great leader if the oppertunity arises. His is a very Loyal ThunderClanner, and will defend his Clan mates lives, even if he loathes the cat, with his life.
History: Mothmask's mother, Silvermoth, died giving birth to Mothmask and his sibling, Silverflame *See below* Their father, Oakpool, named them both after thier mother, Silverkit and Mothkit. He died later that year. His grief over his mate's death broke his heart. He lived long enough to see his kits become apprentices. But he felt he had nothing to live for, not even his own kits, the last thing Silvermoth gave him. He loved them, but they reminded him too much of his mate, and he couldn't bear it. He died in his sleep. Mothmask grew up with the saddness of his loss heavy in his heart. He never talked to anybody about his feelings, keeping to himself mostly. He didnt' even talk to his sister much. That's what makes him the way he is now. He's not afraid to feel close to someone, he just has no desire to. It's not immportant to him.
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Example of RPing: Lightning blue occs shone in the darkness of the den. Mothmask couldn't sleep. His body was just not tired. Careful not to wake the others, Mothmask tip toed out of the den and out into camp. By the moon's position he knew in a few hours it would be light. And owl flew overhead, hunting mice. Mothmask decided to join in the hunt, and see who could find one first. He left camp, in search for some breakfast, the movement of his body in the early hours of morning, with the new night air all around him refreshing to his senses. He breathed deeply, taking in the scents, feeling reborn.
Name: Silverflame
Nickname: Silver
Gender: She Cat
Mother: Silvermoth
Father: Oakpool
Siblings: Mothmask
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrioress
Body Build: A long and lanky cat with a pointed face and rounded tail tip. From the way she walks you'd think she's taller than the average cat, but she's not.
Fur Colors: Brown and Creme
Fur Patterns: A basic Siamese coat pattern, dark chocolate face, tail, feet and ears that blend perfectly with the creme color of the rest of her coat. The creme turns darker on her back, kind of like the sun burned a few of the fur tips.
Eye Color: Kind of a silvery/blue, very light. They flash white in the dark.
Accssories: n/a
Personailty: Soft and silent, kind of sad. She'll tell you she's not, and she'll act happy, but there's always a look of deep depression in the back of her eyes. She has a tendency to hold in all her stress and frustration. When she can't take it anymore she explodes and becomes quite the monster. She'll tear your eyes out if you get on her nerves. She feels bad about it afterwards but is stubborn and won't show it.
History: After her father died in his sleep, about when she and her brother were made apprentices, Silverflame was devestated. She had never known any parent other than her father. She was so close to him. When he died she felt rejected, like she wasn't good enough for him to live for her. She felt useless and unimportant. She never talked to anybody about it, afraid to become close to someone by doing so, and the only cats she had been close to were her brother and father. She wasn't necessarily afraid that if she got close to someone they'd die, though sometimes the thought did cross her mind, she was more afraid that they would also reject her, not really love her like she felt her father had. And then there was her brother who hardly ever talked anyway, making her think that he didn' care much for her either. In the back of her mind she has always felt that she wasn't good enough, and no one has ever told her otherwise.
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Example of RPing: Her eyes were closed as the sun beat down on Silverflame's pelt. The summer air was nice and warm, relaxing mostly. Silverflame felt undisturbed by thoughts or feelings. She felt as if she were floating in a dream world filled with joy, no cares, no sorrows. It was one of the few moments when she acctually felt this peaceful, and she was enjoying every minute of it. A butterfly landed on her ear. She flicked it off and opened her eyes to see it's beuatiful black and blue wings as it fluttered away.
Nickname: Masks
Gender: Tom
Mother: Silvermoth
Father: Oakpool
Siblings: Silverflame
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Body Build: Like an avarage tom, he has large and muscly shoulders. But he is also a bit smaller than other toms. He's kind of skinny as well and his head is usually turned away from the sky.
Fur Colors: Pearl Gray and Black
Fur Patterns: He main pelt color is Pearl Gray. He has an ink tipped tail and black paws and ears. His mask (meaning around his eyes and joining into a crest) is also black, which brings out his lightning blue eyes.
Eye Color: Lightning Blue
Accssories: Just his mask
Personailty: Mothmask is a quiet type of cat, you might say strong and silent. He's very good with apprentices, patient and long suffering. He is a good fighter, and a patient hunter, though its not one of his better talents. He has great potential to be a great leader if the oppertunity arises. His is a very Loyal ThunderClanner, and will defend his Clan mates lives, even if he loathes the cat, with his life.
History: Mothmask's mother, Silvermoth, died giving birth to Mothmask and his sibling, Silverflame *See below* Their father, Oakpool, named them both after thier mother, Silverkit and Mothkit. He died later that year. His grief over his mate's death broke his heart. He lived long enough to see his kits become apprentices. But he felt he had nothing to live for, not even his own kits, the last thing Silvermoth gave him. He loved them, but they reminded him too much of his mate, and he couldn't bear it. He died in his sleep. Mothmask grew up with the saddness of his loss heavy in his heart. He never talked to anybody about his feelings, keeping to himself mostly. He didnt' even talk to his sister much. That's what makes him the way he is now. He's not afraid to feel close to someone, he just has no desire to. It's not immportant to him.
Picture:
Example of RPing: Lightning blue occs shone in the darkness of the den. Mothmask couldn't sleep. His body was just not tired. Careful not to wake the others, Mothmask tip toed out of the den and out into camp. By the moon's position he knew in a few hours it would be light. And owl flew overhead, hunting mice. Mothmask decided to join in the hunt, and see who could find one first. He left camp, in search for some breakfast, the movement of his body in the early hours of morning, with the new night air all around him refreshing to his senses. He breathed deeply, taking in the scents, feeling reborn.
Name: Silverflame
Nickname: Silver
Gender: She Cat
Mother: Silvermoth
Father: Oakpool
Siblings: Mothmask
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrioress
Body Build: A long and lanky cat with a pointed face and rounded tail tip. From the way she walks you'd think she's taller than the average cat, but she's not.
Fur Colors: Brown and Creme
Fur Patterns: A basic Siamese coat pattern, dark chocolate face, tail, feet and ears that blend perfectly with the creme color of the rest of her coat. The creme turns darker on her back, kind of like the sun burned a few of the fur tips.
Eye Color: Kind of a silvery/blue, very light. They flash white in the dark.
Accssories: n/a
Personailty: Soft and silent, kind of sad. She'll tell you she's not, and she'll act happy, but there's always a look of deep depression in the back of her eyes. She has a tendency to hold in all her stress and frustration. When she can't take it anymore she explodes and becomes quite the monster. She'll tear your eyes out if you get on her nerves. She feels bad about it afterwards but is stubborn and won't show it.
History: After her father died in his sleep, about when she and her brother were made apprentices, Silverflame was devestated. She had never known any parent other than her father. She was so close to him. When he died she felt rejected, like she wasn't good enough for him to live for her. She felt useless and unimportant. She never talked to anybody about it, afraid to become close to someone by doing so, and the only cats she had been close to were her brother and father. She wasn't necessarily afraid that if she got close to someone they'd die, though sometimes the thought did cross her mind, she was more afraid that they would also reject her, not really love her like she felt her father had. And then there was her brother who hardly ever talked anyway, making her think that he didn' care much for her either. In the back of her mind she has always felt that she wasn't good enough, and no one has ever told her otherwise.
Picture:
Example of RPing: Her eyes were closed as the sun beat down on Silverflame's pelt. The summer air was nice and warm, relaxing mostly. Silverflame felt undisturbed by thoughts or feelings. She felt as if she were floating in a dream world filled with joy, no cares, no sorrows. It was one of the few moments when she acctually felt this peaceful, and she was enjoying every minute of it. A butterfly landed on her ear. She flicked it off and opened her eyes to see it's beuatiful black and blue wings as it fluttered away.
But other than forgetting the code (which is SPRING) is it alright if I use my own form like that?