Post by Ravenstrike on Apr 9, 2007 22:39:56 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]Ravenstrike
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]Thunderclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]23 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]((I added the eye color if you don't mind))
If you look into a pool of water at midnight, with no clouds in the sky and the stars shining the only thing you would be able to see would be his eyes. This tom is a rather large thick furred Chausie (a breed in development and not yet recognized). Although is fur is thin in the summer, to allow him to stay cooler with his jet black fur, it does get thicker in the winter in order for him to keep body heat in. His face isn't long, but it isn't short either, it is more of a wedge shape. His ears are small but compaired to his head they are the right size, as is his nose. His eyes are an unusual silver color, in a pool of un disturbed water on a clear stary night his eyes almost match the stars.
Even with his smaller compact body he is also lean, and lithe. He weighs just around eight pounds, maybe seven and a half. Along his left front shoulder is a long scar that is colored and off black. He aquired that scar from a battle as a very young warrior. Besides that one long scar he has several small ones that are not noticable. His tail is long to help him keep balance with his smaller paws. Because of his smaller paws his claws can not retract all of the way, this does not mean he has long claws just average.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow] usera.imagecave.com/DLands/other/Ravenstrike.jpg
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Loyalty is the first trait on this cats list, it's that and trust. Ever since he was a kit and almost his whole family was killed he had been loyal to his clan, he made one mistake once but never again. The next thing on his list of traits is trust. He is a very trust worthy cat and always listins to cats above him, and below him if they are needed to be listined too. But the trust is a hard thing to gain from him, he hardly trusts anyone and belives that any cat is capeable of killing in an instant. Another trait he has is compassion, compassion towards that someone special or his mother. He has always stuck by his mother's side even though she sunk into a depression, she is slowly coming out of it though.
To go along with the good traits there has to be a few bad ones right? Well he has those, the main one is an anger issue. Since he watched his family get slautered, and was treated as if he was mentaly insane he has built up a wall that he belives will never come down. If a cat buggs him about one thing for too long, he freakes out but never attackes anyone unless they attack first. There is a slight deppression that goes along with the anger, just something that he falls into to rest on, it isn't hte bad type of depression justthe type hat lets you get back up on your feet. Another issue he has is instinct, this isn't bad but it could be. He has built up this instant reaction to any loud noise or something that spooks him. He unsheathes his claws at the slightest of movements, afraid that rogue is still out there, in the back of his mind he knows that isn't true.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The moon glowed dimly through the thick branches over head, casting wispy shadows onto he forest floor. Dark shadows cast upon gray stones, and leaves crackling underfoot. A jet black shape made its way along the undergrowth path, the scent of mice and fox lingered in the air. Silvery eyes flicking to the small dried up bush, then to the Deathberry's on the ground. Claws flexing and sheathing again the cat made his way along the small path. A small clearing loomed ahead of the small cat, stained silver in the moonlight breaking through the trees. A few stones sat at the base of the trees, and golden-silver leaves scattered the clearing.
The cat's name was Ravenstrike, and this was his favorite place to come at his favorite time of the day. Shaking his body to brush a small leaf away he stopped at the edge of the clearing. Turing his head he gazed back towards camp and sighed. Looking forward again he walked into the moonlight and sat in the center of the clearing. Placing is tail over his paws he gazed at the sky and the stars. Closing his eyes he thought of his family, his whole family before it was broken.
Silvery eyes opening again he shifted slightly as a small breeze picked up and ruffled his fur backwards. Hears flattening against his head as it lifted leaves into the air. Closing his eyes and turning his head down towards the ground he sighed. He loved the wind but this wind was chilly and sent waves of chills down his spine. Fluffing his coat as much as he could he murmured to himself a few words that could have been imagined to be spoken aloud "Why did this have to happen to my family? I wouldn't be out here now if it didn't".
Then he opened his eyes and perked his ears as the wind continued. "I don't have to be out here". Looking back towards camp he whispered, "I should get back". Swishing his tail into the air as he stood he shook himself to push the slight chill away. Glancing at the sky once again as the clouds came in he set off towards camp again. The clouds covering most of the sky as it began to rain. Then he heard something downwind of him, the snap of a twig. It made him stop in his tracks, and look towards the large tree a few foxlengths away. A white cat stepped out, muscles rippling under his glossy coat. His golden eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth hissing. Ravenstrike unsheathed his claws and readied himself for an attack.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]Thunderclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]23 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]((I added the eye color if you don't mind))
If you look into a pool of water at midnight, with no clouds in the sky and the stars shining the only thing you would be able to see would be his eyes. This tom is a rather large thick furred Chausie (a breed in development and not yet recognized). Although is fur is thin in the summer, to allow him to stay cooler with his jet black fur, it does get thicker in the winter in order for him to keep body heat in. His face isn't long, but it isn't short either, it is more of a wedge shape. His ears are small but compaired to his head they are the right size, as is his nose. His eyes are an unusual silver color, in a pool of un disturbed water on a clear stary night his eyes almost match the stars.
Even with his smaller compact body he is also lean, and lithe. He weighs just around eight pounds, maybe seven and a half. Along his left front shoulder is a long scar that is colored and off black. He aquired that scar from a battle as a very young warrior. Besides that one long scar he has several small ones that are not noticable. His tail is long to help him keep balance with his smaller paws. Because of his smaller paws his claws can not retract all of the way, this does not mean he has long claws just average.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow] usera.imagecave.com/DLands/other/Ravenstrike.jpg
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Loyalty is the first trait on this cats list, it's that and trust. Ever since he was a kit and almost his whole family was killed he had been loyal to his clan, he made one mistake once but never again. The next thing on his list of traits is trust. He is a very trust worthy cat and always listins to cats above him, and below him if they are needed to be listined too. But the trust is a hard thing to gain from him, he hardly trusts anyone and belives that any cat is capeable of killing in an instant. Another trait he has is compassion, compassion towards that someone special or his mother. He has always stuck by his mother's side even though she sunk into a depression, she is slowly coming out of it though.
To go along with the good traits there has to be a few bad ones right? Well he has those, the main one is an anger issue. Since he watched his family get slautered, and was treated as if he was mentaly insane he has built up a wall that he belives will never come down. If a cat buggs him about one thing for too long, he freakes out but never attackes anyone unless they attack first. There is a slight deppression that goes along with the anger, just something that he falls into to rest on, it isn't hte bad type of depression justthe type hat lets you get back up on your feet. Another issue he has is instinct, this isn't bad but it could be. He has built up this instant reaction to any loud noise or something that spooks him. He unsheathes his claws at the slightest of movements, afraid that rogue is still out there, in the back of his mind he knows that isn't true.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The moon glowed dimly through the thick branches over head, casting wispy shadows onto he forest floor. Dark shadows cast upon gray stones, and leaves crackling underfoot. A jet black shape made its way along the undergrowth path, the scent of mice and fox lingered in the air. Silvery eyes flicking to the small dried up bush, then to the Deathberry's on the ground. Claws flexing and sheathing again the cat made his way along the small path. A small clearing loomed ahead of the small cat, stained silver in the moonlight breaking through the trees. A few stones sat at the base of the trees, and golden-silver leaves scattered the clearing.
The cat's name was Ravenstrike, and this was his favorite place to come at his favorite time of the day. Shaking his body to brush a small leaf away he stopped at the edge of the clearing. Turing his head he gazed back towards camp and sighed. Looking forward again he walked into the moonlight and sat in the center of the clearing. Placing is tail over his paws he gazed at the sky and the stars. Closing his eyes he thought of his family, his whole family before it was broken.
Silvery eyes opening again he shifted slightly as a small breeze picked up and ruffled his fur backwards. Hears flattening against his head as it lifted leaves into the air. Closing his eyes and turning his head down towards the ground he sighed. He loved the wind but this wind was chilly and sent waves of chills down his spine. Fluffing his coat as much as he could he murmured to himself a few words that could have been imagined to be spoken aloud "Why did this have to happen to my family? I wouldn't be out here now if it didn't".
Then he opened his eyes and perked his ears as the wind continued. "I don't have to be out here". Looking back towards camp he whispered, "I should get back". Swishing his tail into the air as he stood he shook himself to push the slight chill away. Glancing at the sky once again as the clouds came in he set off towards camp again. The clouds covering most of the sky as it began to rain. Then he heard something downwind of him, the snap of a twig. It made him stop in his tracks, and look towards the large tree a few foxlengths away. A white cat stepped out, muscles rippling under his glossy coat. His golden eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth hissing. Ravenstrike unsheathed his claws and readied himself for an attack.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring
mabye we can rp together, 
