Post by Nightpaw on Sept 25, 2007 21:11:42 GMT -5
Name: Wist
Clan: Loner
Position: N/A (unless loners have positions and I don't know)
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Wist has a brownish-gray pelt with vague stripes. His dark green eyes are alert and calqulating. His small, thin figure helps him have a stealthy advantage in battle. He has an unerving look about him, that makes him look like he is looking into your thoughts. He walks with a quick, light step, that makes it look like he is running, even when he is simply walking.
Picture: www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/867/10005521.JPG
Personality: Wist has a nervous, but amiable personality. He is often very curious, sometimes nosy. When he thinks, he goes into an almost dreamlike state. He usually isn't too violent or angry, but he knows how to fight. He is somewhat afraid of clan cats, but wouldn't attack one for no reason. He thinks Touslepelt is a maniac, but has a grudging respect for his ability to plan.
IC: Wist jumped gracefully onto the wooden post, scenting the air for a sign of another loner. He wasn't to far from the abandoned farm and he could smell the scent of cats mingled with the scent of other cats. He was bored of lazing around in the farm, eating mice. He wanted to explore.
Code: Blood
Clan: Loner
Position: N/A (unless loners have positions and I don't know)
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Wist has a brownish-gray pelt with vague stripes. His dark green eyes are alert and calqulating. His small, thin figure helps him have a stealthy advantage in battle. He has an unerving look about him, that makes him look like he is looking into your thoughts. He walks with a quick, light step, that makes it look like he is running, even when he is simply walking.
Picture: www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/867/10005521.JPG
Personality: Wist has a nervous, but amiable personality. He is often very curious, sometimes nosy. When he thinks, he goes into an almost dreamlike state. He usually isn't too violent or angry, but he knows how to fight. He is somewhat afraid of clan cats, but wouldn't attack one for no reason. He thinks Touslepelt is a maniac, but has a grudging respect for his ability to plan.
IC: Wist jumped gracefully onto the wooden post, scenting the air for a sign of another loner. He wasn't to far from the abandoned farm and he could smell the scent of cats mingled with the scent of other cats. He was bored of lazing around in the farm, eating mice. He wanted to explore.
Code: Blood
