Post by <<NiGhTmArE<< on Dec 26, 2008 21:36:38 GMT -5
Name: Nightmare
Clan: Rogueclan
Position: warrior
Age: 19 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Nightmare is pitch black-darker than the night sky. His eyes are blue chips of ice that appear menacing and hard. He has a slight build, but is still strong. He is fierce and very capable of holding his own in combat. Nightmare's teeth and claws are kept very sharp. Perfect for piercing skin and drawing blood.
His tail is of good length and streams out behind him. He tends to be easily irritated causing his tail to be in constant motion.
Nightmare is a fairly good looking tom. His looks attract the attention of she-cats, but he is not easily won over.
Picture:
Personality: Nighmare is a very headstrong cat. He likes to get his way and refuses to be forced to do anything. He can be sort of controlling and does not hold back in expressing his dislike/hatred if things. He is ruthless and will kill if neccessary. Nightmare can be a jerk, but he does have a friendlier side. He can be pretty cool and joke around. Some of his joking though, can be harsh and sarcastic. He can also be caring during serious situations. He is even affectionate to those who are close to him. But generally, Nightmare is hot-headed and does things his way.
IC Example:
-INSIGHT-
A young black kit wandered aimlessly through the forest. His little jaws parted to reveal a pink mouth as he scented the air around him. His hackles rose as he detected unfamilier cats. Instantly he pressed himself to the ground and padded wearily towards the scent. Before him were three large cats. Two toms and a she-cat. The largest tom was, a brown tabby with icy blue eyes was furiously screaching at the she-cat. "You're useless!" he was yowling, "you couldn't kill a cat if it surrendered at your paws!"
Meanwhile, the other, smaller tabby tom, took in the air to confirm what he had previously scented, "Caesar," he mewed, "smell that?" The large brown tom sniffed. A sudden rippling growl filled the air.
"Perfect," he meowed menacingly, "Now's your chance, Moth," he added to the silver she-cat, "prove yourself." The female shivered slightly and padded to the tabby's side. The other tom flanked his other side. Their eyes zeroed in on the black kit crouching behind a bush. Caesar's jaws parted to let loose the words that could end Nighmare's short-lived life, "Kill him."
Code: 2009
Clan: Rogueclan
Position: warrior
Age: 19 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Nightmare is pitch black-darker than the night sky. His eyes are blue chips of ice that appear menacing and hard. He has a slight build, but is still strong. He is fierce and very capable of holding his own in combat. Nightmare's teeth and claws are kept very sharp. Perfect for piercing skin and drawing blood.
His tail is of good length and streams out behind him. He tends to be easily irritated causing his tail to be in constant motion.
Nightmare is a fairly good looking tom. His looks attract the attention of she-cats, but he is not easily won over.
Picture:
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Personality: Nighmare is a very headstrong cat. He likes to get his way and refuses to be forced to do anything. He can be sort of controlling and does not hold back in expressing his dislike/hatred if things. He is ruthless and will kill if neccessary. Nightmare can be a jerk, but he does have a friendlier side. He can be pretty cool and joke around. Some of his joking though, can be harsh and sarcastic. He can also be caring during serious situations. He is even affectionate to those who are close to him. But generally, Nightmare is hot-headed and does things his way.
IC Example:
-INSIGHT-
A young black kit wandered aimlessly through the forest. His little jaws parted to reveal a pink mouth as he scented the air around him. His hackles rose as he detected unfamilier cats. Instantly he pressed himself to the ground and padded wearily towards the scent. Before him were three large cats. Two toms and a she-cat. The largest tom was, a brown tabby with icy blue eyes was furiously screaching at the she-cat. "You're useless!" he was yowling, "you couldn't kill a cat if it surrendered at your paws!"
Meanwhile, the other, smaller tabby tom, took in the air to confirm what he had previously scented, "Caesar," he mewed, "smell that?" The large brown tom sniffed. A sudden rippling growl filled the air.
"Perfect," he meowed menacingly, "Now's your chance, Moth," he added to the silver she-cat, "prove yourself." The female shivered slightly and padded to the tabby's side. The other tom flanked his other side. Their eyes zeroed in on the black kit crouching behind a bush. Caesar's jaws parted to let loose the words that could end Nighmare's short-lived life, "Kill him."
Code: 2009
