Post by braveheart on Sept 9, 2010 9:19:07 GMT -5
Name:: Thunderpaw
Gender:: Tom
Age:: six moons
Clan/ Group:: Leafclan
Postion:: Apprentice
Description:: A very handsome orange tabby with a number of small black stripes going down his back. Black paws and one black ear with white chest fur and emerald green eyes. Unnaturally long and curved claws. tan nose, and what could possibly resemble a black lightning bolt streak going down his left hip. Very muscular build.
Personality:: Very reckless, and care free, though has a strong undeniable devotion to do well and be loyal to his clan. A brilliant fighter and lethal hunter. Very proud, and slightly arrogant. Despite all, he is very smart and can be kind when he wishes. When threatened will become a deadly nightmare.
Family:: All family deceased
History:: Thunderpaw was born to a loving mother and a strong father. He was one of three kits, but the others didn't survive leafbare. Sick with grief his mother died soon too, and Thunderpaw was brought up by another queen with plenty of milk. Rouges nested on the territory and his father died fighting them. So, Thunderpaw was left very much alone, put out, and exhausted. He struggle through the beginning of his apprenticeship until finally he got over his grief, focusing on becoming the greatest warrior to ever walk the forest.
RolePlay Sample:: Thunderpaw ambled through the forest. Newleaf had found the clans once again in despair from leafbare. But most of all it had found Thunderpaw deserted. He had no one in this world to call family. He had no one to call friend. Yet he lived with it, carrying on with the same routine everyday. Get up, hunt, battle train, eat, sleep. It was starting to bore Thunderpaw. He wanted to do something great! Something to make the other apprentices notice him. But what? What was daring enough, stupid enough, brave enough? He didn't know the answer, but he knew he had to find it if he was to maintain his popularity in the clan. Recently he had fought off a dog, and saved Thistlekit from being consumed. But that had been last newleaf, and he was starting to go unnoticed again. That couldn't happen. He wanted to stay noticed! And to do that he would have to risk his life over and over again. Popularity was a horrible thing. But in the middle of his thoughts, Thunderpaw stopped. His ears perked, his eyes narrowed, and most importantly, his claws unsheathed. Long curved dagger like claws dug into0 the grass. He had thought it wasn't true, but it was. There was a fox coming towards him, and not just one, but three. Thunderpaw was in trouble. And most importantly, all alone
Gender:: Tom
Age:: six moons
Clan/ Group:: Leafclan
Postion:: Apprentice
Description:: A very handsome orange tabby with a number of small black stripes going down his back. Black paws and one black ear with white chest fur and emerald green eyes. Unnaturally long and curved claws. tan nose, and what could possibly resemble a black lightning bolt streak going down his left hip. Very muscular build.
Personality:: Very reckless, and care free, though has a strong undeniable devotion to do well and be loyal to his clan. A brilliant fighter and lethal hunter. Very proud, and slightly arrogant. Despite all, he is very smart and can be kind when he wishes. When threatened will become a deadly nightmare.
Family:: All family deceased
History:: Thunderpaw was born to a loving mother and a strong father. He was one of three kits, but the others didn't survive leafbare. Sick with grief his mother died soon too, and Thunderpaw was brought up by another queen with plenty of milk. Rouges nested on the territory and his father died fighting them. So, Thunderpaw was left very much alone, put out, and exhausted. He struggle through the beginning of his apprenticeship until finally he got over his grief, focusing on becoming the greatest warrior to ever walk the forest.
RolePlay Sample:: Thunderpaw ambled through the forest. Newleaf had found the clans once again in despair from leafbare. But most of all it had found Thunderpaw deserted. He had no one in this world to call family. He had no one to call friend. Yet he lived with it, carrying on with the same routine everyday. Get up, hunt, battle train, eat, sleep. It was starting to bore Thunderpaw. He wanted to do something great! Something to make the other apprentices notice him. But what? What was daring enough, stupid enough, brave enough? He didn't know the answer, but he knew he had to find it if he was to maintain his popularity in the clan. Recently he had fought off a dog, and saved Thistlekit from being consumed. But that had been last newleaf, and he was starting to go unnoticed again. That couldn't happen. He wanted to stay noticed! And to do that he would have to risk his life over and over again. Popularity was a horrible thing. But in the middle of his thoughts, Thunderpaw stopped. His ears perked, his eyes narrowed, and most importantly, his claws unsheathed. Long curved dagger like claws dug into0 the grass. He had thought it wasn't true, but it was. There was a fox coming towards him, and not just one, but three. Thunderpaw was in trouble. And most importantly, all alone