Post by ::Key::Lime/\RainyC:: on Mar 29, 2010 14:54:19 GMT -5
Name:: Flamestar
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 28 moons
Clan/ Group:: DarkClan
Postion:: Leader (If not Deputy, if not warrior, Warrior Name :: Flamethroat)
Description::
I am a ginger tabby tom with green eyes. My warrior name was Flamethroat because of a fluffy ring of fur around my neck that resembled flames.
Personality::I am a fighter at heart. I must admit I am a fight first talk later kind of cat. That, though, is not why I am the leader of Tempestclan. I am loyal to my clan and only my clan and I have a fair way of resolving conflicts. No matter what others think I must inform you that I do not pick favorites. I am fair to all my cats, even if I am more fond of one than the other.
Family:: Mother :: Rubynose /Father :: Kestreltalon
History::My kithood was very exciting for me, I would adventure all over camp and even out of camp. Apprenticehood was hard. I tried so hard to pay attention to hunting practice when all I wanted to do was learn how to be the best fighter in TempestClan but my mentor found a way to inter-twine fighting and hunting so I could be just as good a hunter as I am a fighter. As a warrior I served my clan hard, with the ambition of being deputy. Although I wished to be at a higher rank my ambition did not take me over the edge, in fact, I was careful not to let anycat realize my ambition until I achieved my goal. I was very contempt with being deputy. It was fun organizing patrols and having a say in important clan decisions. Finally I became leader. It was an enormous responsibility on my shoulders but I'm doing my best to be my best at it.
RolePlay Sample:: Flamethroat bolted through the forest. Adrenaline fueled his energy and instinct guided his paws through his own terriory. A battle had been raging for at least a half hour and he was terrified. Not for himself but for his clan, they were losing. Lives had been dropping like mere flies and now his leader's life was at stake. He had to get to the main clearing before...
No!
Flamethroat reached the clearing. His fore-paws hit the ground hard as he skidded to a sudden halt. The clearing was empty except for a lifeless, bloody body. His leader's. For his whole life Flamethroat vowed to be strong, to never fall because of sorrow..but the clan leader -his best friend for that matter- was dead. Horror filled his eyes.
"No..." His voice was shaky. "No No...NoNoNo!"
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 28 moons
Clan/ Group:: DarkClan
Postion:: Leader (If not Deputy, if not warrior, Warrior Name :: Flamethroat)
Description::
I am a ginger tabby tom with green eyes. My warrior name was Flamethroat because of a fluffy ring of fur around my neck that resembled flames.
Personality::I am a fighter at heart. I must admit I am a fight first talk later kind of cat. That, though, is not why I am the leader of Tempestclan. I am loyal to my clan and only my clan and I have a fair way of resolving conflicts. No matter what others think I must inform you that I do not pick favorites. I am fair to all my cats, even if I am more fond of one than the other.
Family:: Mother :: Rubynose /Father :: Kestreltalon
History::My kithood was very exciting for me, I would adventure all over camp and even out of camp. Apprenticehood was hard. I tried so hard to pay attention to hunting practice when all I wanted to do was learn how to be the best fighter in TempestClan but my mentor found a way to inter-twine fighting and hunting so I could be just as good a hunter as I am a fighter. As a warrior I served my clan hard, with the ambition of being deputy. Although I wished to be at a higher rank my ambition did not take me over the edge, in fact, I was careful not to let anycat realize my ambition until I achieved my goal. I was very contempt with being deputy. It was fun organizing patrols and having a say in important clan decisions. Finally I became leader. It was an enormous responsibility on my shoulders but I'm doing my best to be my best at it.
RolePlay Sample:: Flamethroat bolted through the forest. Adrenaline fueled his energy and instinct guided his paws through his own terriory. A battle had been raging for at least a half hour and he was terrified. Not for himself but for his clan, they were losing. Lives had been dropping like mere flies and now his leader's life was at stake. He had to get to the main clearing before...
No!
Flamethroat reached the clearing. His fore-paws hit the ground hard as he skidded to a sudden halt. The clearing was empty except for a lifeless, bloody body. His leader's. For his whole life Flamethroat vowed to be strong, to never fall because of sorrow..but the clan leader -his best friend for that matter- was dead. Horror filled his eyes.
"No..." His voice was shaky. "No No...NoNoNo!"
|Approved!||: Glad you could join us Rainy C: