Post by cerbysaurus on Mar 31, 2010 5:35:48 GMT -5
Name::
Riddlesong
Gender::
Tom
Age::
13 moons
Clan/ Group::
RainClan
Position::
Warrior
Description::
A small creamy brown tom with tabby markings. His tabby stripes fade towards his legs. He has an unusually small build and his fur always seems to be messy. Large, deep green eyes and a plumy tail.
Personality::
A perky, but socially awkward young tom who finds it hard to interact with the other cats. He's shy and quiet, but is always in a great mood and is incredibly optimistic. He can be a bit picky though, and needs everything to be neat. When things are messy, he fixes them up.
Family::
Mother: Splashpelt (Deceased)
Father: Cloudchaser(Deceased)
Siblings: Stripekit, Mushroomkit (Deceased)
History::
The only surviving kit in his litter of three, Riddlesong grew up smothered by his parents. They were extremely overprotective of him and somewhat showy, and would often speak for him. In response, Riddlesong became very quiet and would only really talk to his parents. A little bit after he was made an apprentice, both his parents died when the river in the territory flooded. After they died he shut himself up more. He spent the rest of his apprenticeship not talking to any of the other cats except his mentor from time to time.
RolePlay Sample::
Riddlesong sighed as he stretched contently on the rock, sun seeping warmth into his pelt. He opened his eyes and gazed at the river, flowing crystal blue against the muddy bank. There was a time when he had hated the river. When the thought of the churning waves on his fur had made him sick in the pit of his stomach.
Not anymore though. The river was life. It was as if all the souls of the RainClan cats were weaved like silvery threads into the iridescent surface.
Riddlesong smiled and lazily got to his paws. That was his secret. His own special little thought that allowed him to forgive.
Riddlesong
Gender::
Tom
Age::
13 moons
Clan/ Group::
RainClan
Position::
Warrior
Description::
A small creamy brown tom with tabby markings. His tabby stripes fade towards his legs. He has an unusually small build and his fur always seems to be messy. Large, deep green eyes and a plumy tail.
Personality::
A perky, but socially awkward young tom who finds it hard to interact with the other cats. He's shy and quiet, but is always in a great mood and is incredibly optimistic. He can be a bit picky though, and needs everything to be neat. When things are messy, he fixes them up.
Family::
Mother: Splashpelt (Deceased)
Father: Cloudchaser(Deceased)
Siblings: Stripekit, Mushroomkit (Deceased)
History::
The only surviving kit in his litter of three, Riddlesong grew up smothered by his parents. They were extremely overprotective of him and somewhat showy, and would often speak for him. In response, Riddlesong became very quiet and would only really talk to his parents. A little bit after he was made an apprentice, both his parents died when the river in the territory flooded. After they died he shut himself up more. He spent the rest of his apprenticeship not talking to any of the other cats except his mentor from time to time.
RolePlay Sample::
Riddlesong sighed as he stretched contently on the rock, sun seeping warmth into his pelt. He opened his eyes and gazed at the river, flowing crystal blue against the muddy bank. There was a time when he had hated the river. When the thought of the churning waves on his fur had made him sick in the pit of his stomach.
Not anymore though. The river was life. It was as if all the souls of the RainClan cats were weaved like silvery threads into the iridescent surface.
Riddlesong smiled and lazily got to his paws. That was his secret. His own special little thought that allowed him to forgive.
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