Post by P R O T O T Y P E on Jun 3, 2012 17:56:25 GMT -5
Name::Bentclaw
Gender::Male
Age::10 moons
Clan/ Group::Shadowclan
Postion::Warrior
Description::His body is long and nimble, his head a triangular shape. His legs are long and lean, his paws just the right size. His pelt is short and wiry, and is the color of brown sugar.
Personality:: Calm, loyal, feirce and protective. Though he does have his moments.
Family::Spottedheart:Mother:Shadowclan. Thornpelt:Father:Shadowclan. Both deceased.
History::He lost his parents to old age, they lived honorable lives. He loved them dearly. But life goes on and he lives a basic life, waiting for some exciting moment.
RolePlay Sample:: Bentclaw swiftly leapt after the quick-moving loner, determined to run him out of the territory. Pine needles cracked under his paws, and flew out behind him as he sprinted after the tom. "Get back here!" he yowled, extending his neck and snapping his jaws, attempting to bite down on the fluffy tail waving in front of him. The brown warrior punted the ground and launched himself into the air, where he extended his legs and gripped the fleeing cat with his forepaws. Pulling himself forwards,he unsheathed his claws and dug his back paws into the ground, slowing the cat down.-
Gender::Male
Age::10 moons
Clan/ Group::Shadowclan
Postion::Warrior
Description::His body is long and nimble, his head a triangular shape. His legs are long and lean, his paws just the right size. His pelt is short and wiry, and is the color of brown sugar.
Personality:: Calm, loyal, feirce and protective. Though he does have his moments.
Family::Spottedheart:Mother:Shadowclan. Thornpelt:Father:Shadowclan. Both deceased.
History::He lost his parents to old age, they lived honorable lives. He loved them dearly. But life goes on and he lives a basic life, waiting for some exciting moment.
RolePlay Sample:: Bentclaw swiftly leapt after the quick-moving loner, determined to run him out of the territory. Pine needles cracked under his paws, and flew out behind him as he sprinted after the tom. "Get back here!" he yowled, extending his neck and snapping his jaws, attempting to bite down on the fluffy tail waving in front of him. The brown warrior punted the ground and launched himself into the air, where he extended his legs and gripped the fleeing cat with his forepaws. Pulling himself forwards,he unsheathed his claws and dug his back paws into the ground, slowing the cat down.-
