Post by Whitetip on Apr 29, 2008 14:02:31 GMT -5
Name: Whitetip
Age: 18 moons
Clan: Tunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Appearance: He’s jet black with no markings except his left ear that’s pure white. His teeth are bright white and sharp along with his claws. His eyes are green and his tail is long. His pelt feels like silk when stroked and his eyes burn with the fire in his heart that is fueled by his wild and free spirit. He’s got a large nick out of his ear and a scare that runs from the back of his ear down to where his neck meets his head. He's got large paws and strong muscles that he knows how to use. His whiskers are a little bit shorter than a normal cats would be.
Personality: he’s very intelligent and loves a good mystery. He loves to talk to others and enjoys listening to the elders talk about their apprenticeship and how they fought off ten warriors at a time. He laughed at their jokes they told him and funny stories that had happened to them. He loves to go to the nursery and tell the kits stories about this and that. He also likes to go out hunting and to show of his skills as a warrior. He loves to show his fighting skills as well and sometimes goes looking for a fight. He’s got a big nick in his ear that he got when he fought off a cat from another clan that was on the wrong side of the border. He’s also got a scare across his left check but he pays no mind to it. He doesn't care what others think of him, he's just glade to be him.
History: when he was a kit he loved to play with his litter mates and with the other kits in the nursery with him. One day, from out of no where, an eagle swoops down and tries to grab him. Unfortunately it grabbed him behind his ear and under his jaw. Fortunately the grip wasn’t very good and the eagle dropped him before it could carry him off the ground too far. When he recovered from the attack on his life he carried a deep gash left behind from the eagle. From then on he remembered to look up once in a while and he was always ready to spring away from danger that would appear out of nowhere.
When he was an apprentice he was always chosen to go out on the hunting patrols. Hunting was one of his greatest skills and he always brought back plenty. He excelled at his training and never disappointed his mentor except for one time. When he was out hunting he saw a rogue cat and instinctively he crouched and was about to pounce on her when he saw that she had two kits with her. He knew he couldn’t let her stay in the territory but he couldn’t drive her away when she had kits to feed. He watched her for a while and was shocked that she told her kits to stay put while she went to go get food. He couldn’t believe that she would leave unprotected kits out in the open like that. When she was out of sight he crept closer and closer to the kits, which were play fighting with each other. He startled them and one of them cowered behind the other. He spoke to them reassuring them that they need not fear him. The more courageous one waddled over to him sniffed him. Then he was told their names and he stayed with them until their mother came back, which seemed to take forever and by the time she got back the kits and he where all asleep. Their mother was furious with Whitetip and she cuffed him over the ears. He pinned her down and explained what happened. She thanked him and he offered her to stay with the clan until the kits grew up. When he brought her to the camp the Clan leader was furious for bringing a rogue cat into the Clan’s camp without asking the leader first. She was allowed to stay until her kits grew up and then chose to leave under her own free will.
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Age: 18 moons
Clan: Tunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Appearance: He’s jet black with no markings except his left ear that’s pure white. His teeth are bright white and sharp along with his claws. His eyes are green and his tail is long. His pelt feels like silk when stroked and his eyes burn with the fire in his heart that is fueled by his wild and free spirit. He’s got a large nick out of his ear and a scare that runs from the back of his ear down to where his neck meets his head. He's got large paws and strong muscles that he knows how to use. His whiskers are a little bit shorter than a normal cats would be.
Personality: he’s very intelligent and loves a good mystery. He loves to talk to others and enjoys listening to the elders talk about their apprenticeship and how they fought off ten warriors at a time. He laughed at their jokes they told him and funny stories that had happened to them. He loves to go to the nursery and tell the kits stories about this and that. He also likes to go out hunting and to show of his skills as a warrior. He loves to show his fighting skills as well and sometimes goes looking for a fight. He’s got a big nick in his ear that he got when he fought off a cat from another clan that was on the wrong side of the border. He’s also got a scare across his left check but he pays no mind to it. He doesn't care what others think of him, he's just glade to be him.
History: when he was a kit he loved to play with his litter mates and with the other kits in the nursery with him. One day, from out of no where, an eagle swoops down and tries to grab him. Unfortunately it grabbed him behind his ear and under his jaw. Fortunately the grip wasn’t very good and the eagle dropped him before it could carry him off the ground too far. When he recovered from the attack on his life he carried a deep gash left behind from the eagle. From then on he remembered to look up once in a while and he was always ready to spring away from danger that would appear out of nowhere.
When he was an apprentice he was always chosen to go out on the hunting patrols. Hunting was one of his greatest skills and he always brought back plenty. He excelled at his training and never disappointed his mentor except for one time. When he was out hunting he saw a rogue cat and instinctively he crouched and was about to pounce on her when he saw that she had two kits with her. He knew he couldn’t let her stay in the territory but he couldn’t drive her away when she had kits to feed. He watched her for a while and was shocked that she told her kits to stay put while she went to go get food. He couldn’t believe that she would leave unprotected kits out in the open like that. When she was out of sight he crept closer and closer to the kits, which were play fighting with each other. He startled them and one of them cowered behind the other. He spoke to them reassuring them that they need not fear him. The more courageous one waddled over to him sniffed him. Then he was told their names and he stayed with them until their mother came back, which seemed to take forever and by the time she got back the kits and he where all asleep. Their mother was furious with Whitetip and she cuffed him over the ears. He pinned her down and explained what happened. She thanked him and he offered her to stay with the clan until the kits grew up. When he brought her to the camp the Clan leader was furious for bringing a rogue cat into the Clan’s camp without asking the leader first. She was allowed to stay until her kits grew up and then chose to leave under her own free will.
Picture: i136.photobucket.com/albums/q170/dudegal_2006/sleepe.jpg
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