Post by Swimfast on Jun 13, 2009 13:46:23 GMT -5
Name: Blizzard
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Blizzard looks a bit like a blizzard, he is white, but he has streaks of grey, brown, black, and cream all over, in no orderly way. His left ear has a rip in it, from a fight. His eyes are a mix of brown, and a forest green color. Blizzard is a HUGE cat, and he looks king of mean when first looked at, he has almost never lost a fight, and he isn't a a long hair or a short hair, he's kind of both.
Personality: Blizzard is an independant cat, he is a loner, and he doesn't stay in one place very long, he is very keen, and is hard to sneak up on, and he will fight, and he will not stop, for almost ny reason, besides a few, and he is very hard to convince, and almost harder to actually talk to. Blizzard is not a mean cat, but he isn't, a nice cat either. If your on his good side, your lucky, if your on his bad side, not so lucky. Blizzard is an honest cat, but he will do what it takes, to get what he wants.
History: Blizzard wad born near the Falls, when his Mother went there to meet his Father who is from Windclan, and his Mother was just another loner. She came from Carrionplace, and she was on her way to go meet his Father, and they were ate the Falls, and she gave birth to Blizzard, and his sister, Hurricane. Hurricane ran off, to who knows where, and she had never been seen, although sometimes other loners come by, and talk about her, so Blizzard knows she is still out there. Blizzard doesn't want to join the Dead Plains cats, but yet he doesn't want to join a clan, he likes to remain a loner. So after he was born, his Mother ran off to be with his Father, and he was left, but a few days later found by another loner female, who took care of him, and named his Blizzard because his coat looked like one, so soon after he left her, and forgot about her, he found himself roaming around, a loner.
Roleplay Example: Blizzard entered the Carrionplace, a reeking, lonly place, and no other cats often visted here, but him, and a couple other loners who came here to hunt the large mice and rats that were easy to find. He heard a twitch, and whirled to see a huge rat digging around in the dirt, he growled, and pushed off of the ground, and hurled toward the prey, he landed on it, and quickly ended it, looked up briefly to thank Starclan, then he messily started to chomp away, and when he had picked the bones clean, he stood, and licked his chops, content, full. He stalked around some more, then he heard twolegs coming, he ran toward the entrance, and hisses a warning, most twolegs were afraid of his size. He growled again, they came after him with a net, he rolled his eyes, this was getting old, he charged them, then swung at him, and he grabbed the net in his jaws and pulled, ripping in strraight in the middle, the twolegs dropped it and ran, probably going to the other side, but Blizzard didn't care if twolegs were here, just not his turf, he liked to call the whole right corner his own, from the beginning of the fence, to the end of it, near the builing. Otherwise, he didn't care where any animals or twolegs went.
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Blizzard looks a bit like a blizzard, he is white, but he has streaks of grey, brown, black, and cream all over, in no orderly way. His left ear has a rip in it, from a fight. His eyes are a mix of brown, and a forest green color. Blizzard is a HUGE cat, and he looks king of mean when first looked at, he has almost never lost a fight, and he isn't a a long hair or a short hair, he's kind of both.
Personality: Blizzard is an independant cat, he is a loner, and he doesn't stay in one place very long, he is very keen, and is hard to sneak up on, and he will fight, and he will not stop, for almost ny reason, besides a few, and he is very hard to convince, and almost harder to actually talk to. Blizzard is not a mean cat, but he isn't, a nice cat either. If your on his good side, your lucky, if your on his bad side, not so lucky. Blizzard is an honest cat, but he will do what it takes, to get what he wants.
History: Blizzard wad born near the Falls, when his Mother went there to meet his Father who is from Windclan, and his Mother was just another loner. She came from Carrionplace, and she was on her way to go meet his Father, and they were ate the Falls, and she gave birth to Blizzard, and his sister, Hurricane. Hurricane ran off, to who knows where, and she had never been seen, although sometimes other loners come by, and talk about her, so Blizzard knows she is still out there. Blizzard doesn't want to join the Dead Plains cats, but yet he doesn't want to join a clan, he likes to remain a loner. So after he was born, his Mother ran off to be with his Father, and he was left, but a few days later found by another loner female, who took care of him, and named his Blizzard because his coat looked like one, so soon after he left her, and forgot about her, he found himself roaming around, a loner.
Roleplay Example: Blizzard entered the Carrionplace, a reeking, lonly place, and no other cats often visted here, but him, and a couple other loners who came here to hunt the large mice and rats that were easy to find. He heard a twitch, and whirled to see a huge rat digging around in the dirt, he growled, and pushed off of the ground, and hurled toward the prey, he landed on it, and quickly ended it, looked up briefly to thank Starclan, then he messily started to chomp away, and when he had picked the bones clean, he stood, and licked his chops, content, full. He stalked around some more, then he heard twolegs coming, he ran toward the entrance, and hisses a warning, most twolegs were afraid of his size. He growled again, they came after him with a net, he rolled his eyes, this was getting old, he charged them, then swung at him, and he grabbed the net in his jaws and pulled, ripping in strraight in the middle, the twolegs dropped it and ran, probably going to the other side, but Blizzard didn't care if twolegs were here, just not his turf, he liked to call the whole right corner his own, from the beginning of the fence, to the end of it, near the builing. Otherwise, he didn't care where any animals or twolegs went.
