Post by Swimfast on Aug 12, 2009 23:43:53 GMT -5
Name: Thunderpelt
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Thunderpelt in a sleek silver tom, who is tall and muscular. His coat is long, and a white stripe starts at his right ear, goes across his back to his left paw, then straight across his back again, and to the tip of his tail. His right paw is white, and his face is partly white. Thunderpelt's eyes are bright amber, mixed with green.
Personality: Thunderpelt is a brave, strong, and loyal cat. He is fair, and is very patient. Although if he gets very mad or upset, his temper can show. He is a good fighter, being lean and muscular, but he won't fight to kill, unless his life, or the life of a clanmate is at stake. Sometimes kits, or apprentices can bring out the playful side of him. But, Thunderpelt knows when it is time to be serious, and when it's time to laugh and play.
History: Thunderpelt was clan-born into Thunderclan. He had a mother and father, who was a deputy, but during a battle, he went to join Starclan. He had four siblings, three brothers, and a sister. He trained as an apprentice, and was given his warrior name when he fought bravely in a raid by Shadowclan, and defended the nursery from a Shadowclan warrior. And ever since, Thunderpelt had been going on patrols, fighting, and bringing prey to the clan.
Roleplay Sample: Thunderpelt silently stalked along the edge of the clans territory, holding his nose in the air. He caught an unfamilar scent in the air, but it didn't belong to any clan. Maybe a fox? I should probably tell the clan to be prepared and on the look out. Thunderpelt padded along the soft green grass, then decided nothing else seemed to be unusual, so he looped around, and trotted back toward the camp. On the way, he heard a scurry amoung the grass and weeds, he crouched, and unsheathed his claws, then pulled himself closer to the fresh scent. He tensed, then lunged, and sunk his teeth into the neck of the mouse, and thanked Starclan for it's life. Thunderpelt picked up the fresh warm meat, and then silently walked to the camp.
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Thunderpelt in a sleek silver tom, who is tall and muscular. His coat is long, and a white stripe starts at his right ear, goes across his back to his left paw, then straight across his back again, and to the tip of his tail. His right paw is white, and his face is partly white. Thunderpelt's eyes are bright amber, mixed with green.
Personality: Thunderpelt is a brave, strong, and loyal cat. He is fair, and is very patient. Although if he gets very mad or upset, his temper can show. He is a good fighter, being lean and muscular, but he won't fight to kill, unless his life, or the life of a clanmate is at stake. Sometimes kits, or apprentices can bring out the playful side of him. But, Thunderpelt knows when it is time to be serious, and when it's time to laugh and play.
History: Thunderpelt was clan-born into Thunderclan. He had a mother and father, who was a deputy, but during a battle, he went to join Starclan. He had four siblings, three brothers, and a sister. He trained as an apprentice, and was given his warrior name when he fought bravely in a raid by Shadowclan, and defended the nursery from a Shadowclan warrior. And ever since, Thunderpelt had been going on patrols, fighting, and bringing prey to the clan.
Roleplay Sample: Thunderpelt silently stalked along the edge of the clans territory, holding his nose in the air. He caught an unfamilar scent in the air, but it didn't belong to any clan. Maybe a fox? I should probably tell the clan to be prepared and on the look out. Thunderpelt padded along the soft green grass, then decided nothing else seemed to be unusual, so he looped around, and trotted back toward the camp. On the way, he heard a scurry amoung the grass and weeds, he crouched, and unsheathed his claws, then pulled himself closer to the fresh scent. He tensed, then lunged, and sunk his teeth into the neck of the mouse, and thanked Starclan for it's life. Thunderpelt picked up the fresh warm meat, and then silently walked to the camp.
