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Post by longfang on Aug 4, 2009 9:02:22 GMT -8
Name:NightFire
Age:20 Moons
Gender:Male
Rank:Deputy
Clan: ShadeClan
Eyes:(please be descriptive)Beatiful sky blue that reflect all his intermost thoughts, except one. Kindness.
Pelt:(at least four lines)Patched black and white with flecks of gray on his back. You could say he was white with black spots, but he is normally covered with dust and dirt so he would look as black with white spots. His pelt is scattered with pink scars that contribute to his reputation as fierce and tempestous(do I even know what that is?). His fur is ripped and missing in some places, giving his look a loner living in the twoleg-place.
Body:(describe your cats body)His body is rather thin, none of the broad-shoulders some cats have. He is quite long, and his build is made for running away and spying than for direct open battle.
Personality:Four lines please. Cold, quiet, and deadly. He speaks with disrespect with everyone except his leader and StarClan, thus earning many enemies. He hates broad daylight, and likes the dark and shadows. He has no problem killing, and has learned to endure anything to get what he wants. But under all that, there is a spark of light and joy, and maybe the cold delinquent is actually a strong, kind warrior inside? But one things for sure. He has always been a loyal warrior, and always will be.
History:(optional)During his kit and apprentice years, he was always quiet, shying away from the happy, bubbly society in his world. He always did his own thing, ignoring others who tried telling him what to do, or taunting him, and occasionally picking fightes with him from time to time. His mentor and his parents worried about him, worried he would be the same as he grew up and never getting a real place in the Clan. He ignored them, ignored all of them, until he could stand no more. He yelled and screamed at them. He did not want to be told by anyone what to do. His populariy went to bad to all-time worse. He retreated from the world and has been there ever since, shunning all who dared befriend him. Until his leader, seeing what a dedicated, if unkind warrior he was, made him Deputy of the Clan. He then was happy, happy for the first time. He was Deputy, no one he liked would dare taunt him again. He finally had a place in the Clan.
Kin:None
Mate:None
Offspring:None
Mentor/Apprentice:None
Roleplayer:
Roleplay Sample:(For your first cat only, please have it be at least a paragraph(4-7 sentences) Thanks)
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