Post by Prowler on Dec 9, 2009 13:23:23 GMT -5
Name of Cat :
Description, Gender, & Age :Silverkit
Silverpaw
Silverclaw
Gray tabby tom with dark green eyes and a nick in his right ear. 28 moons.Relevant History :
Silverkit was born into GrassClan along with three stillborn brothers. He asked many questions about them as a kit, until his mother was killed in a fight along with his father. This devastated the young kit, and he was never playful or outgoing again. Even when he became an apprentice, all he cared about was getting strong enough to earn his warrior name. He eventually earned the name Silverclaw, and swore to protect his clan even at the cost of his life.Rank :
WarriorPersonality :
Loyal. Skeptical. Brave.Silverclaw looks like this!
Roleplay Sample :
It was a morning that was fairly quiet. It wasn't sun-high yet and Fogdrop needed to find some food for the pack this morning. Although the scent of any sort of prey was hard to catch, since the mixture of mud, water and musk was in the air. The cat tails certainly was a hard place to hunt, but it held some of the best morsels within their territory; rabbits. They're kind of small in stature, but they have more meat on them than anything else you could find in the Bhaskara Territory, and he knew it.
A few of them would at least tide them over until that evening. Fogdrop always had been the type to put his pack before himself. This and many other things would be something that he soon needed to teach his heir. Speaking of his heir, the faint scent of her was mixed in with the many other scents as well. He began walking slowly in the direction her scent was coming from, making rustling noises along the way. That was another reason it was so hard to hunt in the cat tails, because the rustling always scared whatever potential prey there was away.
As he kept walking, the scent got even stronger. "Good morning, Lain," he whimpered as she came into view. She looked like she was just as cautious as she always had been, so he twitched his left ear in observance. "You're going to need to get over that if you plan to take over the pack one day," he growled under his breath, with a slight whine afterward. He wasn't threatening her, only telling her the truth. "Enemy dogs won't go easy on you."
He was only trying to protect her, and he hoped that she could understand.
A few of them would at least tide them over until that evening. Fogdrop always had been the type to put his pack before himself. This and many other things would be something that he soon needed to teach his heir. Speaking of his heir, the faint scent of her was mixed in with the many other scents as well. He began walking slowly in the direction her scent was coming from, making rustling noises along the way. That was another reason it was so hard to hunt in the cat tails, because the rustling always scared whatever potential prey there was away.
As he kept walking, the scent got even stronger. "Good morning, Lain," he whimpered as she came into view. She looked like she was just as cautious as she always had been, so he twitched his left ear in observance. "You're going to need to get over that if you plan to take over the pack one day," he growled under his breath, with a slight whine afterward. He wasn't threatening her, only telling her the truth. "Enemy dogs won't go easy on you."
He was only trying to protect her, and he hoped that she could understand.
