Post by wakada on Nov 12, 2007 15:54:19 GMT -5
Name: Stripedear
Age: 12 moons
Gender:Male
Clan: RippleClan
Position: Warrior
Personality: He is very laid back most of the time, not caring much about anything until it becomes drastic to do so. He is also very optomisitc, believing in the very best until the very worst happens. He prefers lazing around to anything else, but he will do something of ordered. He tries very hard to get everyone to like him, but ends up failing miserably, usually coming across as an obnoxious know-it-all. Underneath all his major flaws, he really is a caring induviual.
Cat Description: Stripedear is a dark-brown tabby cat. He has bright yellow-green eyes. He has thick dark stripes all around his eyes. His fur is almost always unkempt, and it's a rare thing to find something not getting stuck in it. The fur on his paws is all black. He has a long sleek tail, which is probably the only part of his fur that isn't messy.
History: Stripedear came from a happy family, of his mother, and father. His family spoiled him rotten when he was a kit, allowing him to basically run free. What happened when he was a kit stayed with him through the rest of his life. He didn't even want to become an apprentice when he turned six moons old, but his parents encouraged and pushed him to do so. When he was apprenticed however, he usually slacked off most of the time, disobeying his mentor. However, with the pushing from his mentor Stripedear started to improve little by little. He worked hard to become a warrior, at eight moons he became one. Now, as a warrior he still slacks off from time to time, but he's gotten much better.
Role-Playing Example: Stripedear heaved himself from his mossy bed with a yawn, stepping over forms of sleeping cats on his way out of the den. As he left the den, he looked longingly back at the cats, oh how he wished he was them. He had been assigned hunting duty this early morning, and anyone who knew Stripedear knew he wasn't a morning person. He padded slowly, eyes almost drooping to the entrance of the camp, hoping to save his last seconds of sleep.No matter how slowly he padded, he still reached the entrance way too fast. He gave his second yawn that morning, fully opned his eyes, and bounded out of the camp.
Other Notes: His name matches his description....
Age: 12 moons
Gender:Male
Clan: RippleClan
Position: Warrior
Personality: He is very laid back most of the time, not caring much about anything until it becomes drastic to do so. He is also very optomisitc, believing in the very best until the very worst happens. He prefers lazing around to anything else, but he will do something of ordered. He tries very hard to get everyone to like him, but ends up failing miserably, usually coming across as an obnoxious know-it-all. Underneath all his major flaws, he really is a caring induviual.
Cat Description: Stripedear is a dark-brown tabby cat. He has bright yellow-green eyes. He has thick dark stripes all around his eyes. His fur is almost always unkempt, and it's a rare thing to find something not getting stuck in it. The fur on his paws is all black. He has a long sleek tail, which is probably the only part of his fur that isn't messy.
History: Stripedear came from a happy family, of his mother, and father. His family spoiled him rotten when he was a kit, allowing him to basically run free. What happened when he was a kit stayed with him through the rest of his life. He didn't even want to become an apprentice when he turned six moons old, but his parents encouraged and pushed him to do so. When he was apprenticed however, he usually slacked off most of the time, disobeying his mentor. However, with the pushing from his mentor Stripedear started to improve little by little. He worked hard to become a warrior, at eight moons he became one. Now, as a warrior he still slacks off from time to time, but he's gotten much better.
Role-Playing Example: Stripedear heaved himself from his mossy bed with a yawn, stepping over forms of sleeping cats on his way out of the den. As he left the den, he looked longingly back at the cats, oh how he wished he was them. He had been assigned hunting duty this early morning, and anyone who knew Stripedear knew he wasn't a morning person. He padded slowly, eyes almost drooping to the entrance of the camp, hoping to save his last seconds of sleep.No matter how slowly he padded, he still reached the entrance way too fast. He gave his second yawn that morning, fully opned his eyes, and bounded out of the camp.
Other Notes: His name matches his description....
