Post by lunarfur on Dec 9, 2007 15:31:28 GMT -5
Name:
Airwing
Age:
34 moons
Gender:
Tom cat
Clan:
RippleClan
Position:
Warrior
Personality:
Kind, but stern. Airwing is kind to any cat, but sometimes has a short temper. If his fur gets brushed the wrong way he will swipe in a split second, he goes by the warrior code lots of the time but sometimes is thought to be too kind to the other clans. Every emotion he ever feels runs through his glowing eyes. At points in time he will get very quiet, almost to the point of never speaking, other times he likes to chatter with other cats and enjoy life. His short temper causes him to sometimes be kept away from, but he won't go off in rage as soon as most cats think.
Cat Description:
Airwing has a bright snow white pelt with splotches of seep dark smoky grey. The grey is filled with just a tad bit lighter Tabby stripes that are barley visible. His back legs are grey but have white paws and his ears are folded, he is almost purebred Scottish fold. His fur is about an inch long all around and he has three white splotches covering his mouth. One eye is yellowish orange and the other is deep emerald green.
History:
Airwing was born in the mountains far away. His mother used to be a kittypet and she was pure bread Scottish fold. His father was a loner, but they fell in love and so Air, as his name used to be, was born. They moved from up in the mountains to down in the foothills. Him and his parents live down in the foothills until he was 4 moons old. Then in the summer a great drought came, they were forced to moved to a new place, the forests. His parents tried to join clans but were never able to make it. For the sake of their kit the left him with the clans too live, so his life would be better. He saw them every once in a while, but their visits came to a stop. He now lives as a loyal warrior of RippleClan.
Role-Playing Example:
*Grabs one*
Airwing sat near the edge of a cliff next to his best friend Tail of ShootingStar. Many moons had passed by since they had met up and began traveling the mountains. Along the way they had met some pretty cool cats and gone through some tough hardship but they had always made it though. On this day they sat contentedly chatting to one another as if life couldn't get any better.
"Hey Tail, remember the time when you got scared by that mouse?" Airwing laughed ducking in case Tail wanted to land a blow.
"Yes, you'll never let me forget it will you Foldedears?" Tail laughed and swiped at his head playfully.
"I though I told you to not call me that?" Airwing grinned evilly and pawed at Tails head.
"Ahh! Fine fine!" She laughed ducking out of the way.
Other Notes:
Airwing
Age:
34 moons
Gender:
Tom cat
Clan:
RippleClan
Position:
Warrior
Personality:
Kind, but stern. Airwing is kind to any cat, but sometimes has a short temper. If his fur gets brushed the wrong way he will swipe in a split second, he goes by the warrior code lots of the time but sometimes is thought to be too kind to the other clans. Every emotion he ever feels runs through his glowing eyes. At points in time he will get very quiet, almost to the point of never speaking, other times he likes to chatter with other cats and enjoy life. His short temper causes him to sometimes be kept away from, but he won't go off in rage as soon as most cats think.
Cat Description:
Airwing has a bright snow white pelt with splotches of seep dark smoky grey. The grey is filled with just a tad bit lighter Tabby stripes that are barley visible. His back legs are grey but have white paws and his ears are folded, he is almost purebred Scottish fold. His fur is about an inch long all around and he has three white splotches covering his mouth. One eye is yellowish orange and the other is deep emerald green.
History:
Airwing was born in the mountains far away. His mother used to be a kittypet and she was pure bread Scottish fold. His father was a loner, but they fell in love and so Air, as his name used to be, was born. They moved from up in the mountains to down in the foothills. Him and his parents live down in the foothills until he was 4 moons old. Then in the summer a great drought came, they were forced to moved to a new place, the forests. His parents tried to join clans but were never able to make it. For the sake of their kit the left him with the clans too live, so his life would be better. He saw them every once in a while, but their visits came to a stop. He now lives as a loyal warrior of RippleClan.
Role-Playing Example:
*Grabs one*
Airwing sat near the edge of a cliff next to his best friend Tail of ShootingStar. Many moons had passed by since they had met up and began traveling the mountains. Along the way they had met some pretty cool cats and gone through some tough hardship but they had always made it though. On this day they sat contentedly chatting to one another as if life couldn't get any better.
"Hey Tail, remember the time when you got scared by that mouse?" Airwing laughed ducking in case Tail wanted to land a blow.
"Yes, you'll never let me forget it will you Foldedears?" Tail laughed and swiped at his head playfully.
"I though I told you to not call me that?" Airwing grinned evilly and pawed at Tails head.
"Ahh! Fine fine!" She laughed ducking out of the way.
Other Notes:
