Post by OnyxR on Jun 23, 2008 17:12:25 GMT -5
name: Fallingwind
gender: male
clan: Windclan
rank:Warrior
description:
Fallingwind has pure, snow white fur that blends perfectly into the winter if it weren’t for his bright blood red eyes. He is albino, but he has excellent hearing and sight and all. His tail which has longer fur than the rest of his body is long and silky. He has pink skin and pads, small paws and long legs. HE has small scars all over his paws that you have to look very closely to see. His eyes seem to turn a purplish shade when he stands under green or blue shadows(aka, like trees and shrubs shadows)
picture:
personality:
Stoic, aggressive, and over all coldhearted. He hates ‘stupid rats that mess everything up’ AKA, kits and apprentices, Though he has high respect for his elders, and she-cats, especially queens. He is very straightforward about his feelings and attitude towards certain things and will openly show his distaste for others and their choices. He is very obedient towards his leader, doing and accepting what he is told to, saying that “Leaders should be able to make the right choices always, if they really are a worthy leader, And that it is the blame falls upon them if they force the clan into making a wrong move.” He can be very stereotypical about other clans, (‘Thunderclan is too softhearted’, ‘all Shadowclan cats are evil’, ect.) unless an individual can prove themselves worthy of otherwise. Despite how he treats his clanmates, he does care about them, showing it more through scolding and criticism. He has a hero attitude: He would die for his clan, but would much rather live for it.
He calls young cats like apprentices and kits, Rats. (‘brat’, ‘rat’)
history: When he was just a kit, his sister Fortunekit, whom looked almost exactly like him except her tail had short fur, died. They were very close and so this caused him to start keeping more to himself, and was the beginning of his cold. Half way through his apprenticeship, a tabby tom was able to make friends with the lonely Fallingpaw. The became best friends and were made warriors together. On a border patrol at one point in Leafbare, they were attacked by a Riverclan patrol. Both Riverclan cats and Fallingwind’s friend got caught under the frozen river and drowned. He reseated further and became completely dead to everything, only doing what he was told and nothing more. He had a dream about when he was a kit again, and his sister was still alive, after that he began to go back to his usual grumpy self, and still is to this day.
ic : Fallingwind watched as the tail bobbed up and down while the front end dived down slightly to lick up the puddle. His claws scraped at the semi-frozen ground and he leaned back slightly, getting ready to pounce on the dining rabbit. ’It might as well already be in freshkill pile!’ the tom thought with a small smirk. He finally jumped, small feet not making a sound as they pushed off the ground. Fallingwind landed gracefully on top of the rabbit, pinning it to the earth and his fangs diving down to penetrate into the small creatures neck. He felt the last twitch leave the creature and it’s the sound of small heart beats stop. He could feel the drizzle of blood coming from the wound but it was inevitable. The body was cooling quickly as he picked it up and headed back towards camp, mumbling through his teeth to himself, “stupid thing, how did it survive this long...” And with those last words he slipped behind a rock, Windclan camp in sight.
codeword: Twilight
gender: male
clan: Windclan
rank:Warrior
description:
Fallingwind has pure, snow white fur that blends perfectly into the winter if it weren’t for his bright blood red eyes. He is albino, but he has excellent hearing and sight and all. His tail which has longer fur than the rest of his body is long and silky. He has pink skin and pads, small paws and long legs. HE has small scars all over his paws that you have to look very closely to see. His eyes seem to turn a purplish shade when he stands under green or blue shadows(aka, like trees and shrubs shadows)
picture:
personality:
Stoic, aggressive, and over all coldhearted. He hates ‘stupid rats that mess everything up’ AKA, kits and apprentices, Though he has high respect for his elders, and she-cats, especially queens. He is very straightforward about his feelings and attitude towards certain things and will openly show his distaste for others and their choices. He is very obedient towards his leader, doing and accepting what he is told to, saying that “Leaders should be able to make the right choices always, if they really are a worthy leader, And that it is the blame falls upon them if they force the clan into making a wrong move.” He can be very stereotypical about other clans, (‘Thunderclan is too softhearted’, ‘all Shadowclan cats are evil’, ect.) unless an individual can prove themselves worthy of otherwise. Despite how he treats his clanmates, he does care about them, showing it more through scolding and criticism. He has a hero attitude: He would die for his clan, but would much rather live for it.
He calls young cats like apprentices and kits, Rats. (‘brat’, ‘rat’)
history: When he was just a kit, his sister Fortunekit, whom looked almost exactly like him except her tail had short fur, died. They were very close and so this caused him to start keeping more to himself, and was the beginning of his cold. Half way through his apprenticeship, a tabby tom was able to make friends with the lonely Fallingpaw. The became best friends and were made warriors together. On a border patrol at one point in Leafbare, they were attacked by a Riverclan patrol. Both Riverclan cats and Fallingwind’s friend got caught under the frozen river and drowned. He reseated further and became completely dead to everything, only doing what he was told and nothing more. He had a dream about when he was a kit again, and his sister was still alive, after that he began to go back to his usual grumpy self, and still is to this day.
ic : Fallingwind watched as the tail bobbed up and down while the front end dived down slightly to lick up the puddle. His claws scraped at the semi-frozen ground and he leaned back slightly, getting ready to pounce on the dining rabbit. ’It might as well already be in freshkill pile!’ the tom thought with a small smirk. He finally jumped, small feet not making a sound as they pushed off the ground. Fallingwind landed gracefully on top of the rabbit, pinning it to the earth and his fangs diving down to penetrate into the small creatures neck. He felt the last twitch leave the creature and it’s the sound of small heart beats stop. He could feel the drizzle of blood coming from the wound but it was inevitable. The body was cooling quickly as he picked it up and headed back towards camp, mumbling through his teeth to himself, “stupid thing, how did it survive this long...” And with those last words he slipped behind a rock, Windclan camp in sight.
codeword: Twilight
