Post by lightningpaw on Jun 30, 2008 6:39:11 GMT -5
Name: Knifeclaw
Gender: Tom
Clan: None yet
Rank: Loner
Pic:
Description:
Knifeclaw has the typical tabby-cat look, in all honesty. He has the normal marking you would expect of a taby cat- grey fur with black striped. His pelt is short and sleek, but is also incredibly smooth. Slightly pointed ears sit atop his head and he has a long, thin tail that often shows his mood. His eyes are a beautiful green colour.
Personality:
Knifeclaw is a happy cat of a year old. He spends a lot of time playing and running around, burning off all of his excessive energy. He is generally friendly but, when in a bad mood, can be rather agressive. He is quite intelligent.
History:
His parents lived in a clan a long way from here and went by the name of dewclaw and lightningclaw. The litter consisted of four kits, coalkit, stormkit, inkkit and knifekit. The litter had a good start to life in the fact that they generally got to do as they wished with restrictions. There learning processes were varied, but eventually all four became great cats. Knifeclaw split from his parents' clan to stat a new life.
IC: Night was starting as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an array of colours across the sky. The moon hung like a silver plate to the east and, for one cat, it was the begining of another long walk.
He had taken to sleeping in the day, when it was hottest and there were more animals to bug you, and travelling at night thoughhe was slowly becoing more active in the day to. Once night settled, however, he was moreenergetic tha ever.
When on a long journey most cats tended to take it slow, walk slowly, observe what was going on around them- but not knifepaw. Knifepaw much preferred to sprint across the fields and use his boundless energy, playing in the fields and generally having a good time. He saw no need for caution and threw it to the winds.
Today was such a night- he sprinted across field after field and then a scent hit him. His nose twitched and head tilted to one side as he stopped dead in his tracks. That was the scent of cat, not just one but many. He became more cautious, but still trotted forwards until he realised this was a land of clans. Just what he'd been hoping for. Smirk crept across his face. Maybe here would be the place.
With a smooth gait he trotted into the lands and sighed. Where to go? There were numerous clans, so many choices, how could he decide which way was the right path?
Codeword: Twilight
Gender: Tom
Clan: None yet
Rank: Loner
Pic:
Description:
Knifeclaw has the typical tabby-cat look, in all honesty. He has the normal marking you would expect of a taby cat- grey fur with black striped. His pelt is short and sleek, but is also incredibly smooth. Slightly pointed ears sit atop his head and he has a long, thin tail that often shows his mood. His eyes are a beautiful green colour.
Personality:
Knifeclaw is a happy cat of a year old. He spends a lot of time playing and running around, burning off all of his excessive energy. He is generally friendly but, when in a bad mood, can be rather agressive. He is quite intelligent.
History:
His parents lived in a clan a long way from here and went by the name of dewclaw and lightningclaw. The litter consisted of four kits, coalkit, stormkit, inkkit and knifekit. The litter had a good start to life in the fact that they generally got to do as they wished with restrictions. There learning processes were varied, but eventually all four became great cats. Knifeclaw split from his parents' clan to stat a new life.
IC: Night was starting as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an array of colours across the sky. The moon hung like a silver plate to the east and, for one cat, it was the begining of another long walk.
He had taken to sleeping in the day, when it was hottest and there were more animals to bug you, and travelling at night thoughhe was slowly becoing more active in the day to. Once night settled, however, he was moreenergetic tha ever.
When on a long journey most cats tended to take it slow, walk slowly, observe what was going on around them- but not knifepaw. Knifepaw much preferred to sprint across the fields and use his boundless energy, playing in the fields and generally having a good time. He saw no need for caution and threw it to the winds.
Today was such a night- he sprinted across field after field and then a scent hit him. His nose twitched and head tilted to one side as he stopped dead in his tracks. That was the scent of cat, not just one but many. He became more cautious, but still trotted forwards until he realised this was a land of clans. Just what he'd been hoping for. Smirk crept across his face. Maybe here would be the place.
With a smooth gait he trotted into the lands and sighed. Where to go? There were numerous clans, so many choices, how could he decide which way was the right path?
Codeword: Twilight
