Post by twosocks on Jul 10, 2007 22:41:22 GMT -5
Tis meh First time rping warriors based rp..>.< hope it's ok
Name: TwoSocks
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
The Tom's fur is the color of dark chocolate when it glimmers in the sun. At Night his fur matches that of the dark shadows, His eyes would be the only thing glowing as the moon reflects it's light on them. Forest Green eyes with a pure black pupil that widens and narrows every now and then. His ears perked high and his slightly fluffed tail swaying behind him. The tip of his tail looked as if it was dipped into white paint. Both front paws looks as if he wore white socks and thats why he is called TwoSocks.
Pic:
Personality:
He is kind and caring. Not at all strict or demanding. He can be over protective to the ones he loves and/or cares about. He isn't the most strongest Tom but he can be rather strong. His kindness for other makes him not blood thirsty, Or threating. He is always honest but if he was told by his leader that he had to lie or something, he would. If someone was to want to start a fight with him he would probably back down, But thats only if they where fighting for no reason. If there was a reason for him to be fighting another Tom/She-cat then he would.
History:
When only a Young kit, TwoSocks was known for his two socked front paws and his white dipped tail. He was soon to become Leader inside his clan until A large forest fire caused the whole clan to run in all directions spreading and separating over all the parts of unknown land. He was a traveler at the age of 6 months. Already lost and alone at such a young age. luckily he happened to bump into the WindClan's old Deputy, Or at least he thought it was the Deputy. TwoSocks had been inside the clan for awhile now but at most times he has an instinct to go explore the loners land. One day while traveling through the Loner terra he had found a very old cat resting at the bottom of a tree stump. He wanted to ignore the old cat but the old cat called him over to chat. The Old cat seemed to be glad to have company and TwoSocks didn't seem to mind sharing his time.
The old cat talked on and on about his history. He also shared some knowledge with the Tom known as TwoSocks. One thing the old cat told him happened to keep him thinking then. It didn't mean as much as it means now to Twosocks. Those words he will remember till the end of time and hopefully, if he has any, to tell his young kit's one day. One Does not choose his own journey.The Journey chooses the one.
IC:
The 24 month old Tom strolled through the lands of WindClan, Each paw stepped seemed to be gently as it tapped the dirty road he oh so wanted to follow. His white tipped tail flicked slowly as he stayed alert of his surroundings, eyes not only looking forward but also looking around him and his ears twitching to every echo, movement and sound that was made around him. Slight ruffles in the bushes happened to catch his attention, Stopping in his tracks he turned to the said sound and seen that it was only that of a squirrel hiding it's food inside the bushes. His Pupil widens as he ignores the foraging squirrel he continues to move forward. He hasn't heard any new orders from the leader of the clan yet and hasn't heard if their was any meetings as of yet.
So far, he has been walking around for hours not quite knowing what he wants to do or what he is going to do. But the words that the old cat told him long time ago: The One does not choose the journey, The journey chooses the one. And as of yet, No Journey has wanted to choose him yet. Will He ever find this path known as a Journey? TwoSocks lets out a slight annoyed sigh, He has been asking that question to himself for awhile but he wants to ask it so someone who will actually answer. He stopped walking his two front paws seemed just a slight bit dim white from how long he has been walking inside dirt. But the dirt on the black part of his pelt seemed to not show any dim stains or marks. Laying down under a tree he takes a small rest wanting to continue his walk later on. TwoSocks laid his head on his paws and let his slightly fluffed tail push the dirt as he swayed it two and fro'. He seemed to had waisted his child hood on trying to prove himself the stronger kit. It got him some attention then, but as fast as it started it ended the same way. Even when he thinks about the day of the large fire, he can't remember his mothers nor fathers face. Shaking away the thought TwoSocks snorted, closing his eyes and covering his snout with his tail. One day, He will be able to accomplish all his goals in life, but for now all the adventure had to wait.
Codeword: Notebook
