Post by mountainfire on May 17, 2007 17:39:13 GMT -5
Name: Nightfur
Gender: Tom
Clan:WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Pic:
Description:A lean jet black tom with a long tail and golden eyes. His appearance makes him nearly invisible during the night.
Personality:Nightfur is a subtle cat who doesn't like to fight; that doesn't mean he won't claw your fur out if you invade his territory. Though he's a moorland cat, he's a better fisher than a rabbit hunter.
History:His father was deputy of WindClan and his mentor. He lost his father during a blizzard and nearly lost his life. If it wasn't for a RiverClan cat, he would have frozen to death in the river. His mother was a loner before the WindClan's leader accepted her as a WindClan warrior. Nightfur's black pelt earned him the name Nightfur and his eyes help him hunt during the night. Many cats call him Cat of Moonrise.
IC: It was nighttime. The full moon was almost here. Nightfur stalked after a rabbit hopping through the forest. All his senses were fine-tuned to hunt down prey. His ears swiveled backwards as he heard distant pawsteps. His eyes stayed focused on the rabbit, but he was now keen of a cat quickly approaching. He forgot about the rabbit and sniffed the air. "A rogue", he thought to himself. He hid in the undergrowth as the rogue padded into the clearing. Even though it was dark, Nightfur saw that its pelt was a light brown- almost ginger. He stepped out of the shadows and blocked the rogue's path. He asked calmly, not wanting to fight, "What are you doing?" The rogue's answer was a swipe to the ear. As blood poured down Nightfur's face, his lips curled back into a menacing snarl as he pounced. He raked his claws down the cat's face, and gave it a vicious bite to the ears that sent it squealing off into the woods. "And don't come back,"Nightfur said. Letting out a triumphant caterwaul, he meowed, "I'm the Cat of the Moon.
Codeword: Mice... a tasty treat.
Gender: Tom
Clan:WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Pic:
Description:A lean jet black tom with a long tail and golden eyes. His appearance makes him nearly invisible during the night.
Personality:Nightfur is a subtle cat who doesn't like to fight; that doesn't mean he won't claw your fur out if you invade his territory. Though he's a moorland cat, he's a better fisher than a rabbit hunter.
History:His father was deputy of WindClan and his mentor. He lost his father during a blizzard and nearly lost his life. If it wasn't for a RiverClan cat, he would have frozen to death in the river. His mother was a loner before the WindClan's leader accepted her as a WindClan warrior. Nightfur's black pelt earned him the name Nightfur and his eyes help him hunt during the night. Many cats call him Cat of Moonrise.
IC: It was nighttime. The full moon was almost here. Nightfur stalked after a rabbit hopping through the forest. All his senses were fine-tuned to hunt down prey. His ears swiveled backwards as he heard distant pawsteps. His eyes stayed focused on the rabbit, but he was now keen of a cat quickly approaching. He forgot about the rabbit and sniffed the air. "A rogue", he thought to himself. He hid in the undergrowth as the rogue padded into the clearing. Even though it was dark, Nightfur saw that its pelt was a light brown- almost ginger. He stepped out of the shadows and blocked the rogue's path. He asked calmly, not wanting to fight, "What are you doing?" The rogue's answer was a swipe to the ear. As blood poured down Nightfur's face, his lips curled back into a menacing snarl as he pounced. He raked his claws down the cat's face, and gave it a vicious bite to the ears that sent it squealing off into the woods. "And don't come back,"Nightfur said. Letting out a triumphant caterwaul, he meowed, "I'm the Cat of the Moon.
Codeword: Mice... a tasty treat.
