Post by ~*hawkclaw*~ on Apr 19, 2007 10:26:31 GMT -5
Name: Hawkclaw
Age: 16 moons
Alliance: WindClan
Rank: warrior
Gender: tom
Appearance: Hawkclaw is a mostly black cat, with splotches of white adorning his pelt. His eyes are an icy blue, that pierce the mind and reflect the sun's golden rays. His face and head are black, same with his nose. But by his lip, a small clump of white fur sits. His belly is a snowy white color like the tips of his paws. On hsi left front paw, however, the paw pad is pure sleek black, unlike the pink others. He is a tad bit over weight, but mostly it is from the muscle on him. His whiskers are a contrasting white against his black face and add to the mysterious look he has.
Picture: my cat
Personality: He is weary when others approach. Then he creeps closer to see who and what it is. He springs infront of his opponent and stands his ground. He fights till every ounze of sreghnth seaps from his body. Everyone will know his name. They will have a scar with his name on it. They WILL remember.
History: As a small kit, he was abandoned. He barley remembers his parents. He was left alone in the mountain wilderness. He often sat on the edge of the cliff watching the hawks and falcons fling freely in the clear blue sky. When he sat there, he wished he could fly so he would be free.
ICC: (at least seven sentences of roleplaying)Hawkclaw awoken as the sun slowly rose into the sky. She sniffed the krisp morning air. Her eyes gazed across the ground. She saw the blades of grass that were sprinkled with krystal clear dew drops. She hualed herself to her feet to catch a quick meal. Hawkclaw was surrounded by trees, plants and life. She heard birds chirping overhead and mice scuffling along the ground. She pinpionted a sound from a mouse. She crept closer to her soon-to-be meal. She saw her idle meal deaf to the world around it, she got into a crouching position. Then she sprang toward her meal. When the mouse finaly turned its head it was to late. She ended its misery with a quick bite to the neck. Once her belly was satistfied she made her way to her next spot, she went as she pleased.
Codeword: Mice...a tasty cat treat
Age: 16 moons
Alliance: WindClan
Rank: warrior
Gender: tom
Appearance: Hawkclaw is a mostly black cat, with splotches of white adorning his pelt. His eyes are an icy blue, that pierce the mind and reflect the sun's golden rays. His face and head are black, same with his nose. But by his lip, a small clump of white fur sits. His belly is a snowy white color like the tips of his paws. On hsi left front paw, however, the paw pad is pure sleek black, unlike the pink others. He is a tad bit over weight, but mostly it is from the muscle on him. His whiskers are a contrasting white against his black face and add to the mysterious look he has.
Picture: my cat
Personality: He is weary when others approach. Then he creeps closer to see who and what it is. He springs infront of his opponent and stands his ground. He fights till every ounze of sreghnth seaps from his body. Everyone will know his name. They will have a scar with his name on it. They WILL remember.
History: As a small kit, he was abandoned. He barley remembers his parents. He was left alone in the mountain wilderness. He often sat on the edge of the cliff watching the hawks and falcons fling freely in the clear blue sky. When he sat there, he wished he could fly so he would be free.
ICC: (at least seven sentences of roleplaying)Hawkclaw awoken as the sun slowly rose into the sky. She sniffed the krisp morning air. Her eyes gazed across the ground. She saw the blades of grass that were sprinkled with krystal clear dew drops. She hualed herself to her feet to catch a quick meal. Hawkclaw was surrounded by trees, plants and life. She heard birds chirping overhead and mice scuffling along the ground. She pinpionted a sound from a mouse. She crept closer to her soon-to-be meal. She saw her idle meal deaf to the world around it, she got into a crouching position. Then she sprang toward her meal. When the mouse finaly turned its head it was to late. She ended its misery with a quick bite to the neck. Once her belly was satistfied she made her way to her next spot, she went as she pleased.
Codeword: Mice...a tasty cat treat
