Post by Mikita on Apr 26, 2007 0:30:44 GMT -5
Name: Sablefrost
Age: 14 Moons
Alliance: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Sablefrost is large and strong looking. He has broad shoulders and large paws. He's mostly black with white on his chest, belly, face and tail. And two streaks white on his 'hips'. He has dark brown eyes that sort of have a laughing look to them.
Picture: tinypic.com/view.php?pic=4gs42u9 tinypic.com/view.php?pic=3ycgis7
Imagine that kitten all grown up. ^^
Personality: Sablefrost has a great sense of humor, and he loves to play around. Goof off a little. He loves attention and he loves to show off. He kids around a lot. Basically he's still a little immature.
But don't get me wrong, he takes his responsibilities seriously. He's only a kidder when he's off duty. He also hates to be teased and, more often then not, can not laugh at himself. Eventually he'll grow up. But for now, that's how it is for him.
History: His mother is ShadowClan, father is RiverClan. It took a while for him to get accepted as a young kit, which is why he hates being teased today. Once the clan recognized his potential, they mostly laid off him. Well the older ones anyway. He also found that if he didn't take things too seriously then the other apprentices wouldn't treat him so badly, which contributed to his somewhat immature personality today.
When he was just about to become a warrior, he fell paws over head in like with a WindClan apprentice much younger then he. She seemed a little stand-offish at first, but eventually they became secret friends. It makes him sad though, they she thinks of them only as friends.
ICC: Sablefrost swallowed the rest of his meal and eyed the fresh-kill pile, longing for something more then the measly mouse he had just eaten. But he resisted and stood, his thoughts wandering to the gathering that would take place that night. He wondered, again, if Passionpaw would be there. He smiled and decided, since he had nothing else to do, to go see her.
Discreetly, he made his way to the WindClan border. Chances were very slim that Passionpaw would be out, but he wanted to see. There! He smiled, recognizing her beautiful fur from a distance. His heart dropped when he realized she was carrying fresh-kill. Mouse-tails! There was no way she could know he was there. He quickly changed position to make his scent blow towards her. It worked! She paused and looked around before burying her catch before starting up the slope towards him. He waited until she stopped at the border before stepping out to greet her. "Hey, Passionpaw!" he said.
"Wipe that grin off your muzzle, mousebrain!" she said crossly. "What are you thinking!? Don't you know anyone from WindClan could have known you were at the border? Are you trying to get me in trouble or something?"
He sighed inwardly but met her gaze boldly. It was best not to show weakness in face of her wrath.
"I was on my territory, wasn't I? I just wanted to know if you were coming to the gathering tonight!" he explained, knowing it was best to change the subject.
Passionpaw sighed, exasperated. "Would it have killed you to wait until tonight to find that out? I don't know yet, Sablefoot! I have to get back to camp first! Mousebrain."
With that parting shot, she turned and stalked away. He smiled, wistfully wondering if she realized how much he admired her...
Codeword: Mice...a tasty cat treat.
Age: 14 Moons
Alliance: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Sablefrost is large and strong looking. He has broad shoulders and large paws. He's mostly black with white on his chest, belly, face and tail. And two streaks white on his 'hips'. He has dark brown eyes that sort of have a laughing look to them.
Picture: tinypic.com/view.php?pic=4gs42u9 tinypic.com/view.php?pic=3ycgis7
Imagine that kitten all grown up. ^^
Personality: Sablefrost has a great sense of humor, and he loves to play around. Goof off a little. He loves attention and he loves to show off. He kids around a lot. Basically he's still a little immature.
But don't get me wrong, he takes his responsibilities seriously. He's only a kidder when he's off duty. He also hates to be teased and, more often then not, can not laugh at himself. Eventually he'll grow up. But for now, that's how it is for him.
History: His mother is ShadowClan, father is RiverClan. It took a while for him to get accepted as a young kit, which is why he hates being teased today. Once the clan recognized his potential, they mostly laid off him. Well the older ones anyway. He also found that if he didn't take things too seriously then the other apprentices wouldn't treat him so badly, which contributed to his somewhat immature personality today.
When he was just about to become a warrior, he fell paws over head in like with a WindClan apprentice much younger then he. She seemed a little stand-offish at first, but eventually they became secret friends. It makes him sad though, they she thinks of them only as friends.
ICC: Sablefrost swallowed the rest of his meal and eyed the fresh-kill pile, longing for something more then the measly mouse he had just eaten. But he resisted and stood, his thoughts wandering to the gathering that would take place that night. He wondered, again, if Passionpaw would be there. He smiled and decided, since he had nothing else to do, to go see her.
Discreetly, he made his way to the WindClan border. Chances were very slim that Passionpaw would be out, but he wanted to see. There! He smiled, recognizing her beautiful fur from a distance. His heart dropped when he realized she was carrying fresh-kill. Mouse-tails! There was no way she could know he was there. He quickly changed position to make his scent blow towards her. It worked! She paused and looked around before burying her catch before starting up the slope towards him. He waited until she stopped at the border before stepping out to greet her. "Hey, Passionpaw!" he said.
"Wipe that grin off your muzzle, mousebrain!" she said crossly. "What are you thinking!? Don't you know anyone from WindClan could have known you were at the border? Are you trying to get me in trouble or something?"
He sighed inwardly but met her gaze boldly. It was best not to show weakness in face of her wrath.
"I was on my territory, wasn't I? I just wanted to know if you were coming to the gathering tonight!" he explained, knowing it was best to change the subject.
Passionpaw sighed, exasperated. "Would it have killed you to wait until tonight to find that out? I don't know yet, Sablefoot! I have to get back to camp first! Mousebrain."
With that parting shot, she turned and stalked away. He smiled, wistfully wondering if she realized how much he admired her...
Codeword: Mice...a tasty cat treat.
