Post by Nightpaw on Oct 3, 2010 17:07:03 GMT -5
Cats name: Nightpaw
Age: 7 Moons
Group: ThunderClan
Gender: Tom cat
Position: Apprentice
Description:
Personality: He respects those who deserve respect, if one does not respect him, he will not respect you, even if you are a senior warrior. He is a hard worker and has no special skills in hunting or battling well and he is content with that. The clan is his life and she will protect it with his life. He is a soldier, whatever comes his way, he will shoulder through them, even if it pains him. In the end, he just hopes to have a content life.
Family: (Optional)
History: He and his brother were born healthy, the very first litter to the young she-cat who was their mother. When they were still kits, close to becoming apprentices, both mother and brother got sick and died. His father had died a little before they had been born in a battle. He is an apprentice hoping to become a warrior.
Role play sample: His body jerked and his eyes popped open, the dream in his head lingering in his thoughts. Nothing could stop the storm of pain as it crashed over him, reminding him of seeing his weak brother and mother before they died and joined his father in Starclan. Life had been cruel to him, like a cruel joke that would never stop. He had no ambitions, just a life without drama. Or not an over abundance of it.
Codeword: Cherry Pie
Age: 7 Moons
Group: ThunderClan
Gender: Tom cat
Position: Apprentice
Description:
Personality: He respects those who deserve respect, if one does not respect him, he will not respect you, even if you are a senior warrior. He is a hard worker and has no special skills in hunting or battling well and he is content with that. The clan is his life and she will protect it with his life. He is a soldier, whatever comes his way, he will shoulder through them, even if it pains him. In the end, he just hopes to have a content life.
Family: (Optional)
History: He and his brother were born healthy, the very first litter to the young she-cat who was their mother. When they were still kits, close to becoming apprentices, both mother and brother got sick and died. His father had died a little before they had been born in a battle. He is an apprentice hoping to become a warrior.
Role play sample: His body jerked and his eyes popped open, the dream in his head lingering in his thoughts. Nothing could stop the storm of pain as it crashed over him, reminding him of seeing his weak brother and mother before they died and joined his father in Starclan. Life had been cruel to him, like a cruel joke that would never stop. He had no ambitions, just a life without drama. Or not an over abundance of it.
Codeword: Cherry Pie
