Post by Teh Great and Mighty Swifteh on Aug 21, 2008 17:35:00 GMT -5
Name: White
Age: 25 moons
Gender:Tom
Clan: Loner
Position:No position as of yet until joining a clan (Hoping to be medicine cat).
Description: A clean and clear pelt as white as snow. Gentle green eyes and seemingly no battle scars of any sort. Average to small frame with short-hair silky smooth to the touch. Light and agile with sharp eyes and a keen sense of smell. Seemingly average in nearly every aspect from the tip of his nose down to his tail. (More in-depth details upon request)
For a better understanding of what he looks like:
Personality: Generally a gentle cat and pleasant to speak to with a mild but patient personality, hardly ever gets angry at anyone else, not the type to hold grudges. Usually lost in thought over random issues but is keen, sharp, and focussed when others depend on him, determined to get the job done but unwilling to go beyond moral decisions to get it accomplished. Could be considered calm and collected but takes a cautious approach to strangers. Clean and usually smelling of the woods with a sort of calm aura around him.
Crush: N/A
History: White was born a loner. His mother shared his ivory pelt and was named Snow because of it. He has never met his father though, although Snow has spoken of him once or twice. All that he has gathered is that his father was a Clan cat. He never knew very much about the Clans, so he didn't pursue the subject. He also had one other litter mate, his brother Eagle. A few moons after birth, a sudden flash storm came, submerging their den underwater. Struggling to save her kits, Snow paddled exhaustedly trying to pull her kits from the collapsing den. Pulling White from the watery depths and setting him on the safe bank, she dove back underwater to reach for her other kit. She never came back up, or his brother.
RP: A uneasy wind began to blow that came with the dark, hazy clouds, blocking the last rays of sun that shone onto the desolate and sparse grassland. Wincing at the sharp pain that crawled up his paws, the tom continued trudging forward one paw after another ignoring his body's cries for rest and food. He had to deliver the message, just over the mountain on the horizon and past the rows of human houses and their farms.
Sidestepping a deep rabbit hole hidden within the tall grass adorn with weeds and shrubs which claimed much of the abandoned plains, the first drops of rain began to splatter falling on the tip of the white tom's muzzle tip. There was still another day or two of walking if he kept up this pace, stopping for a few hours of rest along the way. Suddenly the wind picked up and changed direction, blowing from the west making the tom suddenly alert when he detected a faint scent of another stranger in the midst. It was..another tom and a fair distance directly behind from his current position. He was being followed.
Keeping up with his normal pace, he continued on his path as if never noticing the stranger at all. Hiding a faint smile, the tom stopped suddenly, closing his eyes to take in a deep breath, letting the damp rain and piercing wind wash over him. He knew it was only a matter of time.
A yowl from nearby assured the tom of his calculations, getting back on his paws and continuing on his path sprinting a far distance between the stranger and himself. He couldn't be stopped, this was more important than his life, than any other single cat's life. With a sudden shock he realized that he felt nothing for the cat who may have injured himself in the rabbit hole. A wave of guilt washed over him, stalling his determination. Then as quickly as it came, he remembered his dream, no..a vision that came to him, he removed all doubt from his mind..blank. The white tom cracked a faint and almost sinister smile. He felt something. He felt sympathy for any cat which was going to cross his path.
Codeword: Leaf Whisperings[/color]
Age: 25 moons
Gender:Tom
Clan: Loner
Position:No position as of yet until joining a clan (Hoping to be medicine cat).
Description: A clean and clear pelt as white as snow. Gentle green eyes and seemingly no battle scars of any sort. Average to small frame with short-hair silky smooth to the touch. Light and agile with sharp eyes and a keen sense of smell. Seemingly average in nearly every aspect from the tip of his nose down to his tail. (More in-depth details upon request)
For a better understanding of what he looks like:
Personality: Generally a gentle cat and pleasant to speak to with a mild but patient personality, hardly ever gets angry at anyone else, not the type to hold grudges. Usually lost in thought over random issues but is keen, sharp, and focussed when others depend on him, determined to get the job done but unwilling to go beyond moral decisions to get it accomplished. Could be considered calm and collected but takes a cautious approach to strangers. Clean and usually smelling of the woods with a sort of calm aura around him.
Crush: N/A
History: White was born a loner. His mother shared his ivory pelt and was named Snow because of it. He has never met his father though, although Snow has spoken of him once or twice. All that he has gathered is that his father was a Clan cat. He never knew very much about the Clans, so he didn't pursue the subject. He also had one other litter mate, his brother Eagle. A few moons after birth, a sudden flash storm came, submerging their den underwater. Struggling to save her kits, Snow paddled exhaustedly trying to pull her kits from the collapsing den. Pulling White from the watery depths and setting him on the safe bank, she dove back underwater to reach for her other kit. She never came back up, or his brother.
RP: A uneasy wind began to blow that came with the dark, hazy clouds, blocking the last rays of sun that shone onto the desolate and sparse grassland. Wincing at the sharp pain that crawled up his paws, the tom continued trudging forward one paw after another ignoring his body's cries for rest and food. He had to deliver the message, just over the mountain on the horizon and past the rows of human houses and their farms.
Sidestepping a deep rabbit hole hidden within the tall grass adorn with weeds and shrubs which claimed much of the abandoned plains, the first drops of rain began to splatter falling on the tip of the white tom's muzzle tip. There was still another day or two of walking if he kept up this pace, stopping for a few hours of rest along the way. Suddenly the wind picked up and changed direction, blowing from the west making the tom suddenly alert when he detected a faint scent of another stranger in the midst. It was..another tom and a fair distance directly behind from his current position. He was being followed.
Keeping up with his normal pace, he continued on his path as if never noticing the stranger at all. Hiding a faint smile, the tom stopped suddenly, closing his eyes to take in a deep breath, letting the damp rain and piercing wind wash over him. He knew it was only a matter of time.
A yowl from nearby assured the tom of his calculations, getting back on his paws and continuing on his path sprinting a far distance between the stranger and himself. He couldn't be stopped, this was more important than his life, than any other single cat's life. With a sudden shock he realized that he felt nothing for the cat who may have injured himself in the rabbit hole. A wave of guilt washed over him, stalling his determination. Then as quickly as it came, he remembered his dream, no..a vision that came to him, he removed all doubt from his mind..blank. The white tom cracked a faint and almost sinister smile. He felt something. He felt sympathy for any cat which was going to cross his path.
Codeword: Leaf Whisperings[/color]
