Post by nightsky on May 20, 2007 14:08:39 GMT -5
Name: Fleetfoot
Age: 11 moons.
Gender:Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Position:Warrior
Description:
Fleetfoot is a sleek tom who is small for his age. He has just become a warrior a few days ago, so he is still new to the whole thing. But he is very talented even so. He is lithe and muscled, and one of the swiftest cats in the Clan. His fur is short as most RiverClan cats are, but it has a windblown, fluffy look to it anyway. His pelt is silvery in color, with a mix of brown and black markings all over his ears and back. His whiskers are long and his tail is bushy like a fox's. Despite his small size, Fleetfoot has very long legs that make him a fast runner and a strong swimmer. He is a little menacing in appearance, like a dark shadow, but once you get used to him its fine. His meow is low and toned, almost whispery. Fleetfoot has an air of mystique around him. His gaze is incredibley peircing, even when he doesn't mean it to be. For his eyes are one of his most intense features. They are a rare, icy color of pure, shining silver that illuminate in the sunlight and stick out even in the darkness.
Personality: Fleetfoot is named for his quick agility and extraordinary fishing skills that make him a true RiverClan cat. He is clever and thoughtful, which makes his skills valuable. Even as a young warrior he has proved himself to be very trustful. He is very sensible and doesn't rush his decisions. Fleetfoot is wise beyond his moons, and understands more than even some of the older warriors. He is very responsible and loyal to his Clan and the warrior code above all else. He has never broken it before. As a new warrior Fleetfoot is eager to prove himself, and both determined and ambitious. He wants to be the best warrior he can be, and above all he wants to be respected. Fleetfoot hates it when cats underestimate him.
He is always calm and almost never panics even if the situation looks grim. He is very quiet most of the time, and only talks if he feels that it is an important occasion to do so. Fleetfoot is a little emotionless and guarded, so that makes him a little mysterious even toward his clanmates.
Some cats would call his personality dark, and it is a little bit, but once you get to know Fleetfoot he is loyal even though he is fierce and silent.
Crush: Not yet
History: Fleetfoot was not born in RiverClan. He was born in a small rogue band outside loner territory. When the rogues' barn collapsed, they went in search of a new home. Fang, Fleetfoot's mom, was pregnant at that time, and the rogues needed a safe place with lots of food and water to shelter. So they found RiverClan territory and moved in. But when the Clan found them, they attempted to chase the rogues out. The rogue leader decided to attack the Clan, resulting in a large battle. But in the midst of this, Fang snuck out. She was giving birth to her kits, but because of battle injuries, only one kit survived. She did not want him, so she abandoned him in RiverClan territory when the rogues were chased out.
That day, another queen was also giving birth outside the camp. Her only kit was still-born, so devistated, she returned to camp. But on her way, she found Fang's abandoned kitten. He smelled of rogue, and she didn't know if RiverClan would accept him. So she nursed him for a few days, and then came back to camp with him and claimed him as her own. That kit was Fleetfoot. And so it came to be that he grew up in this Clan, never learning the truth. His foster mother had always planned to tell him and the whole Clan one day, but she died when Fleetfoot was an apprentice, and the secret was lost forever.
RP: By now, Kate knows this part of the jungle well, being the adventurous type. So her feet carry her almost automatically through the leaves, avoiding any known obsticals as she continues to think about other things. Maybe she should try to make herself useful. Perhaps she could help Sayid with the transmitter back at camp, or find something useful to do out here.
She barely notices as she wanders into a clearing in the jungle. Her footsteps, made loud by the crunchy jungle roots, are now softened by the soft dirt. Kate sighs. Maybe she can rest here. Green eyes scan the clearing, only to spot another woman nearby, crouching near a plant Kate doesn't recognize. The woman is so quiet even now that it is no wonder Kate didn't notice her at first. The woman doesn't look up yet, but Kate is taken by surprise and she gasps slightly before collecting herself.
"Juliet!" She blinks in recognition and instinctively says the name. This is probably the last person Kate wants to see right now, but she's relieved even if she won't admit it that it isn't someone more dangerous. Not that Kate didn't think of Juliet as dangerous. She still doesn't buy one bit of that innocent act.
"Sorry. You scared me." Kate lets herself relax a little, her fists unclenching. Her voice is a little stiff, there is obvious tension between them since the incident with the handcuffs. She still watches Juliet warily, her guard back up by now. Her look is piercing, it is almost a glare, but Kate doesn't say anything reproachful. She doesn't want to fight right now.
"What are you doing out here?" She asks, half suspicious, half curious as she eyes the leaves.
Age: 11 moons.
Gender:Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Position:Warrior
Description:
Fleetfoot is a sleek tom who is small for his age. He has just become a warrior a few days ago, so he is still new to the whole thing. But he is very talented even so. He is lithe and muscled, and one of the swiftest cats in the Clan. His fur is short as most RiverClan cats are, but it has a windblown, fluffy look to it anyway. His pelt is silvery in color, with a mix of brown and black markings all over his ears and back. His whiskers are long and his tail is bushy like a fox's. Despite his small size, Fleetfoot has very long legs that make him a fast runner and a strong swimmer. He is a little menacing in appearance, like a dark shadow, but once you get used to him its fine. His meow is low and toned, almost whispery. Fleetfoot has an air of mystique around him. His gaze is incredibley peircing, even when he doesn't mean it to be. For his eyes are one of his most intense features. They are a rare, icy color of pure, shining silver that illuminate in the sunlight and stick out even in the darkness.
Personality: Fleetfoot is named for his quick agility and extraordinary fishing skills that make him a true RiverClan cat. He is clever and thoughtful, which makes his skills valuable. Even as a young warrior he has proved himself to be very trustful. He is very sensible and doesn't rush his decisions. Fleetfoot is wise beyond his moons, and understands more than even some of the older warriors. He is very responsible and loyal to his Clan and the warrior code above all else. He has never broken it before. As a new warrior Fleetfoot is eager to prove himself, and both determined and ambitious. He wants to be the best warrior he can be, and above all he wants to be respected. Fleetfoot hates it when cats underestimate him.
He is always calm and almost never panics even if the situation looks grim. He is very quiet most of the time, and only talks if he feels that it is an important occasion to do so. Fleetfoot is a little emotionless and guarded, so that makes him a little mysterious even toward his clanmates.
Some cats would call his personality dark, and it is a little bit, but once you get to know Fleetfoot he is loyal even though he is fierce and silent.
Crush: Not yet
History: Fleetfoot was not born in RiverClan. He was born in a small rogue band outside loner territory. When the rogues' barn collapsed, they went in search of a new home. Fang, Fleetfoot's mom, was pregnant at that time, and the rogues needed a safe place with lots of food and water to shelter. So they found RiverClan territory and moved in. But when the Clan found them, they attempted to chase the rogues out. The rogue leader decided to attack the Clan, resulting in a large battle. But in the midst of this, Fang snuck out. She was giving birth to her kits, but because of battle injuries, only one kit survived. She did not want him, so she abandoned him in RiverClan territory when the rogues were chased out.
That day, another queen was also giving birth outside the camp. Her only kit was still-born, so devistated, she returned to camp. But on her way, she found Fang's abandoned kitten. He smelled of rogue, and she didn't know if RiverClan would accept him. So she nursed him for a few days, and then came back to camp with him and claimed him as her own. That kit was Fleetfoot. And so it came to be that he grew up in this Clan, never learning the truth. His foster mother had always planned to tell him and the whole Clan one day, but she died when Fleetfoot was an apprentice, and the secret was lost forever.
RP: By now, Kate knows this part of the jungle well, being the adventurous type. So her feet carry her almost automatically through the leaves, avoiding any known obsticals as she continues to think about other things. Maybe she should try to make herself useful. Perhaps she could help Sayid with the transmitter back at camp, or find something useful to do out here.
She barely notices as she wanders into a clearing in the jungle. Her footsteps, made loud by the crunchy jungle roots, are now softened by the soft dirt. Kate sighs. Maybe she can rest here. Green eyes scan the clearing, only to spot another woman nearby, crouching near a plant Kate doesn't recognize. The woman is so quiet even now that it is no wonder Kate didn't notice her at first. The woman doesn't look up yet, but Kate is taken by surprise and she gasps slightly before collecting herself.
"Juliet!" She blinks in recognition and instinctively says the name. This is probably the last person Kate wants to see right now, but she's relieved even if she won't admit it that it isn't someone more dangerous. Not that Kate didn't think of Juliet as dangerous. She still doesn't buy one bit of that innocent act.
"Sorry. You scared me." Kate lets herself relax a little, her fists unclenching. Her voice is a little stiff, there is obvious tension between them since the incident with the handcuffs. She still watches Juliet warily, her guard back up by now. Her look is piercing, it is almost a glare, but Kate doesn't say anything reproachful. She doesn't want to fight right now.
"What are you doing out here?" She asks, half suspicious, half curious as she eyes the leaves.
