Post by Loudthunder on Mar 15, 2006 17:28:07 GMT -5
Name: Loudthunder
Honor: Yes
Age: 14 Moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Large muscles lined his body and shifted with the light as he moved through the dense moorlands. The dark burgundy colored stripes which provided him with excellent camouflage in leafbare while hunting wouldn't do him any good now that he was out in the open. Black spots were displayed all over his muscular frame giving him the appearance of an ill-tempered leopard. Soft gray fur lined the rest of his body. His face was completely black except for the white stripe that went down from his forehead to his nose, which was black also. At night during the full moon, his polished copper eyes shown like red flames with the fire of his ancestors coursing through his veins. His long tail which was a light mahogany grazed the ground as he traveled up the barren moors. Large powerful tiger-like claws occupied his front and back paws, while saber-like fangs glinted in the dimming sunlight as he yawned.
RP. Example: It was very dark. The young tomcat's eyes glinted like cold steel as he scanned the dense undergrowth. He wasn't sure what possessed him to travel, let alone hunt in another Clan's territory, but the strange scents drew him onward, deeper into the shadows. The most obvious reason could be that his clan was starving without fresh-kill, or was it possible that he was looking for a fight? He quickly pushed that last thought out of his mind. It pained him greatly to see his clan on the brink of death. He wouldn't stand by and let this happen. He drove the picture of starving kits mewing at their helpless mothers who had no milk to offer the future warriors out of his head so he he could think more clearly on the task at hand. Then suddenly a white and gray animal sped past him. Luckily it hadn't seen him. Luck as some cats called it, others called it the will of StarClan. The ever pressing thought of whether or not he truly believed in StarClan always seemed to pop up at the worst possible moment. As the rabbit was about a fox-length away he bolted out of his hiding spot in the brush above the path. In a matter of seconds he had caught up with the large rabbit and sank his saber-like teeth deeply into its back leg. The rabbit tripped and fell as the clever tom pulled to a halt with the rabbits leg still clamped in his mouth. Quickly as the rabbit was pulling out of its daze he pounced on the wounded animal and killed it instantly with a sharp blow to the neck. Hurriedly he dragged the broken carcass over to his pile of fresh-kill which he planned to take back to the clan, and buried it close to the border. Proud of his last catch of the day, he didn't notice the growing scent of WindClan warriors while the scent of the rabbit hung in his nose. He kept digging at his hole in the ground contentedly while the WindClan patrol coming up behind him cast murderous looks at the ThunderClan warrior............
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior( Deputy if possible)
Breed: Tabby
Personality: Loudthunder is the most loyal cat you're likely to meet in the forest, kind and respectful, he will listen as other cats voice their opinions on a matter even if he doesn't agree with it, wise and noble, he shows mercy to others when possible and hopes that in the future they will show him the same courteous behavior.
History: What remains of this cats past is a mystery in the works even to this day.
Codewords: The Ancient Ways , Zeik
Honor: Yes
Age: 14 Moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Large muscles lined his body and shifted with the light as he moved through the dense moorlands. The dark burgundy colored stripes which provided him with excellent camouflage in leafbare while hunting wouldn't do him any good now that he was out in the open. Black spots were displayed all over his muscular frame giving him the appearance of an ill-tempered leopard. Soft gray fur lined the rest of his body. His face was completely black except for the white stripe that went down from his forehead to his nose, which was black also. At night during the full moon, his polished copper eyes shown like red flames with the fire of his ancestors coursing through his veins. His long tail which was a light mahogany grazed the ground as he traveled up the barren moors. Large powerful tiger-like claws occupied his front and back paws, while saber-like fangs glinted in the dimming sunlight as he yawned.
RP. Example: It was very dark. The young tomcat's eyes glinted like cold steel as he scanned the dense undergrowth. He wasn't sure what possessed him to travel, let alone hunt in another Clan's territory, but the strange scents drew him onward, deeper into the shadows. The most obvious reason could be that his clan was starving without fresh-kill, or was it possible that he was looking for a fight? He quickly pushed that last thought out of his mind. It pained him greatly to see his clan on the brink of death. He wouldn't stand by and let this happen. He drove the picture of starving kits mewing at their helpless mothers who had no milk to offer the future warriors out of his head so he he could think more clearly on the task at hand. Then suddenly a white and gray animal sped past him. Luckily it hadn't seen him. Luck as some cats called it, others called it the will of StarClan. The ever pressing thought of whether or not he truly believed in StarClan always seemed to pop up at the worst possible moment. As the rabbit was about a fox-length away he bolted out of his hiding spot in the brush above the path. In a matter of seconds he had caught up with the large rabbit and sank his saber-like teeth deeply into its back leg. The rabbit tripped and fell as the clever tom pulled to a halt with the rabbits leg still clamped in his mouth. Quickly as the rabbit was pulling out of its daze he pounced on the wounded animal and killed it instantly with a sharp blow to the neck. Hurriedly he dragged the broken carcass over to his pile of fresh-kill which he planned to take back to the clan, and buried it close to the border. Proud of his last catch of the day, he didn't notice the growing scent of WindClan warriors while the scent of the rabbit hung in his nose. He kept digging at his hole in the ground contentedly while the WindClan patrol coming up behind him cast murderous looks at the ThunderClan warrior............
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior( Deputy if possible)
Breed: Tabby
Personality: Loudthunder is the most loyal cat you're likely to meet in the forest, kind and respectful, he will listen as other cats voice their opinions on a matter even if he doesn't agree with it, wise and noble, he shows mercy to others when possible and hopes that in the future they will show him the same courteous behavior.
History: What remains of this cats past is a mystery in the works even to this day.
Codewords: The Ancient Ways , Zeik