Post by Katze on Mar 25, 2006 3:44:59 GMT -5
Name: Krova
Do you honor?: No
Age: Nineteen Moons
Gender: Male
Appearance:
~Words~ Krova has a sleek dark black pelt that shines blue in the night sky. When in the daylight, the coat is normal color. His eyes are moonlit white. His pupils dilate, like any other cat, when the sun is down.
~Picture~http://fp.uni.edu/ciep/Black_Cat.jpg
RP Example: Krova walked out of the widely spaced meadow and looked around.
His eyes flashed white as he looked into the moon.
Something is not right... He thought to himself.
When he turned around to find something, he didn't know what, he saw a movement in the bushes.
When he walked closer, he could see that it was a tiny cat. He gasped and padded forward until he could sniff it.
He didn't find a scent.
He picked up the kitten in his jaws and made way for his Camp. Krova was not sure if his leader was going to accept this cat.
When he reached the hills of the camp, he could see his Clan bustling about and going on with their daily activities.
His heart lurched as he walked into the camp and all eyes were on him.
They must've smelled the new scent, for some of the cats in the clearing had their fur bristling.
Krova tried to find the right words to talk to the leader, but nothing came up.
He walked over to the entrance to the leader's den, and scraped his back against the walls to alert the leader. "Who is with you?" The leader spoke. "I don't recognize the scent."
Krova took steps into the den so he could barely make out his leader's fur.
"I don't really know." He answered. "I found him in the middle of the meadow. He was alone."
The leaders' head nodded and murmured quietly, "What do you think we should do with him?"
Krova's mind whirled. He had no clue what to do.
"Your choice, leader." He mewed at last.
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Pure Black Cat. No Breed, mesa don't think...
Personality: Krova has an imagination, let's start at that. He can think of the most random things to say, at the most worst time to say them. He knows when to be quiet , but when the moment is dead, he can't help himself!
History:
~Kit~ As a kit, Krova was named along with his brothers and sisters'. He had a knack for getting in trouble, but he was "biologically protected by the cute factor."
~Apprentice~ Krova actually liked being an apprentice. He would go out training with his mentor and friends and have a jolly ol' time. He would love to catch mice and squirels, but he mostly loved when he crunched down into a juicy rabbit.
~Warrior~ Krova stands today as a warrior from WindClan and would risk his life for his Clan. He hopes one day to become well-known between the Clans, but a cat that does not worship the old ways would never have that dream come true.
Codewords: The Ancient Ways, Ziek
Do you honor?: No
Age: Nineteen Moons
Gender: Male
Appearance:
~Words~ Krova has a sleek dark black pelt that shines blue in the night sky. When in the daylight, the coat is normal color. His eyes are moonlit white. His pupils dilate, like any other cat, when the sun is down.
~Picture~http://fp.uni.edu/ciep/Black_Cat.jpg
RP Example: Krova walked out of the widely spaced meadow and looked around.
His eyes flashed white as he looked into the moon.
Something is not right... He thought to himself.
When he turned around to find something, he didn't know what, he saw a movement in the bushes.
When he walked closer, he could see that it was a tiny cat. He gasped and padded forward until he could sniff it.
He didn't find a scent.
He picked up the kitten in his jaws and made way for his Camp. Krova was not sure if his leader was going to accept this cat.
When he reached the hills of the camp, he could see his Clan bustling about and going on with their daily activities.
His heart lurched as he walked into the camp and all eyes were on him.
They must've smelled the new scent, for some of the cats in the clearing had their fur bristling.
Krova tried to find the right words to talk to the leader, but nothing came up.
He walked over to the entrance to the leader's den, and scraped his back against the walls to alert the leader. "Who is with you?" The leader spoke. "I don't recognize the scent."
Krova took steps into the den so he could barely make out his leader's fur.
"I don't really know." He answered. "I found him in the middle of the meadow. He was alone."
The leaders' head nodded and murmured quietly, "What do you think we should do with him?"
Krova's mind whirled. He had no clue what to do.
"Your choice, leader." He mewed at last.
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Pure Black Cat. No Breed, mesa don't think...
Personality: Krova has an imagination, let's start at that. He can think of the most random things to say, at the most worst time to say them. He knows when to be quiet , but when the moment is dead, he can't help himself!
History:
~Kit~ As a kit, Krova was named along with his brothers and sisters'. He had a knack for getting in trouble, but he was "biologically protected by the cute factor."
~Apprentice~ Krova actually liked being an apprentice. He would go out training with his mentor and friends and have a jolly ol' time. He would love to catch mice and squirels, but he mostly loved when he crunched down into a juicy rabbit.
~Warrior~ Krova stands today as a warrior from WindClan and would risk his life for his Clan. He hopes one day to become well-known between the Clans, but a cat that does not worship the old ways would never have that dream come true.
Codewords: The Ancient Ways, Ziek
