Post by Fernpaw on Apr 1, 2006 14:05:01 GMT -5
Name: Feroux
- Do you honor?: (If your name is a two part name, then you honor the ancient ways. If not, then you do not.) No.
Age (either in moons or seasons): 18 moons.
Gender (She-cat, or tom): Tom.
Apperance: Feroux takes in every detail of his environment with a stead eye. Most of his time is taken watching and listening. Eventually he becomes part of the environment. He is a dark black and tan brute with dull green eyes, sitting as silent as a rock while staring into space. A vacant look may change to an enraged one if disturbed.
His toned senses with an excellent physical shape make him a skilled hunter. Through the woods or even rough terrain, he’ll dutifully walk at a steady pace, carrying his well-built hide across the land. He hunts easily and with a high success rate. Stalking is another one of his fortes and the longer he hunts, the better the chances of a triumphant win over the prey.
Feroux comes across as a silent entity, always having somewhere to go or something to do, but these striking murky waters hide perhaps a sinister surprise. A grin rises on his face at the most random times. Maybe a thought chanced on his mind. Don’t let this piece of scenery catch your eye.
RP Example (it has to be 10 descent sentences): Feroux had ran, trying to escape the fire that threatened to leave this land a pile of ash. Surges of adrenaline powering his paws, he ran for his life, reaching the safety of the rocky mountains before the fire could catch and consume him. The tom, driven by his instincts to run, ran. He dashed among the boulders and ran along the thinnest cliffs with the ease of one who has lived among the mountain ranges all their life. The scents of other cats that filled his nostrils, he ignored. There were more important things right now, like ensuring his own survival.
There were yowls from in front of him now, two, one strong, commanding, the other mournful, worried. With a sigh, he ran on. If he met up with a group of cats, then so be it. He certainly wasn't about to turn around and go the other way, run right back into that mass of flame. Maybe he was just running toward a group of loners like himself, or he could be headed toward the Clan whose boundaries, markers, he had smelled earlier. With no way of knowing, he continued on, his pace an easy lope now instead of the mad dash it had been before. His nose wrinkled as he caught whiff of himself. The scent of fire and smoke had attached itself firmly to his coat.
Running along a ledge, far easier to traverse then some of the others that covered this mountain, he immediatly slowed to a walk as a small group of cats came into view. Glancing about, he decided that this didn't look much like a group of loners. Loners wouldn't be furious about a fire destorying a forest, for a loner, there was always another forest, another land. And the large, powerful male pacing along the edge looked furious indeed. There were two other females within his line of sight as well, one standing with the male, the other further down the mountain, just beginning her climb upwards. If this was a Clan, then the male was probably the leader, he held himself with the most command of the three. There was no way of telling how a leader would react to newcomers, especially when under stress like this. Lowering his head and keeping his tail low, he approached slowly. Better safe than sorry, right?
*Clan (you want to be in): Shadowclan
*Rank (warrior, elder): Warrior
^Breed: Unknown
^Personality: Feroux is a very shady creature, and not welcoming nor hospitable at first meeting. Other cats annoy him, and he has a lot of pride in saying that he’s smarter than most other cats. Surprises are his biggest irritation, and always met with a short act of aggression. Having most pride in his intelligence, he isn’t so ready to fight as he feels his fighting skills to be quite lack-luster. Even being blessed with a remarkable build, he is easily intimidated by other cats, which could answer his disdain for others.
Feroux’s apparent goal is to wander. Taking scenes of peace and tranquility to heart and enjoying every last bit of it. A smile may appear on his face when the sun sets or when the moon shines overhead.
This unnatural repulsion to his own kind only keeps himself from realizing that his true happiness will come when he does settle down while feeling unrestrained all the same.
Dreams aside, Feroux can be quite cruel, easily seeing faults and picking at it like a bothersome wound. He respects not one cat, and spurs any chances of Clan life by “joking” with the leader. And his jokes aren’t known to be very funny.
^History: Feroux was born to the deputy of Shadowclan, located in an evergreen forest. He grew up independently, never seeming to be involved in early kit politics or interested in gaining a role model from one in the Clan. The Clan was very much intrigued by him, though. The only kit of a very good huntress and advisor to the leader, he was looked at to be the cream of the crop.
Being the only kit born to the pair, he was always gently coaxed to do anything and was carefully watched. When he ventured near the den entrance, he was terrified of what was outside. Once he finally did come out one day, he was greeted by an adventurous kit and was pounced on.
Feroux always wanted to be alone, and would become overly aggressive if another kit wanted to play with him. He found the others annoying. The only thing that brought him happiness was the safety of his mother.
As a youth, Feroux continued to be irritated by the rest of the cats around his age. They were too invading, always testing him or trying to pry the wonders of his personality open. The other males especially. Feroux had grown into a large, efficient hunter, and was surprisingly strong when he was forced into tests of strength. The males were jealous, and the females were too gawking and amazed and all showed little intelligence to him.
His dream since kit-hood seemed to beckon him, and he was deciding to finally leave the Clan and become a loner.
Three years of wandering has led him here. His skills are honed and his mind is more judgmental from his self-isolation. What wonders lie for him here? Feroux would not like to be surprised.
*Codewords: Zeik, the Ancient Ways
- Do you honor?: (If your name is a two part name, then you honor the ancient ways. If not, then you do not.) No.
Age (either in moons or seasons): 18 moons.
Gender (She-cat, or tom): Tom.
Apperance: Feroux takes in every detail of his environment with a stead eye. Most of his time is taken watching and listening. Eventually he becomes part of the environment. He is a dark black and tan brute with dull green eyes, sitting as silent as a rock while staring into space. A vacant look may change to an enraged one if disturbed.
His toned senses with an excellent physical shape make him a skilled hunter. Through the woods or even rough terrain, he’ll dutifully walk at a steady pace, carrying his well-built hide across the land. He hunts easily and with a high success rate. Stalking is another one of his fortes and the longer he hunts, the better the chances of a triumphant win over the prey.
Feroux comes across as a silent entity, always having somewhere to go or something to do, but these striking murky waters hide perhaps a sinister surprise. A grin rises on his face at the most random times. Maybe a thought chanced on his mind. Don’t let this piece of scenery catch your eye.
RP Example (it has to be 10 descent sentences): Feroux had ran, trying to escape the fire that threatened to leave this land a pile of ash. Surges of adrenaline powering his paws, he ran for his life, reaching the safety of the rocky mountains before the fire could catch and consume him. The tom, driven by his instincts to run, ran. He dashed among the boulders and ran along the thinnest cliffs with the ease of one who has lived among the mountain ranges all their life. The scents of other cats that filled his nostrils, he ignored. There were more important things right now, like ensuring his own survival.
There were yowls from in front of him now, two, one strong, commanding, the other mournful, worried. With a sigh, he ran on. If he met up with a group of cats, then so be it. He certainly wasn't about to turn around and go the other way, run right back into that mass of flame. Maybe he was just running toward a group of loners like himself, or he could be headed toward the Clan whose boundaries, markers, he had smelled earlier. With no way of knowing, he continued on, his pace an easy lope now instead of the mad dash it had been before. His nose wrinkled as he caught whiff of himself. The scent of fire and smoke had attached itself firmly to his coat.
Running along a ledge, far easier to traverse then some of the others that covered this mountain, he immediatly slowed to a walk as a small group of cats came into view. Glancing about, he decided that this didn't look much like a group of loners. Loners wouldn't be furious about a fire destorying a forest, for a loner, there was always another forest, another land. And the large, powerful male pacing along the edge looked furious indeed. There were two other females within his line of sight as well, one standing with the male, the other further down the mountain, just beginning her climb upwards. If this was a Clan, then the male was probably the leader, he held himself with the most command of the three. There was no way of telling how a leader would react to newcomers, especially when under stress like this. Lowering his head and keeping his tail low, he approached slowly. Better safe than sorry, right?
*Clan (you want to be in): Shadowclan
*Rank (warrior, elder): Warrior
^Breed: Unknown
^Personality: Feroux is a very shady creature, and not welcoming nor hospitable at first meeting. Other cats annoy him, and he has a lot of pride in saying that he’s smarter than most other cats. Surprises are his biggest irritation, and always met with a short act of aggression. Having most pride in his intelligence, he isn’t so ready to fight as he feels his fighting skills to be quite lack-luster. Even being blessed with a remarkable build, he is easily intimidated by other cats, which could answer his disdain for others.
Feroux’s apparent goal is to wander. Taking scenes of peace and tranquility to heart and enjoying every last bit of it. A smile may appear on his face when the sun sets or when the moon shines overhead.
This unnatural repulsion to his own kind only keeps himself from realizing that his true happiness will come when he does settle down while feeling unrestrained all the same.
Dreams aside, Feroux can be quite cruel, easily seeing faults and picking at it like a bothersome wound. He respects not one cat, and spurs any chances of Clan life by “joking” with the leader. And his jokes aren’t known to be very funny.
^History: Feroux was born to the deputy of Shadowclan, located in an evergreen forest. He grew up independently, never seeming to be involved in early kit politics or interested in gaining a role model from one in the Clan. The Clan was very much intrigued by him, though. The only kit of a very good huntress and advisor to the leader, he was looked at to be the cream of the crop.
Being the only kit born to the pair, he was always gently coaxed to do anything and was carefully watched. When he ventured near the den entrance, he was terrified of what was outside. Once he finally did come out one day, he was greeted by an adventurous kit and was pounced on.
Feroux always wanted to be alone, and would become overly aggressive if another kit wanted to play with him. He found the others annoying. The only thing that brought him happiness was the safety of his mother.
As a youth, Feroux continued to be irritated by the rest of the cats around his age. They were too invading, always testing him or trying to pry the wonders of his personality open. The other males especially. Feroux had grown into a large, efficient hunter, and was surprisingly strong when he was forced into tests of strength. The males were jealous, and the females were too gawking and amazed and all showed little intelligence to him.
His dream since kit-hood seemed to beckon him, and he was deciding to finally leave the Clan and become a loner.
Three years of wandering has led him here. His skills are honed and his mind is more judgmental from his self-isolation. What wonders lie for him here? Feroux would not like to be surprised.
*Codewords: Zeik, the Ancient Ways
