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Post by [Pyreh] on Aug 5, 2007 9:47:21 GMT -5
Name: Smogweb
Gender: Tom
Age: Twenty-seven moons
Clan: Sleetclan
Position: Deputy
Picture: [I'll draw one later tonight]
Description: Short, smooth white fur spotted with large patches of gray. He is relatively skinny, and not that muscular. His tail is long and furry, often seen wrapped delicately around his slender paws. Smogweb has bright, caspian blue eyes that are rimmed with navy blue, and speckled with a bright white; resembling the ocean.
Personality: More of a Strategist rather then a fighter, Smogweb can be labeled as a 'Genius'. He is known for his tactical ways, coming up with more and more battle moves every moon. He can be cranky at times, and does not tolerate ignorance. Though, when it comes to she-cats, he can be a bit of a goof ball; stumbling over his words.
History: Smogweb was born as an only child, raised in Sleetclan. His mother was a flirtatious she-cat, often ending up in three way relationships. His father was entranced by her beauty, but was soon heart-broken when she went off with a much bigger, and nastier looking tom. Smogweb's father took care of him, raising him to become a great warrior. One day, when both his mother and father were in the elders den; Smogweb was told of the small break up that happened at his birth. He was disgusted by his mothers way, and ended up never talking to her again.
RP example: A thin, narrow body moved gracefully from side to side; claws extended. He dove forwards, water splashing up and sparkling in the gracious sun rays. Suddenly, the shimmering gray-pink body of a Salmon fish flew into the sky, one white paw chasing after it. With a single blow, the fish fell to the muddy brown; it's life now taken. The deputy of Sleetclan stood above it, watching with narrow blue eyes. A sigh escaped his mouth, though it sounded just like a mere breeze. Lifting his ears up, the tom listened carefully to the sounds of his clan, the kits playful laughter; the apprentices adolescent 'roars'.
It calmed him so much to hear this..song, as he called it. Then, he remembered something his father told him. 'The ocean is a magnificent thing, at times strong and nasty; but also quiet and soothing. Grow up to be like the ocean, Smogkit'. Smogweb twitched slightly at the 'voice' of his father, so suave. He shivered, spine tightening after thinking of his mother. That witch...leaving his father like that. With a growl, he plucked the salmon from the muddy bank and stomped away; going off to collect the rest of his catch.
Gender: Tom
Age: Twenty-seven moons
Clan: Sleetclan
Position: Deputy
Picture: [I'll draw one later tonight]
Description: Short, smooth white fur spotted with large patches of gray. He is relatively skinny, and not that muscular. His tail is long and furry, often seen wrapped delicately around his slender paws. Smogweb has bright, caspian blue eyes that are rimmed with navy blue, and speckled with a bright white; resembling the ocean.
Personality: More of a Strategist rather then a fighter, Smogweb can be labeled as a 'Genius'. He is known for his tactical ways, coming up with more and more battle moves every moon. He can be cranky at times, and does not tolerate ignorance. Though, when it comes to she-cats, he can be a bit of a goof ball; stumbling over his words.
History: Smogweb was born as an only child, raised in Sleetclan. His mother was a flirtatious she-cat, often ending up in three way relationships. His father was entranced by her beauty, but was soon heart-broken when she went off with a much bigger, and nastier looking tom. Smogweb's father took care of him, raising him to become a great warrior. One day, when both his mother and father were in the elders den; Smogweb was told of the small break up that happened at his birth. He was disgusted by his mothers way, and ended up never talking to her again.
RP example: A thin, narrow body moved gracefully from side to side; claws extended. He dove forwards, water splashing up and sparkling in the gracious sun rays. Suddenly, the shimmering gray-pink body of a Salmon fish flew into the sky, one white paw chasing after it. With a single blow, the fish fell to the muddy brown; it's life now taken. The deputy of Sleetclan stood above it, watching with narrow blue eyes. A sigh escaped his mouth, though it sounded just like a mere breeze. Lifting his ears up, the tom listened carefully to the sounds of his clan, the kits playful laughter; the apprentices adolescent 'roars'.
It calmed him so much to hear this..song, as he called it. Then, he remembered something his father told him. 'The ocean is a magnificent thing, at times strong and nasty; but also quiet and soothing. Grow up to be like the ocean, Smogkit'. Smogweb twitched slightly at the 'voice' of his father, so suave. He shivered, spine tightening after thinking of his mother. That witch...leaving his father like that. With a growl, he plucked the salmon from the muddy bank and stomped away; going off to collect the rest of his catch.