Post by owlfeather on Dec 6, 2006 19:19:22 GMT -5
Name: Stormeyes
Gender: Male
Age: 29 Moons
Clan: Any clan who needs 'im
Position: Med Cat, or if not, Warrior.
Picture: D;
Description: His fur is a gloomy, plad gray. It's not paticularily shiny, silky, or in any matter attractive. It has a windswept look to it, as though he had just run in open land with a lot of wind whipping around. His eyes, hence his name, are little orbs of storm. Their base color was midnight blue, passive, calm, and impossible to see through. Clouded among it is a light shade of blue and gray, swirling gracefully with the midnight. Near the slit-like pupil of his eye is yellow; his thunder. He's lightly build, making him a fast and deadly oponent. He's on the short side in length, but healthy and fit. He's broadchested, bursting from whisker to tail in pride. Muscles ripple and knot smoothely under his stormy pelt.
Personality: He's kind and playful to apprentices and elders, the good natures type who looks like an overgrown kit. To his fellow warriors, however, he is known to be solemn and silent. He usually finds a way to get his point across without words. He does his duties without fuss, never being a critque of anyone other than himself. He pushes himself a lot, and seems to wind down by working with the apprentices.
Infact, that's the one dream he has; to get an apprentice.
History: His mother was Deputy of ------clan. Ghostfur, as she was called, died an elder of old age. His sister, however, did not die in that harmony and piece. She was killed on a Rogue Raid, his lovely sister. His two brothers died at birth. His rather large family made it hard to support, and by the time he became Stormpaw he was the only left in the litter.
Occasionally he'll disapear from camp. His solitude when he takes the evening walks is said to not be solitude at all. Although he loved his brothers, he finds himself able to hear the voice of his mother and sister alone. He'll often find that, though hard to decifier, his kin's voices a kind of comfort.
And if you have anything to say about it, make sure you choose your words well.
They'll be your last.
Other: The typo bunnies are coming to get me. BD
RP example: "Mother... Sister...?" his voice was faint and dim as he emerged from the underbrush. His ears were pricked, catching onto every brittle leaf that blew in the winter wind. He knew they were here; but where?
"Mother! Olivekit!" he called, his voice becoming desperate. Voice washed over him, but they were not his mothers, nor sisters.
"Larkkit?" he asked, hopefully. "Timberkit?" No answer. The wind grew stronger, shunning Stormeyes from the open ground.
"Where are you!" he yowled, eyes searching the heavens. "Why have you deserted me?"