Post by Fawkes on Dec 6, 2006 19:02:30 GMT -5
Name: Fleetfoot
Gender: Tom
Age: 26 moons
Clan: SleetClan
Position: Warrior
Picture:
Description: A white and silver tom. He's lean and pretty big, with long legs that are great for running and walking long distances. He had strange, teal eyes.
Personality: Fleetfoot is serious and kind. He's never one to judge, and is willing to give just about any cat, even a rogue, a chance. He's very humble and laid-back, but if you really get him angry, he'll stand up for himself or others. He hopes one day for the Clans to establish peace between one another. He's sort of a cat monk/hippie xD
History: Fleetfoot has not always been a Clan cat, though he has always been wild. He's traveled around a lot, and seen the suffering of others during such travels. This is partially why he strives for peace. For the longest time he traveled alone, not technically a rogue, because he hunted, stayed away from twolegs, and, surprisingly enough, he believed in StarClan. After entering the proximities of SleetClan territory, he was soon discovered by the Clan cats and became part of the Clan.
Other: Fleetfoot really doesn't mind water. As a traveler he was rained on and had to swim across streams, so he's perfectly happy getting wet. He's extremely quick, at least for a SleetClan cat. He's not very strong, and doesn't make a great fighter. When it comes to hunting, however, he's one of the best. He can fish, catch birds, rodents, snakes, and some of the most strange creatures. He's good on his feet, and is adapting pretty well so far to Clan life.
RP example: Muddy white paws padded along the damp ground. The pink pads were worn and callused, now coated in a cool, soothing layer of mud. In fact, the cat's entire coat seemed to be dappled with the same slippery brown substance. This cat did not seem to mind that his appearance was that of an old rag, but instead his misty teal eyes were examining every area of his surroundings. He tried to pick up every sound, scent, and feeling as he passed through this region of land. His keen ears picked up a sound, and then moments later he scented it. Others, yes, it was other cats. He hadn't had much time to contemplate what to do before there was a rustling in some nearby brush and three cats appeared, six eyes falling upon his still body. He gazed at them in return, a cold, sinking feeling emerging in his stomach. The strangers came towards him, and he found their presence to be rather menacing. For a while the two groups stared at one another, then one of the three cats asked, his voice demanding, "What are you doing in SleetClan territory?" Fleetfoot swallowed nervously, still staring at the three who were now glaring at him with contempt. Then, on what would have been a windless day, there was an usually strong breeze. Fleetfoot dug his claws into the ground as the breeze pushed him towards the three warriors. An epiphany seemed to overcome him, and a smile slowly formed. "Good 'ol StarClan," his grin grew broader as he saw the clueless looks on the warriors' faces, "I'm Fleetfoot, and you must be warriors of SleetClan."
Gender: Tom
Age: 26 moons
Clan: SleetClan
Position: Warrior
Picture:
Description: A white and silver tom. He's lean and pretty big, with long legs that are great for running and walking long distances. He had strange, teal eyes.
Personality: Fleetfoot is serious and kind. He's never one to judge, and is willing to give just about any cat, even a rogue, a chance. He's very humble and laid-back, but if you really get him angry, he'll stand up for himself or others. He hopes one day for the Clans to establish peace between one another. He's sort of a cat monk/hippie xD
History: Fleetfoot has not always been a Clan cat, though he has always been wild. He's traveled around a lot, and seen the suffering of others during such travels. This is partially why he strives for peace. For the longest time he traveled alone, not technically a rogue, because he hunted, stayed away from twolegs, and, surprisingly enough, he believed in StarClan. After entering the proximities of SleetClan territory, he was soon discovered by the Clan cats and became part of the Clan.
Other: Fleetfoot really doesn't mind water. As a traveler he was rained on and had to swim across streams, so he's perfectly happy getting wet. He's extremely quick, at least for a SleetClan cat. He's not very strong, and doesn't make a great fighter. When it comes to hunting, however, he's one of the best. He can fish, catch birds, rodents, snakes, and some of the most strange creatures. He's good on his feet, and is adapting pretty well so far to Clan life.
RP example: Muddy white paws padded along the damp ground. The pink pads were worn and callused, now coated in a cool, soothing layer of mud. In fact, the cat's entire coat seemed to be dappled with the same slippery brown substance. This cat did not seem to mind that his appearance was that of an old rag, but instead his misty teal eyes were examining every area of his surroundings. He tried to pick up every sound, scent, and feeling as he passed through this region of land. His keen ears picked up a sound, and then moments later he scented it. Others, yes, it was other cats. He hadn't had much time to contemplate what to do before there was a rustling in some nearby brush and three cats appeared, six eyes falling upon his still body. He gazed at them in return, a cold, sinking feeling emerging in his stomach. The strangers came towards him, and he found their presence to be rather menacing. For a while the two groups stared at one another, then one of the three cats asked, his voice demanding, "What are you doing in SleetClan territory?" Fleetfoot swallowed nervously, still staring at the three who were now glaring at him with contempt. Then, on what would have been a windless day, there was an usually strong breeze. Fleetfoot dug his claws into the ground as the breeze pushed him towards the three warriors. An epiphany seemed to overcome him, and a smile slowly formed. "Good 'ol StarClan," his grin grew broader as he saw the clueless looks on the warriors' faces, "I'm Fleetfoot, and you must be warriors of SleetClan."