Post by ±∞STREAMY∞± on Sept 19, 2007 18:20:03 GMT -5
Name:
Emeraldfire
Age:
23 moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
BrookClan
Desired Position:
I'm so dumb...is deputy open? I'll check. If not, warrior.
Personality:
A quiet cat if you don't know him well, he only talks when he needs to. Hating change, he is a very stubborn cat. Getting on his good side is tough, but once you befriend him, he is your friend for life. He has a quirky personality around cats he knows, loving to torment his friends. He used to not approach she-cats, ((but he got over it once she became deputy.))
Physical Description:
Endowed with a pelt that is as black as night, Emeraldfire is the perfect night hunter. His front right paw is snow white. The only thing to fit his name is her eyes. A bright emerald green, they are the only thing you can see if you see him at night, besides his paw. They contrast greatly with his dark fur.
Picture: *Optional*
None
History:
Born into RiverClan, Emeraldkit was youngest of a litter of 3. He was the quiet kit of his litter. Pushed aside by the other kits, Emeraldkit had no friends. One day, a badger raided camp. One of the older she-kits pushed him towards the open maw of the badger. Though saved by an older warrior, he has been terrified of she-cats ever since. Spending his apprenticeship avoiding direct contact with she-cats, Emeraldpaw was made fun of by all of his Clanmates. After becoming a warrior, he still didn't talk to she-cats, but he was more open to other toms. The only clan cat who has ever gotten close to him is his cousin. His other friends are in other clans. His only hobby is lurking at banks of the river, where his only good friend lost her life.
IC:
His emerald eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched silently. The rock on which he sat was high above the ground. His target came into sight and he hunkered into a crouch. As it aligned itself with him, he sprang. A yowl was heard all around the forest as his paws made contact with a lithe she-cat's body.
Code:
Whisper
Other: Nothing
Emeraldfire
Age:
23 moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
BrookClan
Desired Position:
I'm so dumb...is deputy open? I'll check. If not, warrior.
Personality:
A quiet cat if you don't know him well, he only talks when he needs to. Hating change, he is a very stubborn cat. Getting on his good side is tough, but once you befriend him, he is your friend for life. He has a quirky personality around cats he knows, loving to torment his friends. He used to not approach she-cats, ((but he got over it once she became deputy.))
Physical Description:
Endowed with a pelt that is as black as night, Emeraldfire is the perfect night hunter. His front right paw is snow white. The only thing to fit his name is her eyes. A bright emerald green, they are the only thing you can see if you see him at night, besides his paw. They contrast greatly with his dark fur.
Picture: *Optional*
None
History:
Born into RiverClan, Emeraldkit was youngest of a litter of 3. He was the quiet kit of his litter. Pushed aside by the other kits, Emeraldkit had no friends. One day, a badger raided camp. One of the older she-kits pushed him towards the open maw of the badger. Though saved by an older warrior, he has been terrified of she-cats ever since. Spending his apprenticeship avoiding direct contact with she-cats, Emeraldpaw was made fun of by all of his Clanmates. After becoming a warrior, he still didn't talk to she-cats, but he was more open to other toms. The only clan cat who has ever gotten close to him is his cousin. His other friends are in other clans. His only hobby is lurking at banks of the river, where his only good friend lost her life.
IC:
His emerald eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched silently. The rock on which he sat was high above the ground. His target came into sight and he hunkered into a crouch. As it aligned itself with him, he sprang. A yowl was heard all around the forest as his paws made contact with a lithe she-cat's body.
Code:
Whisper
Other: Nothing
