Post by faith on Dec 29, 2007 15:49:15 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Foxfeather
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 18 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Brookclan
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Foxfeather has one mainway of acting plain and simple and that is that he is a major flirt. Any she-cat weather her name ends in paw or not is likely to attract his eyes. He won't throw himself at anyone though, at least not too hard, unless they show a little intrest back. He loves to tease toms and she-cats alike but he teases in a diffrent way to the she-cats. Until he gets to really know a she-cat he is likely to play court to them until he finds out weather he really likes them or not. He hardly ever gets tounge tied but he can say some strange things becuase of the way he is, only he always means to say them.
It isn't unheard of for some to call him a pervert, though he really isn't, for he has a habit of acting romanticlly to any she-cat in sight, sometimes if he gets a cat's gender wrong he may even flirt with a tom before noticing the gender of the cat he's talking to, it has happened a few timess before. In this way he has been able to charm many she-cats as well as offend just as many. Wether the cat is or isn't in his clan doesn't stop him from flirting at gatherings but anywhere else and not on the full moon he will strictly follow the warrior code, with only a tad of flirting when the other cats of his clan aren't looking.
Foxfeather, as his name sake might lead you to beleive, is acctually quite quiet and sly when he wants to be and he can talk in wickidly tricky ways, being a master at lying when he needs to do so. He is cunning and quick to solve riddles as much as he can deal them out. He thinks in logical ways and is truely the most stubborn cat you'll likely ever meet. He thouroughly enjoys debating and is quick to defend his friends and beleifs. He isn't above spying but does beleive that there are certian limitations on doing so. Of course he is vain as well, often preening in the praise of others.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow] Besides just liking any pretty she-cat he isn't too bad a looker himself. Foxfeather is a slightly mussled but slim shouldered tom with a wedged face and long tail. His powerful paws are really quite large and he is acctually able to walk on soft surfaces with little sinking into it and if he spreads out his paws he can even run on snow with little more effort then on solid ground.
His fur is pure white along his muzzle, chest, belly, and under tail to the tips of his paws. All his soft, waterproof fur above that is ginger except for the top of his head witch is crowned with a strange firery shade of golden brown. His eyes are a bright molten gold as well and have a strange look of curiosity. His scent is that of a fresh spring day.
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow] Foxfeather's life has always been a normal one. He grew up with his parents and siblings, became an apprentice, trained with his mentor, and became a warrior protecting his clan. At least he thinks his life is normal. What he doesn't know is that he was found almost invisible in the snow barely a few days after he was born and instead of telling him the truth his "adoptive" parents let him beleive he was theirs. Truely no one knows where he came from, if he has any living family, nor if he is even born from one of the clans.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow] Foxfeather looked up sharply as he heard the voice of a she-cat. A shiver ran down his spine as he spotted her, a pretty young silvery she-cat. She hadn't seen him yet and he gave his chest a few quick licks before walking over to her. As he drew closer he noticed her eyes, bright green, like the leaves of a tree in Newleaf. "Hello there!" he said cheerily, circling into her veiw. "I'm afraid I haven't the pleasure of knowing your name, would you grace me with it?" he asked then quickly stated his as to not be rude. "I'm Foxfeather by the way." His tail flicked a little and he banished the movements his tail growing still except for the occasional gentle swing. As he waited for her answer he looked her in the eyes, trying to judge what she was like. 'Such pretty eyes...' he thought giving her a warm smile.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Whisper
[glow=blue,2,300]Other:[/glow] Far from my best but still finished.
