Post by ♥Birchstar♥ on Sept 17, 2007 17:34:53 GMT -5
Name: Larkwing
Age: 23 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: PastureClan
Desired Position: Warrior
Personality: Larkwing is a very quiet sensible sort of fellow. He enjoys peace and quiet, and is always willing to sit down for a good chat, if he has the time. Larkwing doesn't take very much pleasure in combat, or battle training. This tom is just content to hunt, eat, sleep, and be alive. He enjoys walking, by himself usually, or perhaps with a friend, if he's in a good mood. He's very dependable, smart, clever, and an excellent hunter. He's the sort of fellow to whom you would portray all of your darkest and most important secrets too.
Physical Description: Larkwing's a dark gray cat with lighter brown stripes. His pelt is short, and his eyes are kind of light celery green. He's more slender and well poportioned than most other toms, but so is his nature.
Picture: *Optional*
History:*Optional, but preferred* Bleh, so not going to right now.
IC: With a gentle leap, a strangely pelted tom lept up onto a white washed fence post, looking out over at the horse barn with light green optics. Larkwing's eyes traveled over the back of two chestnut equines, and rested on one of the apprentices, coming back from a good satisfactory hunt. Leaf bare wasn't far off, and all cats were getting ready, catching as much prey as possible, preparing themselves for the cold season. As a seasoned warrior of PastureClan, Larkwing knew these cold months quite well, and perhaps understood more than any other cat what preparations had to be made, before the icy weather struck in in late November. Cold dawns, and chilly sunsets had already made their appearance, and Larkwing knew that the change was beggining to kick in.
Code: Whisper
Other: *Optional*
Age: 23 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: PastureClan
Desired Position: Warrior
Personality: Larkwing is a very quiet sensible sort of fellow. He enjoys peace and quiet, and is always willing to sit down for a good chat, if he has the time. Larkwing doesn't take very much pleasure in combat, or battle training. This tom is just content to hunt, eat, sleep, and be alive. He enjoys walking, by himself usually, or perhaps with a friend, if he's in a good mood. He's very dependable, smart, clever, and an excellent hunter. He's the sort of fellow to whom you would portray all of your darkest and most important secrets too.
Physical Description: Larkwing's a dark gray cat with lighter brown stripes. His pelt is short, and his eyes are kind of light celery green. He's more slender and well poportioned than most other toms, but so is his nature.
Picture: *Optional*
History:*Optional, but preferred* Bleh, so not going to right now.
IC: With a gentle leap, a strangely pelted tom lept up onto a white washed fence post, looking out over at the horse barn with light green optics. Larkwing's eyes traveled over the back of two chestnut equines, and rested on one of the apprentices, coming back from a good satisfactory hunt. Leaf bare wasn't far off, and all cats were getting ready, catching as much prey as possible, preparing themselves for the cold season. As a seasoned warrior of PastureClan, Larkwing knew these cold months quite well, and perhaps understood more than any other cat what preparations had to be made, before the icy weather struck in in late November. Cold dawns, and chilly sunsets had already made their appearance, and Larkwing knew that the change was beggining to kick in.
Code: Whisper
Other: *Optional*
<--By streamy. who else makes siggie's that great?