Post by sandi on Jan 26, 2008 14:48:31 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Rowan
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 6 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] To be PastureClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow] loner at the moment
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] He is smart, but tough as well. In fact, Rowan enjoys a good tussle with any older cat. He by far does not respect territories or elders in that case! Rowan also really dislikes rules. he'll break any rules if he wants to, but only because that was something he was raised on.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow]
He is a muscular young tom, with an eyrie stare that could drive a cat mad. He may be small, but his attacks pack whallop. His pelt is grey with darker grey stripes. He has a white stomach with grey spots. His eyes are yellow.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
(C) Sandi, 2007
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow]
He's from a long line of loners, which had started in a forgotten Clan. After he was only 6 moons old, his parents abandoned him as the line's tradition had went Though, he is growing tired of roughing it alone. He wants friends, or a mate. And he'd do anything to get that, even join a clan.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Rowan stared off at the horizon in which the sun was slowly sinking down from. It was like watching the land swallow up the sun, killing it like a vole. Then within hours, a new sun would be born, only to start the process over again. Rowan's mother, Cream, tought him that story. His mother tought him a lot. How to run fast, how to hunt and fight... and defend. Rowan though, had nothing at all to defend... Except his long line of loner anscestors. But what had they ever done for him?
Suddenly, a white thing flashed by above him. He looked up into the nightly sky, and spotted a Barn Owl. This same Barn owl had been following him for days, occasionally hunting and feeding itself, and sometimes leaving scraps for Rowan. Rowan never bothered with the owl though. It never did anything to him, so he left it be. It wouldn't make much of a goo meal anyways.
Eager to see if the owl would continue follwing him, Rowan began jogging away. Little did he know that he was heading right into Clan terra, and possibly death itself.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] WHISPER
[glow=blue,2,300]Other:[/glow] none
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 6 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] To be PastureClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow] loner at the moment
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] He is smart, but tough as well. In fact, Rowan enjoys a good tussle with any older cat. He by far does not respect territories or elders in that case! Rowan also really dislikes rules. he'll break any rules if he wants to, but only because that was something he was raised on.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow]
He is a muscular young tom, with an eyrie stare that could drive a cat mad. He may be small, but his attacks pack whallop. His pelt is grey with darker grey stripes. He has a white stomach with grey spots. His eyes are yellow.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
(C) Sandi, 2007
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow]
He's from a long line of loners, which had started in a forgotten Clan. After he was only 6 moons old, his parents abandoned him as the line's tradition had went Though, he is growing tired of roughing it alone. He wants friends, or a mate. And he'd do anything to get that, even join a clan.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Rowan stared off at the horizon in which the sun was slowly sinking down from. It was like watching the land swallow up the sun, killing it like a vole. Then within hours, a new sun would be born, only to start the process over again. Rowan's mother, Cream, tought him that story. His mother tought him a lot. How to run fast, how to hunt and fight... and defend. Rowan though, had nothing at all to defend... Except his long line of loner anscestors. But what had they ever done for him?
Suddenly, a white thing flashed by above him. He looked up into the nightly sky, and spotted a Barn Owl. This same Barn owl had been following him for days, occasionally hunting and feeding itself, and sometimes leaving scraps for Rowan. Rowan never bothered with the owl though. It never did anything to him, so he left it be. It wouldn't make much of a goo meal anyways.
Eager to see if the owl would continue follwing him, Rowan began jogging away. Little did he know that he was heading right into Clan terra, and possibly death itself.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] WHISPER
[glow=blue,2,300]Other:[/glow] none