Post by Razorthorn on Jun 21, 2007 10:13:18 GMT -5
Name: Razorthorn
Rank: Deputy
Clan you would like to join: WindClan
Second choice Clan: Darkness
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Description / Picture: A rather small cat Razorthorn had short stunted fur resembling bracken. He has green eyes, and very long legs, his tail is quite long to ending in a stint of pointed fur that is particuallry stiff and prickly to the touch. His fur tone is dark brown and has hints of green from moss that has collected and stuck to his body over the moons. His fur is also covered in thorns and shrubbery sense he never cleans himself it also usually ends in stiff points that are pricly to the touch. He has short pointed ears that he can turn almost 180 degrees and a long scar running down his leg that he had to seal himself with pine needles to keep himself from bleeding to death although it is healed now he still doens't talk much about the experiece.
Personality: Always cool tempered, Razorthorn perfers to look things over before reacting. He has the amazing ability to see potential in others and doens't disipline others much instead offering helpfull hints of advice. But in the heat of the battle he can has no trouble finding the spirit needed to obliterate anything in his path! Often using his own fur as a weapon he side swipes anything and everything he can find. He loves kits nomatter from what clan they came from and feels it's his reponsability to keep others around him safe. Razorthorn is very loyal and never questions his leader no matter whatever the situation.
History: Razorthorn was clanborn, his mother left the clans in persuit of a better life while his father died deffending it. He didn't know much about them being a kit at the time, he was soon raised to be a grand warrior obtaining many scars from the battles he was in. Although kind he was usually treated badly when he was a apprentice often called the "unclean" cat thanks to his appearance. One day the Windclan (Darkness) leader suffered a loss as there last deputy was slain in mid-combat, in that battle Razorthorn used his pelt for the first time to kill the deputy's killer and avenged the clan, that was when he was made the Deputy himself.
Three Warriors, a queen, and an apprentice from any Warriors book: Dustpelt, Sandstorm, Cloudtail, Ferncloud, and Jaypaw (The Sight)
Rule number 5: At least read warriors #1 before you join, otherwise you'll get too many major spoilers (The entire series #1 is reccomended, of course). Of course, if you're not interested in warriors but want to join a cat RPG, try and understand how the Warriors series work.
RPing example: one...two... ,he could feel the fur of the cats rubbing against his skin, three...four... there hides were nothing to his stagering speed and furryfive...si-.
But he was cut off, standing before him was a missive cat unlike any other, it's paws were drenched in WindClan's (or Darkness's) blood! Furry rose in his heart as he saw the warriors around him fall beneath the white warriors paws his eyes held no expression except the dark cold hearted hatred that Razorthorn feared himself.
It turned it's massive head toward him and set all it's limbs on the ground charging, Razorthorn tried to react but when he looked down his paws were firmly planted in the earth unable to move, the monster moved closer, closer, closer...!
Awaking with a jerk Razorthorn couldn't help but feel the dread that still lingered in his heart, "what was that thing..." he wondered aloud, "and is it real...?"
Codeword: blah (as of 11/13/06)
Rank: Deputy
Clan you would like to join: WindClan
Second choice Clan: Darkness
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Description / Picture: A rather small cat Razorthorn had short stunted fur resembling bracken. He has green eyes, and very long legs, his tail is quite long to ending in a stint of pointed fur that is particuallry stiff and prickly to the touch. His fur tone is dark brown and has hints of green from moss that has collected and stuck to his body over the moons. His fur is also covered in thorns and shrubbery sense he never cleans himself it also usually ends in stiff points that are pricly to the touch. He has short pointed ears that he can turn almost 180 degrees and a long scar running down his leg that he had to seal himself with pine needles to keep himself from bleeding to death although it is healed now he still doens't talk much about the experiece.
Personality: Always cool tempered, Razorthorn perfers to look things over before reacting. He has the amazing ability to see potential in others and doens't disipline others much instead offering helpfull hints of advice. But in the heat of the battle he can has no trouble finding the spirit needed to obliterate anything in his path! Often using his own fur as a weapon he side swipes anything and everything he can find. He loves kits nomatter from what clan they came from and feels it's his reponsability to keep others around him safe. Razorthorn is very loyal and never questions his leader no matter whatever the situation.
History: Razorthorn was clanborn, his mother left the clans in persuit of a better life while his father died deffending it. He didn't know much about them being a kit at the time, he was soon raised to be a grand warrior obtaining many scars from the battles he was in. Although kind he was usually treated badly when he was a apprentice often called the "unclean" cat thanks to his appearance. One day the Windclan (Darkness) leader suffered a loss as there last deputy was slain in mid-combat, in that battle Razorthorn used his pelt for the first time to kill the deputy's killer and avenged the clan, that was when he was made the Deputy himself.
Three Warriors, a queen, and an apprentice from any Warriors book: Dustpelt, Sandstorm, Cloudtail, Ferncloud, and Jaypaw (The Sight)
Rule number 5: At least read warriors #1 before you join, otherwise you'll get too many major spoilers (The entire series #1 is reccomended, of course). Of course, if you're not interested in warriors but want to join a cat RPG, try and understand how the Warriors series work.
RPing example: one...two... ,he could feel the fur of the cats rubbing against his skin, three...four... there hides were nothing to his stagering speed and furryfive...si-.
But he was cut off, standing before him was a missive cat unlike any other, it's paws were drenched in WindClan's (or Darkness's) blood! Furry rose in his heart as he saw the warriors around him fall beneath the white warriors paws his eyes held no expression except the dark cold hearted hatred that Razorthorn feared himself.
It turned it's massive head toward him and set all it's limbs on the ground charging, Razorthorn tried to react but when he looked down his paws were firmly planted in the earth unable to move, the monster moved closer, closer, closer...!
Awaking with a jerk Razorthorn couldn't help but feel the dread that still lingered in his heart, "what was that thing..." he wondered aloud, "and is it real...?"
Codeword: blah (as of 11/13/06)
never mind!
