Post by Cinder on Jun 18, 2007 18:31:12 GMT -5
Name: Treepelt
Rank: Deputy
Clan you would like to join: Thunderclan
Second choice Clan: Windclan
Gender: Tom
Age: 25 moons
Description / Picture: Large muscular brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
Personality: Treepelt is a serious cat, extremely loyal to his clan. He would die for those he loves as well as his clan. He is fierce in battle, larger than most.
History: As a kit his family was murdered, except his sister, though she left Thunderclan. He grew up to be more serious than the other apprentices because of this, yet none of them made fun of him because it wasn't long before he was larger than his mentor. He grew up to a be fine warrior and now does his best to take care of his clan. Everyonce and awhile he is forced to use his brute strength to break up a fight.
Three Warriors, a queen, and an apprentice from any Warriors book: Graystripe, Brambleclaw, Mudclaw, Frostfur, Ravenpaw
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: A new day had begun. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. It had the appearnce of a good day. An amazing day in fact. Yet, for many it wasn't. It was just another grueling day they had to suffer through. Yet another day that seemed dark, for they looked through clouded eyes. They all had different reasons for looking through these eyes. For some it was just who they were, for some it was thanks to death. The all powerful death. For some it was because they had duties to do that they did not enjoy, for some it was because they had no home to go to after a long night of hunting. For some, well for some it was a mix of many of these things.
For one cat in fact, it was many things that made his eyes cloud over and the sky seem dark. The sun would never break through those clouded eyes. Yet, he was still alive and he planned on continueing to live for many more moons. Yet, it was sigh to say he was annoyed with day to day life that left his jaws. His sleek fur was ruffled by the wind as silent paws moved with a grace unbefitting the muscular tom. As he moved with that odd grace towards the fresh-kill pile his eyes managed to fall on something that did manage to light up his day. A kit. A small little fella' yet, tough all the same. Smiling Treepelt returned to the task at hand. Food. Yet, how could he eat when the clan was not yet fed? He couldn't. Simple as that. Changing his course he bounded out of camp, into the forest around him.
Codeword: blah
Rank: Deputy
Clan you would like to join: Thunderclan
Second choice Clan: Windclan
Gender: Tom
Age: 25 moons
Description / Picture: Large muscular brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
Personality: Treepelt is a serious cat, extremely loyal to his clan. He would die for those he loves as well as his clan. He is fierce in battle, larger than most.
History: As a kit his family was murdered, except his sister, though she left Thunderclan. He grew up to be more serious than the other apprentices because of this, yet none of them made fun of him because it wasn't long before he was larger than his mentor. He grew up to a be fine warrior and now does his best to take care of his clan. Everyonce and awhile he is forced to use his brute strength to break up a fight.
Three Warriors, a queen, and an apprentice from any Warriors book: Graystripe, Brambleclaw, Mudclaw, Frostfur, Ravenpaw
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: A new day had begun. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. It had the appearnce of a good day. An amazing day in fact. Yet, for many it wasn't. It was just another grueling day they had to suffer through. Yet another day that seemed dark, for they looked through clouded eyes. They all had different reasons for looking through these eyes. For some it was just who they were, for some it was thanks to death. The all powerful death. For some it was because they had duties to do that they did not enjoy, for some it was because they had no home to go to after a long night of hunting. For some, well for some it was a mix of many of these things.
For one cat in fact, it was many things that made his eyes cloud over and the sky seem dark. The sun would never break through those clouded eyes. Yet, he was still alive and he planned on continueing to live for many more moons. Yet, it was sigh to say he was annoyed with day to day life that left his jaws. His sleek fur was ruffled by the wind as silent paws moved with a grace unbefitting the muscular tom. As he moved with that odd grace towards the fresh-kill pile his eyes managed to fall on something that did manage to light up his day. A kit. A small little fella' yet, tough all the same. Smiling Treepelt returned to the task at hand. Food. Yet, how could he eat when the clan was not yet fed? He couldn't. Simple as that. Changing his course he bounded out of camp, into the forest around him.
Codeword: blah
