Post by Dragon on Jan 29, 2009 22:25:53 GMT -5
Name: Owlstar/talon
Gender tom
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 144 moons(Old
)
Rank: Leader
Physical Description: Owlstar is a powerfully built tom cat. His pelt in rugged, and thick, with the dark shade of ginger, lined with a series of darker stripes that make up his tabby pelt. His face if dreadfully scarred and rough, he only has a single eye on his left side. His ears are torn, and his left fang is broken with a jagged edge. On his left paw he is missing a toe from a wolf fight. On his left back leg there is a feather shaped spot, and he only has a four inch stub of a tail. To wrap it up, his eye is a dark pine green.
Personality: He is all means a rude cat, prone to start fights. But he had a sensitive way with his friends and loved ones. He is very fond of kits and the younger cats in the clan and would play for any length of time. He is proud of his clan, and ready to defend and go to battle. But he never abandons his friends. A cat who could be your worst enemy, or best ally.
History: He was born a cat with two siblings, Shrewheart, and Pinepaw. He was destined for greatness, even though he was set on bullying his younger brother, Shrewheart. Soon his tormenting grew to terrible to Shrewheart, and he ran to a different clan and in battle, Shrewheart in his hate killed their sister, Pinepaw. Owlstar also grew in anger, and he went through young life with a cat called Hawktalon, but she perished in a battle with Haze(a rogue that had haunted the territory). He gained leadership, and he is determined to someday find his mate's murderer.
IC (in character): Owlstar crouched low in the wisps of the willow tendrils. His soft pawsteps didn't make a sound across the leaf littered ground. His lower jaw dropped and he breathed in the cool air of the leaf-bare morning. His green eye glanced up at the foggy sky.
He lowered his nose to the dewy grass, and gave a short sniff and trudged through the undergrowth. He was setting through the sparse willows to river bank. The old leader fluffed up his pelt to block the consuming cold air.
He suppressed a shiver as another wave of cold wind buffed against his scarred face. He shook his body, and tensed slightly before nosing through the long, and dying tendrils of Horsetail which were being killed by the frost that infected their roots.
Owlstar's eye widened in surprise, in all his moons he had never seen it before. The river was frozen, soft, muted creaks came from the river as it shifted. He put a wary paw on the slick surface, it was frosty and uncomfortable and he quickly drew away.
He let out a quiet sigh, what a leaf-bare this will be.
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Gender tom
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 144 moons(Old
)Rank: Leader
Physical Description: Owlstar is a powerfully built tom cat. His pelt in rugged, and thick, with the dark shade of ginger, lined with a series of darker stripes that make up his tabby pelt. His face if dreadfully scarred and rough, he only has a single eye on his left side. His ears are torn, and his left fang is broken with a jagged edge. On his left paw he is missing a toe from a wolf fight. On his left back leg there is a feather shaped spot, and he only has a four inch stub of a tail. To wrap it up, his eye is a dark pine green.
Personality: He is all means a rude cat, prone to start fights. But he had a sensitive way with his friends and loved ones. He is very fond of kits and the younger cats in the clan and would play for any length of time. He is proud of his clan, and ready to defend and go to battle. But he never abandons his friends. A cat who could be your worst enemy, or best ally.
History: He was born a cat with two siblings, Shrewheart, and Pinepaw. He was destined for greatness, even though he was set on bullying his younger brother, Shrewheart. Soon his tormenting grew to terrible to Shrewheart, and he ran to a different clan and in battle, Shrewheart in his hate killed their sister, Pinepaw. Owlstar also grew in anger, and he went through young life with a cat called Hawktalon, but she perished in a battle with Haze(a rogue that had haunted the territory). He gained leadership, and he is determined to someday find his mate's murderer.
IC (in character): Owlstar crouched low in the wisps of the willow tendrils. His soft pawsteps didn't make a sound across the leaf littered ground. His lower jaw dropped and he breathed in the cool air of the leaf-bare morning. His green eye glanced up at the foggy sky.
He lowered his nose to the dewy grass, and gave a short sniff and trudged through the undergrowth. He was setting through the sparse willows to river bank. The old leader fluffed up his pelt to block the consuming cold air.
He suppressed a shiver as another wave of cold wind buffed against his scarred face. He shook his body, and tensed slightly before nosing through the long, and dying tendrils of Horsetail which were being killed by the frost that infected their roots.
Owlstar's eye widened in surprise, in all his moons he had never seen it before. The river was frozen, soft, muted creaks came from the river as it shifted. He put a wary paw on the slick surface, it was frosty and uncomfortable and he quickly drew away.
He let out a quiet sigh, what a leaf-bare this will be.
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