Post by Dragon on Feb 14, 2009 22:31:42 GMT -5
Name:Flamestar/moon
Rank: Deputy
Clan you would like to join: Shadowclan
Gender Tom
Age: 60 moons(6 yrs)
Description: Flamemoon is a big burly cat with semi-long fur. His eyes are a glossy amber and reflect the glowing moon. He towers over most cat with his great size. Flamemoon's pelt is a dark deep ginger with dashes of white. His broad paws are as white as snow, as well as his muzzle. His whiskers are long and usually twitch. Ears, pointed and slender, are normal for most cats. Muscles ripple his semi-long fur, with his long tail curled up his spine. Claw needle sharp he is not to be messed with! In battle is a raging killer, but wishes to live peacefully.
Personality: Despite his large size, he had the heart of a lamb. Eyes soft and caring to any kit he approaches. Prefers to make peace instead of war. Wisdom soared in his mind, helping him improve the ways of others. He didn't become deputy for being stupid. In hardships he would not let his emotions take him over, but he felt them strongly. Flamemoon has always loved to hunt, it brought calm to his mind. Or he just wandered the forest, searching for things he would never find. His loyal heart, and calming attitude could turn scowls to to smiles with his clever words. He always attempted to give both sides of a argument fair agreements.
History: He started as a normal clan cat, young foolish and a wanting for fighting. The young one would use his strength for wrong reasons, and didn't take rules seriously. It caused him heartache in the end. For he disobeyed orders not to join a fight, but he snuck over anyway. He was gravely injured in the battle. He lost lots of his memories during this area of hurt. Many moons after his mother passed on from a crushing illness. He lost control of himself for moons, and was again caught up in battle. He then learned to control his emotions. Now he has searched the forests, lurking their for all the time he can spare. Seeking guidance from his lost loved ones.
RPing example: Flamemoon wandered, his ginger fur ruffled up against a mild chill. With a low grunt, he leaped atop a rotting stump, his heavy weight crunching it slightly. His glossy amber eyes watched the forest. Its silent vigil never ending under his soft gaze. Winds moaned through the branches of the tall pines. The deputy, not finding what he wanted, leaped down away from the stump. The occasional alarm call of a Blue Jay or thrush didn't startle him. His heavy paws took him to a small marsh. Reeds poked up defiantly through the muck. Gazing over the land he spoke in a quiet tone.
"Honored ancestors? Do you listen to me in my plea for answers?" The lone leader meowed to the marsh, but once again his plea was answered by silence.
Codeword: skyclan
Rank: Deputy
Clan you would like to join: Shadowclan
Gender Tom
Age: 60 moons(6 yrs)
Description: Flamemoon is a big burly cat with semi-long fur. His eyes are a glossy amber and reflect the glowing moon. He towers over most cat with his great size. Flamemoon's pelt is a dark deep ginger with dashes of white. His broad paws are as white as snow, as well as his muzzle. His whiskers are long and usually twitch. Ears, pointed and slender, are normal for most cats. Muscles ripple his semi-long fur, with his long tail curled up his spine. Claw needle sharp he is not to be messed with! In battle is a raging killer, but wishes to live peacefully.
Personality: Despite his large size, he had the heart of a lamb. Eyes soft and caring to any kit he approaches. Prefers to make peace instead of war. Wisdom soared in his mind, helping him improve the ways of others. He didn't become deputy for being stupid. In hardships he would not let his emotions take him over, but he felt them strongly. Flamemoon has always loved to hunt, it brought calm to his mind. Or he just wandered the forest, searching for things he would never find. His loyal heart, and calming attitude could turn scowls to to smiles with his clever words. He always attempted to give both sides of a argument fair agreements.
History: He started as a normal clan cat, young foolish and a wanting for fighting. The young one would use his strength for wrong reasons, and didn't take rules seriously. It caused him heartache in the end. For he disobeyed orders not to join a fight, but he snuck over anyway. He was gravely injured in the battle. He lost lots of his memories during this area of hurt. Many moons after his mother passed on from a crushing illness. He lost control of himself for moons, and was again caught up in battle. He then learned to control his emotions. Now he has searched the forests, lurking their for all the time he can spare. Seeking guidance from his lost loved ones.
RPing example: Flamemoon wandered, his ginger fur ruffled up against a mild chill. With a low grunt, he leaped atop a rotting stump, his heavy weight crunching it slightly. His glossy amber eyes watched the forest. Its silent vigil never ending under his soft gaze. Winds moaned through the branches of the tall pines. The deputy, not finding what he wanted, leaped down away from the stump. The occasional alarm call of a Blue Jay or thrush didn't startle him. His heavy paws took him to a small marsh. Reeds poked up defiantly through the muck. Gazing over the land he spoke in a quiet tone.
"Honored ancestors? Do you listen to me in my plea for answers?" The lone leader meowed to the marsh, but once again his plea was answered by silence.
Codeword: skyclan
