Post by Brookepelt on Aug 18, 2006 14:13:57 GMT -5
Name of your Character: Dustfall
Age(in moons): 21 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Position: Warrior
Description: www.keysconch.com/files/grey_kitty.jpg
Personality: Sister to Brookepelt, he is quite the opposite of her in every way. He's patient, quiet, and doesn't speak his mind as she does. Plus, other cats actually /like/ him.. He's very sweetnatured, and especially very shy around the ladies. He wants kits, but doesn't know how to act around others. When he's grown used to a cat, he'll be less shy and more outgoing and playful.
History: He was born in Bloodclan with his sister, but with his sister it was far to hard to live his life with her jumping down his back at every little thing he did. He left the clan in search of another, becoming a loner for a while until his Bloodclan scent died away, where he joined Nightclan.
Passward:
RPG example: Under nightpelt was where he wanted to be. The dimming evening was cool to him, and kept him warm from the excess heat of the summer. Lazing upon a similarly cool rock along the side of it, sprawled out across the length of it. He stared ahead of him, whiskers twitching.. Eyes keen. He sighed, ears flicking softly to himself. He was /supposed/ to be hunting, but he'd simply "Forgotten" to pick up the prey he buried. Oh well.. He'd pick it up in the morning when he woke up..
Age(in moons): 21 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Position: Warrior
Description: www.keysconch.com/files/grey_kitty.jpg
Personality: Sister to Brookepelt, he is quite the opposite of her in every way. He's patient, quiet, and doesn't speak his mind as she does. Plus, other cats actually /like/ him.. He's very sweetnatured, and especially very shy around the ladies. He wants kits, but doesn't know how to act around others. When he's grown used to a cat, he'll be less shy and more outgoing and playful.
History: He was born in Bloodclan with his sister, but with his sister it was far to hard to live his life with her jumping down his back at every little thing he did. He left the clan in search of another, becoming a loner for a while until his Bloodclan scent died away, where he joined Nightclan.
Passward:
RPG example: Under nightpelt was where he wanted to be. The dimming evening was cool to him, and kept him warm from the excess heat of the summer. Lazing upon a similarly cool rock along the side of it, sprawled out across the length of it. He stared ahead of him, whiskers twitching.. Eyes keen. He sighed, ears flicking softly to himself. He was /supposed/ to be hunting, but he'd simply "Forgotten" to pick up the prey he buried. Oh well.. He'd pick it up in the morning when he woke up..
