Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2010 18:12:13 GMT -8
Name: Flaringmist
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Position: Warrior
Short Description: Golden brown tom with green-grey eyes
Description:
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Clan: Shadowclan
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Position: Warrior
Short Description: Golden brown tom with green-grey eyes
Description:
Flaringmist is a golden brown tom with pale green-grey eyes. He has a single ginger stripe down the back of his head that gave him his name. His fur is long and knots easily, so he spends a lot of his spare time grooming. His tail is of a normal length and the tip is also ginger. He has one white toe that stands out through the rest of his golden pelt. His ears are small and neat, and he has a scar across the top of his nose from a thorn.Attitude:
Flaringmist is a relatively kind tom, but sometimes he gets annoyed with how mousebrained some of the other warriors seem to be. He is awkward around young cats, but can deal with apprentices who have been training for at least three moons. Sometimes he lets his temper flare with cats he knows well, but strangely he will not argue to press a point. When he is against an intruder he will stand his ground, but prefers for another warrior to do the talking.History:
Since he was given the job of mentoring Heartpaw, he has gotten better with dealing with younger cats.
Flaringmist's mother disappeared soon after Flaringmist was eating freshkill, and never seen again. He was raised mainly by his father. He has no siblings.RP Example:
Flaringmist moved through the undergrowth quietly, ears pricked and alert. His muscles were taut and his ears were flat back on his head as he inhaled. He could scent only the usual stuff, prey and border markers He relaxed slightly, loosening his muscles. It was always better when it was quiet.Password: purple
Flaringmist stalked along, stomach fur brushing against the ground. There was a mouse just ahead, he could tell. He paused, tensing the muscles in his hind legs, before springing. The mouse didn't have a chance to escape before he gave it the killing bite, leaving it limp. He paused for a moment with his paw over it. Thank you StarClan, for this prey given to feed us. He picked it up by its tail, feeling the glow of pride that always came with a clean kill.
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