Crow (loner)

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Name: Crow
Clan: Loner
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Male
Position: loner
Short Description: A black tom with blue flecks and blue-green eyes.
Description:

Crow is a loner who is basically a pure black tom. His pelt has blue flecks scattered about. The tail of the loner has tom cat markings that are blue as well. They resemble a tabby's tail pattern basically. The right side of his neck has a rather percular light grey spot. His handsome eyes are blue-green and seem to match his pelt very well.

Attitude:

Around familiar cats he likes to socialize, but doesn't like to start the topics or make jokes since he's not very good at doing so.

Around intruders, he tries to keep to himself and hide. Usually he stays to himself so as not to cause problems.

Basically, he likes his friend and will fight for them only if he needs to. He is very solitary though, so is a loner's life. If he must fight, he is full of feroicity.

History:

His long lost kin is part of Shadowclan, by the name of Runningpath. No one know's this yet, but it will become clear soon.

RP Example:

Blue-green eyes blinked open in the dark light. A puzzled meow intruded the silence with no answer. Trees loomed above with barely a shake from a breeze. Fog loomed bellow, making everything have an uneasy feelings.

Crow looked around from his spot to figure out what had woken him up in the log he had been sleeping in. Nothing moved for a moment. Looking around one last time, he curled up again in his little ball.

A cry of a bird reached his ears suddenly. Scratching on the log told him it was on top of it. Sighing in annoyance he called towards it,"Go away you pesky bird." The scratching became still, but then steps could be heard, coming closer to the end of the opening. They weren't bird steps, that was for sure since they were too heavy.

Thinking about it wildly, he realized it was another cat. To prove it, a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the opening next to him. "Hello, I'm the Pesky Bird!," it giggled and landed in a thump on the ground outside.

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Your name: Swiftfire
Rp Example:
The places on his fur where the one male had attacked him still smarted, not the skin, but his pride. To have been so close to win against a clan cat had made him an enemy extremely fast and it seemed to have spread throughout Shadowclan. As soon as he was granted status as a warrior within their ranks he had heard them all sneering at him.

Feeling as if eyes were on him, he turn quickly around and saw nothing, but the camp and a few kits romping around. Despite his problems the clan had been a good decision to join. It was warm and there was always a sense of family. No one ever went hungry unless others were as well and companionship was near no matter what, even if there were cats that disliked him. Shadowclan shared his sense of pride and he was happy for it.

Not wanting to feel that way again, Crowwing got on his feet and began to walk towards the fresh kill pile. He selected a rather harty looking toad and promptly sat down and chewed on its leathery skin. Yep, he was glad to be a warrior and no longer a loner.