Post by &&.E r m i e on Jun 27, 2007 7:43:36 GMT -5
Name: Erminejaw
Moons: 16
Gender: Tom
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Warrior [Troops]
Short-Description:
Moons: 16
Gender: Tom
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Warrior [Troops]
Short-Description:
Sleek chocolaty brown tom with pale white paws, tail tip and muzzle. Has a long tail and dark yellow eyes.Picture: Description:
Erminejaw has a lean, tubular body, covered in smooth, water repellent fur. His legs are long and muscular, yet as thin as a young tree. The tail is long and often droops down in the dust, yet he can hold it up proudly, or curl it around his front paws when he is cold. He has a slender build, and his neck is a bit longer then usual cats, giving him the freedom to reach higher then them often.Description:
His face is delicate and flowing, without choppy grooves in it. His nose is petite and heart shaped, with fine black skin across it which is usually wet in good health. As he was named after, he has extremely strong jaw muscles, with saber like canines and razor edged incisors. His cheek bone is edged with a plume of long fur, which is much darker then the rest of his pelt. He had large, round ears, with tufts of protective hair as well. But his eyes are truly stunning. Almost dark orange eyes, yet when hit with a ray of light they are pure yellow, and his pupil is almost always slitted.
His pelt colour is a chocolaty brown, soft and manageable fur, and pale white points. His claws are not the highlight of his weaponry, but they can slice a bit of cats if he wishes.
Erminejaw has a lean, tubular body, covered in smooth, water repellent fur. His legs are long and muscular, yet as thin as a young tree. The tail is long and often droops down in the dust, yet he can hold it up proudly, or curl it around his front paws when he is cold. He has a slender build, and his neck is a bit longer then usual cats, giving him the freedom to reach higher then them often.Personality:
His face is delicate and flowing, without choppy grooves in it. His nose is petite and heart shaped, with fine black skin across it which is usually wet in good health. As he was named after, he has extremely strong jaw muscles, with saber like canines and razor edged incisors. His cheek bone is edged with a plume of long fur, which is much darker then the rest of his pelt. He had large, round ears, with tufts of protective hair as well. But his eyes are truly stunning. Almost dark orange eyes, yet when hit with a ray of light they are pure yellow, and his pupil is almost always slitted.
His pelt colour is a chocolaty brown, soft and manageable fur, and pale white points. His claws are not the highlight of his weaponry, but they can slice a bit of cats if he wishes.
Erminejaw has a calm, relaxed personality, cool to the touch, but changing rapidly if mocked or in danger. He is much like a leader, helping cats out if they need it, or not helping if they are getting what they deserve. In fact, his dream is to one day be leader, though this doesnt mean he is willing to kill to achieve. He only fights when necessary, and is calm and cool at most times.History:
He does have a playful side though, and loves to act like a apprentice again, sneaking by the elders den to lose himself in their tales of victory and defeat. Though he still needs to go through abit more in his life to stir up some of his own fantastic stories, he throws in a bit or two of his past if he may to please the others. Yes, he is a young warrior still, but he acts older then his age at most times.
His history isn't very long, or sad, but it is his life.Role Playing Example:
He was born, and abandoned by his parents as he was the only kit, the others weren't born, or at least not born with him. Alone he was, but for only a day for a kind, young queen took him in since her own litter had just gone out of the den, but she still had milk to spare. Growing up with the queen, he almost forgot about his family else where, yet not completely.
As a apprentice he was energetic and helpful, keeping care of the elders and listening to their stories. But like ever living thing, they would pass away and new elders replacing them, but the stories almost never the same. As the tales got boring, he and the other young cats would go exploring, hunting down foxes and badgers that might harm someone. They did that until one day, a fine young she-cat got a nasty bite from a badger, right on the snout, and the game stopped immediately.
After this, he soon got his warrior name and moved to a different den. Patrols.....hunting.....it got boring so his humour almost wore right out of him, though some was left. That's where he is today, waiting for something extraordinary to happen.
The sun was low in the sky, setting shades of orange and pink across the plains. A flycatcher sat quietly on a low hanging branch, staring out into the valley that impressed the middle of a great hill. It took off with a single wing beat, turning and diving along with the buzzing insects, snapping them up in its dull black beak. It settled back on the twig, twisting its head to get a better view.Other:
Erminejaw sat fixated beneath the hawthorn, gazing in amazement at the flycatcher, so content in its work of dipping and diving through the clouds.
Giving a short sigh, he rose warily to his pale white paws, bristling out his deep brown pelt as the chill of fresh night air froze his lungs. His limbs felt like stiff oak branches, and he rattled them out stiffly. He was in no condition to go hunting, but he would have too. He padded softly forward until the scent of a mouse caught his attention. He lowered his body slowly, rocking his haunches side to side.
Professionally, he leapt forward, then fell back with a startled cry. He had scented the mouse, but it lay dead, blood pooling around its limp body. Erminejaw backed away slowly, eyes full of shock, then whipped around and rocketed through the bushes, wondering how he could have mistaken the crow food for fresh kill.
I'm done the rp sample now.
