Post by Smoketail on Jul 26, 2008 21:31:27 GMT -5
Name: Snowheart
Moons: 38 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LakeClan
Rank: Warrior [Troops]
Short-Description:
Moons: 38 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LakeClan
Rank: Warrior [Troops]
Short-Description:
A completely white tom with green eyesPicture: Description:
Snowheart is a white tom with one lame claw at the back. He has very green eyes that remind you of the grass in winter. He has a short pelt. A very small tail at the back. His ears are always down. one of his ears is completely lame. His claws are very big and so are his teeth (fangs whatever you call them) . His tail twiches all the time.Personality:
A very nice tom. Is loyal to his clan but will never another cat from another clan without good reason. Is generaly nice to cats from his clan and not. Not very wise though so he tends to be clumsy and a bit apprentice like. Is carefree like an apprentice but fights and hunts like a true warrior. Can be seen sometimes alone because he likes to think to himself. Is not shy at all. Is a tad bad at keeping clan secrets.History:
When he was an apprentice of 9 moons his mother was killed in battle. Does'nt know his own father since never being told of one. When he was an apprentice he had fell into the lake and almost died. He also got help when Lakeclan was attacked. For that he was given his warrior name when he fought coming with the patrol. He has never had an apprentice so he likes to watch kits play. He got his warrior name a bit late at 14 moons but he got it.Role Playing Example:
Snowheart walked through the soft underbrush scenting the area. He then sensed a mouse eating near a tree. Snowheart pounced at the mouse but missed. He landed with a soft thud as he landed.Other:
"Mousedung why am I so out of focus" Snowheart mumbled. Then he realized seconds before he was thinking of his mother who was killed in battle. He never forgot his mother who always took care of him and was always ther when he needed her. He shook the thought away. Worse was that he shared no kin and he does'nt know who his father was.
Another scent caught his attention. A patrol of cats he snook up to see who it was. As he walked through the underbushe he was then pounced on by somthing.
