Post by DOG on Mar 27, 2011 20:18:55 GMT -5
Furcadia Alt: Lionpaw
Character Title: Warrior name TBA.
Gender: Tomcat.
Age: 7 moons.
Rank: Apprentice.
Clan: ThunderClan
Physical Description:
Lionpaw is a long-haired ginger and white tom, with amber eyes that match the color of his pelt. His legs, chest , and throat are white, with a splash of white on his muzzle with a blaze running up the bridge of his nose. His build is sturdy, though he still has the gangly build of an adolescent cat, and has yet to grow into himself.
Reference Photo:
Personality:
The young tom is over-exuberant and gregarious at his best. As a kit, his adventurous and curious nature caused him to get into quite a bit of trouble with his mother. Leaving the nursery has not dampened the tom's spirit, and he will prove to be an eager apprentice to a warrior patient enough to deal with him.
History:
Lionpaw was born in leaf-fall to Foxleaf, as part of her last litter before retiring to the elders' den. From the time he was a kit in the nursery , Lionpaw started to show signs of being a bold and boisterous young cat. Much to the chagrin of his mother, he would often lead his siblings on "adventures" out of the nursery. It was apparent from the start that he was a strong young kit, which would become clear after he was the only one of his litter to survive after a bout of greencough.
One-line Description: Long-haired ginger and white tom.
Sample Roleplay Post:
xBirchpaw's tail lashed once. "If Starclan had wanted this to happen, they would have sent a sign then. The warrior code tells us to be loyal to our clan above everything else, and Starclan is the one that gave the clans the code many generations ago." The ginger tom looked uncharacteristically serious, glancing up briefly toward Silverpelt as it twinkled above them. "Love of one's clan is supposed to be held above everything else. If a cat has loyalty to another clan, they can;t be trusted to defend their own clanmates."
xBirchpaw struggled halfheartedly to break free as he groused in protest. "Gerroff! I'm an apprentice now, not a kit in the nursery." The bright twinkling in his amber eyes, however, showed that he wasn't really serious. Part of him missed being a kit in the nursery, and it was always nice to spend time with his mother. Provided she didn't make a fuss over him to embarrass him around the warriors and other apprentices.
xBirchpaw tilted his head, sensing his mother's change of mood. "Aw, Foxleaf." Lifting his head, purring softly, the young tom headbutted her affectionately. Rubbing his head against her just as he did when he was a kit, Birchpaw felt a pang of sadness that their relationship would never be quite as simple as it was when he was a kit suckling at her belly. Still, just as he would always be her kit, she would always be his mother.
xBirchpaw's eyes widened. Foxleaf had inadvertently reminded him that there was still a task left unfinished. Talltail would not be very pleased to learn that the bedding had not been fluffed to his exact specifications, and that there was no juicy mouse waiting for him in his nest. With a hurried 'gotta go!', the ginger and white tom hustled off to where the medicine cat kept her extra supply of moss.
Character Title: Warrior name TBA.
Gender: Tomcat.
Age: 7 moons.
Rank: Apprentice.
Clan: ThunderClan
Physical Description:
Lionpaw is a long-haired ginger and white tom, with amber eyes that match the color of his pelt. His legs, chest , and throat are white, with a splash of white on his muzzle with a blaze running up the bridge of his nose. His build is sturdy, though he still has the gangly build of an adolescent cat, and has yet to grow into himself.
Reference Photo:
Personality:
The young tom is over-exuberant and gregarious at his best. As a kit, his adventurous and curious nature caused him to get into quite a bit of trouble with his mother. Leaving the nursery has not dampened the tom's spirit, and he will prove to be an eager apprentice to a warrior patient enough to deal with him.
History:
Lionpaw was born in leaf-fall to Foxleaf, as part of her last litter before retiring to the elders' den. From the time he was a kit in the nursery , Lionpaw started to show signs of being a bold and boisterous young cat. Much to the chagrin of his mother, he would often lead his siblings on "adventures" out of the nursery. It was apparent from the start that he was a strong young kit, which would become clear after he was the only one of his litter to survive after a bout of greencough.
One-line Description: Long-haired ginger and white tom.
Sample Roleplay Post:
xBirchpaw's tail lashed once. "If Starclan had wanted this to happen, they would have sent a sign then. The warrior code tells us to be loyal to our clan above everything else, and Starclan is the one that gave the clans the code many generations ago." The ginger tom looked uncharacteristically serious, glancing up briefly toward Silverpelt as it twinkled above them. "Love of one's clan is supposed to be held above everything else. If a cat has loyalty to another clan, they can;t be trusted to defend their own clanmates."
xBirchpaw struggled halfheartedly to break free as he groused in protest. "Gerroff! I'm an apprentice now, not a kit in the nursery." The bright twinkling in his amber eyes, however, showed that he wasn't really serious. Part of him missed being a kit in the nursery, and it was always nice to spend time with his mother. Provided she didn't make a fuss over him to embarrass him around the warriors and other apprentices.
xBirchpaw tilted his head, sensing his mother's change of mood. "Aw, Foxleaf." Lifting his head, purring softly, the young tom headbutted her affectionately. Rubbing his head against her just as he did when he was a kit, Birchpaw felt a pang of sadness that their relationship would never be quite as simple as it was when he was a kit suckling at her belly. Still, just as he would always be her kit, she would always be his mother.
xBirchpaw's eyes widened. Foxleaf had inadvertently reminded him that there was still a task left unfinished. Talltail would not be very pleased to learn that the bedding had not been fluffed to his exact specifications, and that there was no juicy mouse waiting for him in his nest. With a hurried 'gotta go!', the ginger and white tom hustled off to where the medicine cat kept her extra supply of moss.