Post by Ebonstar on Jan 22, 2010 0:34:22 GMT
Name:: Nightfeather
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 36 Moons
Physical Appearance:: Nightfeather is a lithe black tom, yet he is quite obviously physically strong. His silky coat is so black that it gleams with blue-ish highlights in the sun, and is of medium length. His gleaming green eyes now hold the a bone-deep pain, that of loosing his mate, yet they shine with joy when he looks at his kits. His long claws had been the cause of much bloodshed, and his pure white teeth were part of it. His long tail has a single scar on the tip, a parting gift from a revenge seeking rogue, and the only other scar on his body is a long one on his shoulder, one so old that the fur that has grown over it is a dark grey.
Personality Description:: Nightfeather is normally a very playful cat, though he knows when he needs to be serious, then he becomes one of the most serious cats around. He is quite sarcastic, yet he loves a good joke. The tom is a very cunning planner, and he is similarly good at tracking. He likes being around other cats, and he is always making jokes.
RP::
Nightfeather strode out of the camp on long powerful legs, his paws automatically turning him towards the Riverclan border and the Gorge that ran close to it. His frustrated anger was visible in the stiffness of normally rippling muscles, and in the murderous look in his eyes. The only problem was, he had no idea what had made him angry. Maybe it was just all his pent-up emotions that he had kept inside since Moonstep's passing, maybe it was bred from watching his helpless kits slowly waste away. Either way, he had left camp trying to avoid lashing out at someone and regretting it later. The black tom had decided to take it out on prey, hunting as much as he could for his Clan. Yet, when he reached the gaping crevasse between the two Clans, his intentions flew out the window and he collapsed in a broken heap a few fox-lengths from the edge. Looking at his paws mournfully, he sighed and laid his head on them, closing his eyes.
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 36 Moons
Physical Appearance:: Nightfeather is a lithe black tom, yet he is quite obviously physically strong. His silky coat is so black that it gleams with blue-ish highlights in the sun, and is of medium length. His gleaming green eyes now hold the a bone-deep pain, that of loosing his mate, yet they shine with joy when he looks at his kits. His long claws had been the cause of much bloodshed, and his pure white teeth were part of it. His long tail has a single scar on the tip, a parting gift from a revenge seeking rogue, and the only other scar on his body is a long one on his shoulder, one so old that the fur that has grown over it is a dark grey.
Personality Description:: Nightfeather is normally a very playful cat, though he knows when he needs to be serious, then he becomes one of the most serious cats around. He is quite sarcastic, yet he loves a good joke. The tom is a very cunning planner, and he is similarly good at tracking. He likes being around other cats, and he is always making jokes.
RP::
Nightfeather strode out of the camp on long powerful legs, his paws automatically turning him towards the Riverclan border and the Gorge that ran close to it. His frustrated anger was visible in the stiffness of normally rippling muscles, and in the murderous look in his eyes. The only problem was, he had no idea what had made him angry. Maybe it was just all his pent-up emotions that he had kept inside since Moonstep's passing, maybe it was bred from watching his helpless kits slowly waste away. Either way, he had left camp trying to avoid lashing out at someone and regretting it later. The black tom had decided to take it out on prey, hunting as much as he could for his Clan. Yet, when he reached the gaping crevasse between the two Clans, his intentions flew out the window and he collapsed in a broken heap a few fox-lengths from the edge. Looking at his paws mournfully, he sighed and laid his head on them, closing his eyes.