Post by linkirz on Mar 3, 2007 15:20:14 GMT -5
Name: Robinpaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 6 Moons
Rank: Apprentince
Clan: WindClan
Peltage: Robinpaw has a musky shade of black fur, with a little red on his chest.
(Optional)Picture: www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Istanbul/Other/DSC_5629.jpg
Personality: Robinpaw if friendly and good-natured, with a naive sense of humor and bold ideas. He is thrilled when it comes to hunting, for he has the speed and the balance to succeed with flying colors. His appetite is small, which helps alot, with how much he hunts. Otherwise, there would be a good chance that he might devour one of his catches on the long hunting trips he takes. Robinpaw has a fear of being alone, though he doesn't know why. Because of this, he can always be seen in the company of someone, except for maybe hunting.
History: Robinpaw was not Clan-born, for he was actually a loner until his mother was taken by twolegs. He then crawled, weakened by strong hunger, cold, and thirst, to WindClan, where he wanted to stay. Though he doesn't remember this, he is strongly affected by this in his everyday life. The loneliness of the journey and lack of kin made his fear of being alone, and increased his friendliness. He does, however, remember that his father was a rogue who died shortly before his mother knew of her pregnancy. Robinpaw has no idea why he remembers this and nothing else, but he does now and always has.
IC: Robinpaw glared defiantly from under the leafy bush, narrowing his eyes at the mouse in front of him. It scurried somewhat towards him, though to the side, unaware of the young tom's being there. He raised his rear and took his position, paws balanced easily on the level ground, his back feet tensing at the coming jump. And Robinpaw sprung quickly from his hiding, swatting the light mouse and finishing it off with a bite from his razor-sharp teeth. He waved his tail with pride, trotting back to camp to show his latest catch. It was a large one: juicy, as he could tell from it's tenderness between his jaws. The apprentice blinked steadily before entering the camp that he called home.
Gender: Tom
Age: 6 Moons
Rank: Apprentince
Clan: WindClan
Peltage: Robinpaw has a musky shade of black fur, with a little red on his chest.
(Optional)Picture: www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Istanbul/Other/DSC_5629.jpg
Personality: Robinpaw if friendly and good-natured, with a naive sense of humor and bold ideas. He is thrilled when it comes to hunting, for he has the speed and the balance to succeed with flying colors. His appetite is small, which helps alot, with how much he hunts. Otherwise, there would be a good chance that he might devour one of his catches on the long hunting trips he takes. Robinpaw has a fear of being alone, though he doesn't know why. Because of this, he can always be seen in the company of someone, except for maybe hunting.
History: Robinpaw was not Clan-born, for he was actually a loner until his mother was taken by twolegs. He then crawled, weakened by strong hunger, cold, and thirst, to WindClan, where he wanted to stay. Though he doesn't remember this, he is strongly affected by this in his everyday life. The loneliness of the journey and lack of kin made his fear of being alone, and increased his friendliness. He does, however, remember that his father was a rogue who died shortly before his mother knew of her pregnancy. Robinpaw has no idea why he remembers this and nothing else, but he does now and always has.
IC: Robinpaw glared defiantly from under the leafy bush, narrowing his eyes at the mouse in front of him. It scurried somewhat towards him, though to the side, unaware of the young tom's being there. He raised his rear and took his position, paws balanced easily on the level ground, his back feet tensing at the coming jump. And Robinpaw sprung quickly from his hiding, swatting the light mouse and finishing it off with a bite from his razor-sharp teeth. He waved his tail with pride, trotting back to camp to show his latest catch. It was a large one: juicy, as he could tell from it's tenderness between his jaws. The apprentice blinked steadily before entering the camp that he called home.