Post by Icefire on Mar 5, 2009 21:40:31 GMT -5
Name: Cinderfrost
Gender: Tom
Age: 16 moons
Desired Rank: Warrior [Hunter]
Desired Clan: Frozenclan
Physical Description: Cinderfrost is fairly small tom cat with a light build, and short legs, giving him a disadvantage with fighting skills and running skills. However, due to his small body, he was given excellent hunting skills.
Cinderfrost has short, jet-black fur and a long thick tail. He has a snowy white underbelly and paws, with white flecks on parts of his legs. On about half of his tail, it is all white.
Cinderfrost has crystal blue eyes; pale and a very light shade of blue. He has a round face, and fluffy cheeks. Right above his eyes, and all around it is all completely black. Under his eyes it is completely white, with a white fleck on his nose. On the tip's of Cinderfrost's ears, they're unusually pointed, and are unusually fluffier then the wrest of his fur.
All around, Cinderfrost is your typical black-and-white cat. However, he excels in tracking ability due to having a very pointed, sharp nose. He also excels in hunting due to having a small body, so he doesn't stand out very much. Also; when he is hunting in the snow, he has the advantage for having white fur.
Personality: Cinderfrost has always been the easy-going sarcastic type. Usually he tries to cheer his friends up if they are upset, although sometimes he can seem offensive when he is trying to joke around.
Cinderfrost always tries to seem like he is brave, when really he is just a big coward. If he sees other clan cats, he will say things like, "I can take them all down." When really, he knew he would have no chance.
Cinderfrost isn't exactly the 'brightest' cat ever. Sometimes his joking and sarcasm get a little carried away. His jokes, really, aren't that funny. He thinks they are, but they're not. Sometimes when he is hunting; despite being good at it, will get bored with himself. He can be patient, definitely, when he wants to be. Sometimes, he just gets bored and will forget the prey was even there. Basically, he acts like a kit.
Despite all his sarcasm and foolish behavior, Cinderfrost can be surprisingly nice and gentle when he wants to be. He really is nice, actually, sometimes his joking just goes a little too far. He likes to be around others, and when he knows he shouldn't joke around, he usually acts calm and serious.
Character's Past:
Cinderfrost all around has had a pretty simple, easy-going life. Cinderfrost's mother and father both were never really there. He doesn't really know what exactly happened to them, they haven't been there since he was a kit. One of the other queens had raised him and his litter-mate.
Cinderfrost never really payed attention to all the bad things that happened to his life, he really acted like it never happened. He doesn't take the fact that he had no parents seriously, he didn't take anything badly. When elders, kits, queens, etc died, he mourned and was polite about it, but after a day or two he would act like it never happened.
In conclusion, Cinderfrost's life was never really that hard, so he became who he was from how he grew up.
Roleplaying Example: A young black and white tomcat was sitting down, the warm breeze ruffling his fur. He yawned, eyes half closed. His crystal blue eyes were narrow, and he stifled a yawn. He stood up, stretching each leg in turn. His ear twitched, the sound of a bird's call irritated him.
Time to shut up some birds. Cinderfrost thought, twitching his ear. The thought of eating made him lick his chops. He let himself lower smoothly and easily into a hunting crouch, tail low. He grinned in satisfaction at his crouch, eyes gleaming with hunger. His paws made no sound, and he got nearer and nearer. The bird clearly was unaware of his presence, and he grinned. The clan will certainly be pleased... He thought to himself.
"Hm?" Cinderfrost stopped dead, his paw crackling a leaf. He twitched his ear at the sound of voices. He ignored the loud alarmed call the bird made, still focused on the voices. "What's this?" He murmered to himself, tail raised in curiosity. The bird completely forgotten, he trotted towards the voices, curiosity getting the better of him.
He stopped when he saw his clan mates. He was pleased to see Hollypaw, but she looked angry, so he didn't dare go near her. "What's going on here?" He mewed, glaring at the sight of an an enemy warrior. He rose his hackles, "Who is this?" "What in the world is going on here?" He narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar warrior.
Cinderfrost's blue eyes gleamed with curiosity. He narrowed his eyes. At least something is going on around here... He thought, hoping for a battle. I wonder how strong this guy is... Cinderfrost thought, with a slight feeling of fear.
He stared down at the cat, eyes narrow and observant. The cat certainly wasn't the cleanest, but that was the last thing on his mind. I wonder why he is like this... He doesn't look like a warrior if you ask me.. He contemplated for a moment, staring the cat up and down.
"Is this cat a warrior?" Cinderfrost meowed, echoing his thoughts aloud. He looked up at the cat, hostility making his pelt bristle. He certainly looks like he has had some experience with fighting... Well, hopefully this won't have to turn into a fight-- or hopefully I won't have to take part in it. He winced, feeling raw guilt that he was really being a coward.
Well, no matter. I am there for my clanmates if they need me. Besides, we out number this cat... So nothing for me-- or my clanmates-- to worry about. He thought, grinning.
Notes: -pokes siggy-
Gender: Tom
Age: 16 moons
Desired Rank: Warrior [Hunter]
Desired Clan: Frozenclan
Physical Description: Cinderfrost is fairly small tom cat with a light build, and short legs, giving him a disadvantage with fighting skills and running skills. However, due to his small body, he was given excellent hunting skills.
Cinderfrost has short, jet-black fur and a long thick tail. He has a snowy white underbelly and paws, with white flecks on parts of his legs. On about half of his tail, it is all white.
Cinderfrost has crystal blue eyes; pale and a very light shade of blue. He has a round face, and fluffy cheeks. Right above his eyes, and all around it is all completely black. Under his eyes it is completely white, with a white fleck on his nose. On the tip's of Cinderfrost's ears, they're unusually pointed, and are unusually fluffier then the wrest of his fur.
All around, Cinderfrost is your typical black-and-white cat. However, he excels in tracking ability due to having a very pointed, sharp nose. He also excels in hunting due to having a small body, so he doesn't stand out very much. Also; when he is hunting in the snow, he has the advantage for having white fur.
Personality: Cinderfrost has always been the easy-going sarcastic type. Usually he tries to cheer his friends up if they are upset, although sometimes he can seem offensive when he is trying to joke around.
Cinderfrost always tries to seem like he is brave, when really he is just a big coward. If he sees other clan cats, he will say things like, "I can take them all down." When really, he knew he would have no chance.
Cinderfrost isn't exactly the 'brightest' cat ever. Sometimes his joking and sarcasm get a little carried away. His jokes, really, aren't that funny. He thinks they are, but they're not. Sometimes when he is hunting; despite being good at it, will get bored with himself. He can be patient, definitely, when he wants to be. Sometimes, he just gets bored and will forget the prey was even there. Basically, he acts like a kit.
Despite all his sarcasm and foolish behavior, Cinderfrost can be surprisingly nice and gentle when he wants to be. He really is nice, actually, sometimes his joking just goes a little too far. He likes to be around others, and when he knows he shouldn't joke around, he usually acts calm and serious.
Character's Past:
Cinderfrost all around has had a pretty simple, easy-going life. Cinderfrost's mother and father both were never really there. He doesn't really know what exactly happened to them, they haven't been there since he was a kit. One of the other queens had raised him and his litter-mate.
Cinderfrost never really payed attention to all the bad things that happened to his life, he really acted like it never happened. He doesn't take the fact that he had no parents seriously, he didn't take anything badly. When elders, kits, queens, etc died, he mourned and was polite about it, but after a day or two he would act like it never happened.
In conclusion, Cinderfrost's life was never really that hard, so he became who he was from how he grew up.
Roleplaying Example: A young black and white tomcat was sitting down, the warm breeze ruffling his fur. He yawned, eyes half closed. His crystal blue eyes were narrow, and he stifled a yawn. He stood up, stretching each leg in turn. His ear twitched, the sound of a bird's call irritated him.
Time to shut up some birds. Cinderfrost thought, twitching his ear. The thought of eating made him lick his chops. He let himself lower smoothly and easily into a hunting crouch, tail low. He grinned in satisfaction at his crouch, eyes gleaming with hunger. His paws made no sound, and he got nearer and nearer. The bird clearly was unaware of his presence, and he grinned. The clan will certainly be pleased... He thought to himself.
"Hm?" Cinderfrost stopped dead, his paw crackling a leaf. He twitched his ear at the sound of voices. He ignored the loud alarmed call the bird made, still focused on the voices. "What's this?" He murmered to himself, tail raised in curiosity. The bird completely forgotten, he trotted towards the voices, curiosity getting the better of him.
He stopped when he saw his clan mates. He was pleased to see Hollypaw, but she looked angry, so he didn't dare go near her. "What's going on here?" He mewed, glaring at the sight of an an enemy warrior. He rose his hackles, "Who is this?" "What in the world is going on here?" He narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar warrior.
Cinderfrost's blue eyes gleamed with curiosity. He narrowed his eyes. At least something is going on around here... He thought, hoping for a battle. I wonder how strong this guy is... Cinderfrost thought, with a slight feeling of fear.
He stared down at the cat, eyes narrow and observant. The cat certainly wasn't the cleanest, but that was the last thing on his mind. I wonder why he is like this... He doesn't look like a warrior if you ask me.. He contemplated for a moment, staring the cat up and down.
"Is this cat a warrior?" Cinderfrost meowed, echoing his thoughts aloud. He looked up at the cat, hostility making his pelt bristle. He certainly looks like he has had some experience with fighting... Well, hopefully this won't have to turn into a fight-- or hopefully I won't have to take part in it. He winced, feeling raw guilt that he was really being a coward.
Well, no matter. I am there for my clanmates if they need me. Besides, we out number this cat... So nothing for me-- or my clanmates-- to worry about. He thought, grinning.
Notes: -pokes siggy-
