Post by *~Angel~* on Nov 6, 2008 23:04:13 GMT -5
Name: Graystorm
Age: 22 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WC
Short-Description: Graystorm is a large dark gray tabby tom w/ golden eyes.
Description: Graystorm is a large dark gray tabby tom w/ golden eyes. His fur is long and somewhat patchy, and he seems a bit wiry. He dose however have a stocky build, and well developed muscles. His paws are huge, and his tail extremely long. Though he has been with the Clans for almost 4 moons now he still seems somewhat scrawny. With his large ears he can easily hear pray, and his long-hooked claws help him with fighting too. He has some pretty nasty scars along his body, mostly because of his old life. His worst scar runs down his muzzle and then curves around his jaw. Graystorm has a somewhat crooked jaw, which suggest that it was once broken in a fight.
Personality: Graystorm doesn't seem very motivated, and he doesn't really respond to other cats. Many cats dislike Graystorm because they find him unloyal, and lazy. However he has good potential. When in fights he's amazing, and feirce. Something you don't ever want to run into. Though he seems lazy he really isn't. He hunts well, and takes care of his clan. However, oddly enough he disappears quite often. Cats don't always know where he goes. He is loyal though, and he loves his adoptive Clan very much. If it came to a choice he would give anything for them. Though he is prickly and somewhat sarcastic he has a warm heart.
History: Moon- Mother, alive; rogue
Claw- Father, alive; rogue
Scar- Brother, alive; rogue
Blue- Sister, alive; loner
Graystorm was born in rogue territory to a she-cat named Moon and a tomcat named Claw. He had two other siblings. A light brown tabby tom named Scar, and a beautiful blue-gray she-cat named Blue. As Graystorm grew up he knew nothing more than the life of a rogue. From the time he was 6 moons his father began teaching him to fight, with unshealthed claws. He came home bruiesed and discourged. Quickly his brother Scar overpassed Graystorm, though he was the bigger kit. His sister Blue wanted nothing to do with her family so one night she left. Graystorm was sad to see her go, but he was too much of a coward to leave with her. As he grew older though his family paid less and less attention to him. So when he was 9 moons he escpaed leaving his old life behind. Quickly he learned that his father's skills came in handy. He could hunt, he could fight, these things kept him alive. Sadly though he never did find his sister Blue, he didn't even know if she was alive. By the time he was 14 moons he had joined a cold hearted rogue group that killed some followers and warriors of the Clans. When he was 19 moons he was nearly killed. He'd had his throat slit and was lying on the border of WindClan when some cats found him. Quickly they took him there. It wasn't long after that he wormed his way into the Clan. Its been four moons and many still don't trust him.
RoleplayingExample: Graystorm let his fur bristle in anger as he spun around, a snarl rising in his throat. "Get off WindClan territory!" He snarled, his tail lashing back and forth. The so called lazy tom was facing a ThunderClan she-cat, his body crouched low to the ground. his muscles rippling under his long gray fur.
"I'm only passing through." She joked looking at him in annoyance. His anger flared again and he spit in her face, watching with satisfaction as her expression changed to pure fury. He'd seen her hunting and she'd run carelessly over the border. He'd seen her and here she was trying to joke around. With a yowl of fury Graystorm shot at the unprepared she-cat, his claws digging into her pelt. She twisted away from him, shreiking in agony as his claws met flesh.
"Don't ever hunt here again!" He warned pinning her easily to the ground. It seemed that the battle was won to easily and then he understood why. With a shriek of fury the she-cat sprang up her claws connecting with his nose. Graystorm hissed as blood clouded his vision but he quickly shook it away with a snarl. Then the two cats circled, their pelts bristling with anger.
"It was rightfully ThunderClan prey!" She spat, arching her back at him. Graystorm snarled and lashed out with his paw, swiping her quickly across the chest.
"You killed it on WindClan territory! It was our prey!" He snapped, darting forward. Suddenly he heard yowls behind him as more WindClan warriors filled the clearing. The she-cat's eyes widened but she did not move. Dumb Stubborn cat! You'll get torn apart! Furiously Graystorm bit down hard on her shoulder, watching as she jerked back with pain. With an agonized hiss she leapt away, back onto ThunderClan territory,
"Whats going on!?" A tabby tom asked, glancing suspicously at Graystorm. Graystorm felt annoyance at the tom's look but instead he just jerked his head in the direction of a dead rabbit.
"She was hunting on our territory." He growled, then without another word the gray warrior scooped the rabbit up and lauched his way back to camp. They'll never trust me. He thought in despair.
Codeword: Polarbear
Age: 22 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WC
Short-Description: Graystorm is a large dark gray tabby tom w/ golden eyes.
Description: Graystorm is a large dark gray tabby tom w/ golden eyes. His fur is long and somewhat patchy, and he seems a bit wiry. He dose however have a stocky build, and well developed muscles. His paws are huge, and his tail extremely long. Though he has been with the Clans for almost 4 moons now he still seems somewhat scrawny. With his large ears he can easily hear pray, and his long-hooked claws help him with fighting too. He has some pretty nasty scars along his body, mostly because of his old life. His worst scar runs down his muzzle and then curves around his jaw. Graystorm has a somewhat crooked jaw, which suggest that it was once broken in a fight.
Personality: Graystorm doesn't seem very motivated, and he doesn't really respond to other cats. Many cats dislike Graystorm because they find him unloyal, and lazy. However he has good potential. When in fights he's amazing, and feirce. Something you don't ever want to run into. Though he seems lazy he really isn't. He hunts well, and takes care of his clan. However, oddly enough he disappears quite often. Cats don't always know where he goes. He is loyal though, and he loves his adoptive Clan very much. If it came to a choice he would give anything for them. Though he is prickly and somewhat sarcastic he has a warm heart.
History: Moon- Mother, alive; rogue
Claw- Father, alive; rogue
Scar- Brother, alive; rogue
Blue- Sister, alive; loner
Graystorm was born in rogue territory to a she-cat named Moon and a tomcat named Claw. He had two other siblings. A light brown tabby tom named Scar, and a beautiful blue-gray she-cat named Blue. As Graystorm grew up he knew nothing more than the life of a rogue. From the time he was 6 moons his father began teaching him to fight, with unshealthed claws. He came home bruiesed and discourged. Quickly his brother Scar overpassed Graystorm, though he was the bigger kit. His sister Blue wanted nothing to do with her family so one night she left. Graystorm was sad to see her go, but he was too much of a coward to leave with her. As he grew older though his family paid less and less attention to him. So when he was 9 moons he escpaed leaving his old life behind. Quickly he learned that his father's skills came in handy. He could hunt, he could fight, these things kept him alive. Sadly though he never did find his sister Blue, he didn't even know if she was alive. By the time he was 14 moons he had joined a cold hearted rogue group that killed some followers and warriors of the Clans. When he was 19 moons he was nearly killed. He'd had his throat slit and was lying on the border of WindClan when some cats found him. Quickly they took him there. It wasn't long after that he wormed his way into the Clan. Its been four moons and many still don't trust him.
RoleplayingExample: Graystorm let his fur bristle in anger as he spun around, a snarl rising in his throat. "Get off WindClan territory!" He snarled, his tail lashing back and forth. The so called lazy tom was facing a ThunderClan she-cat, his body crouched low to the ground. his muscles rippling under his long gray fur.
"I'm only passing through." She joked looking at him in annoyance. His anger flared again and he spit in her face, watching with satisfaction as her expression changed to pure fury. He'd seen her hunting and she'd run carelessly over the border. He'd seen her and here she was trying to joke around. With a yowl of fury Graystorm shot at the unprepared she-cat, his claws digging into her pelt. She twisted away from him, shreiking in agony as his claws met flesh.
"Don't ever hunt here again!" He warned pinning her easily to the ground. It seemed that the battle was won to easily and then he understood why. With a shriek of fury the she-cat sprang up her claws connecting with his nose. Graystorm hissed as blood clouded his vision but he quickly shook it away with a snarl. Then the two cats circled, their pelts bristling with anger.
"It was rightfully ThunderClan prey!" She spat, arching her back at him. Graystorm snarled and lashed out with his paw, swiping her quickly across the chest.
"You killed it on WindClan territory! It was our prey!" He snapped, darting forward. Suddenly he heard yowls behind him as more WindClan warriors filled the clearing. The she-cat's eyes widened but she did not move. Dumb Stubborn cat! You'll get torn apart! Furiously Graystorm bit down hard on her shoulder, watching as she jerked back with pain. With an agonized hiss she leapt away, back onto ThunderClan territory,
"Whats going on!?" A tabby tom asked, glancing suspicously at Graystorm. Graystorm felt annoyance at the tom's look but instead he just jerked his head in the direction of a dead rabbit.
"She was hunting on our territory." He growled, then without another word the gray warrior scooped the rabbit up and lauched his way back to camp. They'll never trust me. He thought in despair.
Codeword: Polarbear
