Post by midnightstars on Jan 10, 2008 18:41:16 GMT -5
Name: Cloverpelt
Gender: male
Age: 18 moons
Clan: CloudClan
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Cloverpelt is a finely tuned warrior. His pelt is a crisp white colour like clouds. His fur light, fluffly, and silky soft. His eyes are a yellow green, like the colour of clovers. They always have a bright sparkle to them, that is almost irresistable. His head is rounded, with a short cirrcular muzzle. White whiskers sprout out from the sides of his face. Cloverpelt's ears are wide based, and come to a point, making a perfect traingular shape. His nose and gums are a soft pink, along with his pads and inner ears. His haunches are thick and muscular. Cloverpelt's tail is thick and long, his claws as sharp as daggers.
Actions: Cloverpelt is one of the sweetest, most caring cats you'll ever meet. He is kind to everyone, the only hostility he ever shows is to his enemies and in battle. His tongue is soft, meaning he never says any sarcastic comments to his clan mates. He controls his temper unbelievalby well, and it takes alot to get him angry. His steps are always srpingy, and he is always ready to go. Even when he is tired and grumpy, he is still sweet as sugar. Cloverpelt just always wants to help, and make everybodies day. He always pulls over his weight in the clan, and just wants to serve his clan.
Past: Kithood: Cloverpelt had a regular kithood. Lots of playing, warm happiness filled days. He enjoyed to play outside the nursery with his littermates, batting at moss balls, and he was always eager to escape. He wanted to become older then he was, dreams filled with serving his clan, and becoming a warrior.
Apprenticeship: He was always eager to learn. He passed his asessments easily. The only thing he wasn't ever really good at was hunting. He could catch prey fine, just wasn't very strong at it. But he was really really good at battle training, and he loved the ferocity of battle, as long as it was against other clans.
Warriorhood: He became a warrior at 14 moons. Since then he has done lots of patrols and served his clan well. The moment he had his ceremony he was very proud. His ambitions as a warrior had always been to follow his bloodlines through with a beautiful mate he had always loved, and possibly keep a high position. He always participated in clan life, and lived as a regular cat.
In Character: Cloverpelt pranced happily through the forest. He loved Greenleaf, and everything that had to do with clan life. He loved being out in the forest, even on the worst of days. His pelt glowed softly in the patchy sun breaking through the canopy of trees. His steps were light and springy, snapping up quickly off the spongy ground. Cloverpelt paused in a bright yellow patch of sunlight, laying down he stopped to think. HIs heart ached badly for a mate, to know one loved him, to be able to love another cat, to carry on his bloodlines. But just to be able to spend time with the one he loved, to know they belonged to each other. Will I ever find a mate? he thought, wonderingly. Cloverpelt stood up shaking himself, of course he would, eventually he would find a she-cat that shared his feelings. He would find a mate that matched, his soul-mate.
Relationships/Kin: none
Other: nothing
Codewords: Poison Tears Crash Down
Gender: male
Age: 18 moons
Clan: CloudClan
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Cloverpelt is a finely tuned warrior. His pelt is a crisp white colour like clouds. His fur light, fluffly, and silky soft. His eyes are a yellow green, like the colour of clovers. They always have a bright sparkle to them, that is almost irresistable. His head is rounded, with a short cirrcular muzzle. White whiskers sprout out from the sides of his face. Cloverpelt's ears are wide based, and come to a point, making a perfect traingular shape. His nose and gums are a soft pink, along with his pads and inner ears. His haunches are thick and muscular. Cloverpelt's tail is thick and long, his claws as sharp as daggers.
Actions: Cloverpelt is one of the sweetest, most caring cats you'll ever meet. He is kind to everyone, the only hostility he ever shows is to his enemies and in battle. His tongue is soft, meaning he never says any sarcastic comments to his clan mates. He controls his temper unbelievalby well, and it takes alot to get him angry. His steps are always srpingy, and he is always ready to go. Even when he is tired and grumpy, he is still sweet as sugar. Cloverpelt just always wants to help, and make everybodies day. He always pulls over his weight in the clan, and just wants to serve his clan.
Past: Kithood: Cloverpelt had a regular kithood. Lots of playing, warm happiness filled days. He enjoyed to play outside the nursery with his littermates, batting at moss balls, and he was always eager to escape. He wanted to become older then he was, dreams filled with serving his clan, and becoming a warrior.
Apprenticeship: He was always eager to learn. He passed his asessments easily. The only thing he wasn't ever really good at was hunting. He could catch prey fine, just wasn't very strong at it. But he was really really good at battle training, and he loved the ferocity of battle, as long as it was against other clans.
Warriorhood: He became a warrior at 14 moons. Since then he has done lots of patrols and served his clan well. The moment he had his ceremony he was very proud. His ambitions as a warrior had always been to follow his bloodlines through with a beautiful mate he had always loved, and possibly keep a high position. He always participated in clan life, and lived as a regular cat.
In Character: Cloverpelt pranced happily through the forest. He loved Greenleaf, and everything that had to do with clan life. He loved being out in the forest, even on the worst of days. His pelt glowed softly in the patchy sun breaking through the canopy of trees. His steps were light and springy, snapping up quickly off the spongy ground. Cloverpelt paused in a bright yellow patch of sunlight, laying down he stopped to think. HIs heart ached badly for a mate, to know one loved him, to be able to love another cat, to carry on his bloodlines. But just to be able to spend time with the one he loved, to know they belonged to each other. Will I ever find a mate? he thought, wonderingly. Cloverpelt stood up shaking himself, of course he would, eventually he would find a she-cat that shared his feelings. He would find a mate that matched, his soul-mate.
Relationships/Kin: none
Other: nothing
Codewords: Poison Tears Crash Down
