Post by briareus on Aug 16, 2007 21:17:04 GMT -5
Name: Archer
Gender: Male
Age: 6 moons
Clan: Loner
Rank: N/A
Looks: Archer's eyes are a piercing blue, in perfect contrast to the grey fur lining his body. On this grey fur are black stripes, while his paws have hints of white. His right ear has a black tip, and around his neck hangs a makeshift collar of thin rope intertwined with leather and rusty chain. It's hardly noticeable, however, as his fur is not fine and short, but long enough to keep him warm in times of cold.
Actions: Archer is fairly docile. That said, he doesn't fight much, but he does know how. He may be small, but he knows the basics of movement and swiping. He's quick to move when he feels he's no longer wanted, but will make himself at home wherever he can as long as possible. This known, Archer may still be able to join a clan before he grows too elderly.
His greatest fear is that he will die unhappy, and he requires a clan to teach him their ways. Without teachings, no mate, no mate, no happiness.
Past: Not too much is known about Archer, only that he was the one of several kits born to two rogues. Because of this, he never knew the luxury of having real family, as they left him in unknown territory where he was familiar with nothing. He hasn't heard from them since, and he doesn't wish to.
Archer was taken in to Brightclan after meeting Cinnabarcloud, who is now his hero, by coincidence. He has become an apprentice, and will quickly have his name changed.
In Character: Archer, the small loner, was merely trying to survive off of what he could find. Whether it be scraps left by a hunter of some clan, or a dying animal that he might feast on, he was more or less depending on luck to get him by. He knew not how to hunt, but thanks to the several times he had come by rogue kits like himself, he learned how to fight quickly.
Now he wandered around, looking for a new place to call home, hopefully he could discover a clan. And if that, maybe a warrior to call his mentor, and be proud to call himself the protege of that warrior. A sigh escaped him, and as he padded along the grass, he wondered if he would soon find happiness in what he might finally be able to call...his family.
Relationships/Kin: N/A
Other:
Codewords:
poison tears crashing down
Gender: Male
Age: 6 moons
Clan: Loner
Rank: N/A
Looks: Archer's eyes are a piercing blue, in perfect contrast to the grey fur lining his body. On this grey fur are black stripes, while his paws have hints of white. His right ear has a black tip, and around his neck hangs a makeshift collar of thin rope intertwined with leather and rusty chain. It's hardly noticeable, however, as his fur is not fine and short, but long enough to keep him warm in times of cold.
Actions: Archer is fairly docile. That said, he doesn't fight much, but he does know how. He may be small, but he knows the basics of movement and swiping. He's quick to move when he feels he's no longer wanted, but will make himself at home wherever he can as long as possible. This known, Archer may still be able to join a clan before he grows too elderly.
His greatest fear is that he will die unhappy, and he requires a clan to teach him their ways. Without teachings, no mate, no mate, no happiness.
Past: Not too much is known about Archer, only that he was the one of several kits born to two rogues. Because of this, he never knew the luxury of having real family, as they left him in unknown territory where he was familiar with nothing. He hasn't heard from them since, and he doesn't wish to.
Archer was taken in to Brightclan after meeting Cinnabarcloud, who is now his hero, by coincidence. He has become an apprentice, and will quickly have his name changed.
In Character: Archer, the small loner, was merely trying to survive off of what he could find. Whether it be scraps left by a hunter of some clan, or a dying animal that he might feast on, he was more or less depending on luck to get him by. He knew not how to hunt, but thanks to the several times he had come by rogue kits like himself, he learned how to fight quickly.
Now he wandered around, looking for a new place to call home, hopefully he could discover a clan. And if that, maybe a warrior to call his mentor, and be proud to call himself the protege of that warrior. A sigh escaped him, and as he padded along the grass, he wondered if he would soon find happiness in what he might finally be able to call...his family.
Relationships/Kin: N/A
Other:
Codewords:
poison tears crashing down
