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Post by [xdsterx] on Jul 21, 2007 3:23:24 GMT -5
Name - Stonefall
Age - 33 moons
Gender - Tom
Clan - AshClan
Rank - Deputy
Personality - Stonefall has the tendency to go out on solo patrols without any regard for his clanmates. He's exceptionally loyal but always prefers to be alone, instead of enjoying the company of his Clan. As soon as he sends out all of the hunting parties and border patrols, he slips out of camp, never to been seen again until the evening mealtime approaches. Despite is consistent absences, he never fails to return without some fresh-kill. Although quiet around his Clan, when forced into combat, he always shows his teeth and never his mercy. Touch his Clan, and you'll suffer the consequences.
Appearance - Stonefall isn't a big tabby, but he isn't a small one either. His pelt is a smokey, almost black, gray, yet light enough that you can see a collage of scars through his short fur. At the tips of his ears are tufts of white fur, to distinguish him from any other gray tom you might come across. His eyes are of a piercing yellow amber color, tinged with brown, giving his bronze orbs an exotic look. His claws aren't long but that doesn't mean that they aren't sharp. Finally, his tail is slightly bent at the tip and has been since he was a newborn kit.
History - Since he was the only kit of the litter, Stonefall decided that he had no need to strive to be the best, or express his ambitions outright. His lack of kin, however, didn't fray his intentions of becoming a loyal warrior, dedicated to the Clan. At six moons, he became known as Stonepaw and was taught the Warrior Code rigorously. He hunted well, and always did as he was told, but rarely arrived on time to training and his tardiness had his mentor apprehensive. Stonepaw had no more fascination with his Clan than a cat does with water, so he spent most of his spare time hunting or sitting among the boulders and gravel, watching the world pass around him. Deceitfully, his laid-back attitude gives him a languid appearance. Even if one of his clanmates offers him a chance to join a border patrol, he usually declines. When his parents were still alive, they used to try and get him to exploit why he is the way his is, but to no avail. To this day, his Clan still doesn't understand why he's so solitary.
Age - 33 moons
Gender - Tom
Clan - AshClan
Rank - Deputy
Personality - Stonefall has the tendency to go out on solo patrols without any regard for his clanmates. He's exceptionally loyal but always prefers to be alone, instead of enjoying the company of his Clan. As soon as he sends out all of the hunting parties and border patrols, he slips out of camp, never to been seen again until the evening mealtime approaches. Despite is consistent absences, he never fails to return without some fresh-kill. Although quiet around his Clan, when forced into combat, he always shows his teeth and never his mercy. Touch his Clan, and you'll suffer the consequences.
Appearance - Stonefall isn't a big tabby, but he isn't a small one either. His pelt is a smokey, almost black, gray, yet light enough that you can see a collage of scars through his short fur. At the tips of his ears are tufts of white fur, to distinguish him from any other gray tom you might come across. His eyes are of a piercing yellow amber color, tinged with brown, giving his bronze orbs an exotic look. His claws aren't long but that doesn't mean that they aren't sharp. Finally, his tail is slightly bent at the tip and has been since he was a newborn kit.
History - Since he was the only kit of the litter, Stonefall decided that he had no need to strive to be the best, or express his ambitions outright. His lack of kin, however, didn't fray his intentions of becoming a loyal warrior, dedicated to the Clan. At six moons, he became known as Stonepaw and was taught the Warrior Code rigorously. He hunted well, and always did as he was told, but rarely arrived on time to training and his tardiness had his mentor apprehensive. Stonepaw had no more fascination with his Clan than a cat does with water, so he spent most of his spare time hunting or sitting among the boulders and gravel, watching the world pass around him. Deceitfully, his laid-back attitude gives him a languid appearance. Even if one of his clanmates offers him a chance to join a border patrol, he usually declines. When his parents were still alive, they used to try and get him to exploit why he is the way his is, but to no avail. To this day, his Clan still doesn't understand why he's so solitary.
