Post by .:Stipes:. on Oct 16, 2009 9:06:32 GMT -5
Name: Snow Run
Age: 10 Moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Soft Paw
Appearance: A white, short fured tom with black paws. He has dark hazle eyes and a black ring around the right one. The reason for the 'Run' in his name was he born with long legs for a kit and his mother figured he'd be a good runner.
Personality: Snow Run is a hyper, energetic cat but quiet jumpy. The slightly noise nearly scares him right out of his fur. But don't get him wrong, he is no scardy cat. If it comes to that, he'll stare danger right in the face-he hopes he'll never have to stare at danger though.
He's adventurous and always ready to take on something new. He's been working on his fishing-one out of ten times he always catches something, even if it is really small. One of his goals is to climb the tallest tree he can find-then climb back down with out any help. He wants to be known as the best fisher or the best climber, though he still has to work on both.
Family: Silver Sky: Mother
Hawk Claw: Father
Rain Dapple: Sister{Desceesed}
History: Snow Run was the only kit born to his litter, though his sister Rain Dapple was born two litters a head of him. He always wanted to be like her, she seemed fearless and brave, smart and Snow Run admired her. On the day it was time for her to become a Sharp Claw, disater struck. She never found her way out the tunnles. Snow Run waited day after day, but she never came out.
That was six moons ago. Snow run misses his sister dearly and believed she was still in the tunnles, until the day it rained. The tunnles flooded and he knew there was no way for Rain Dapple to make it out alive.
Now at ten moons, with only two to go Snow Run strives to become the best Sharp Claw he can be and promised himself that he would make it out the tunnles and become a Sharp Claw for Rain Dapple who didn't make it.
Roleplay Sample: Snow Run looked at the tree, circling around it and scapped his claws down the trunk. "I can do it," he said to himself, taking a few steps back and crouched down. Today he would climb the oak tree, not the biggest one he could find but it would have to do. With a grunt, he jumped onto the tree, claws extending and digging into the bark as he made his way up. "I'm doing it!" he cheered, white tail flicking back and forth. "I'm really doing it!" Uh-oh. He started to feel himself flip, sliding down the tree. "Oh no! Oh no!" he scrambled for a claw hold, before falling downward, twisting just in the knick of time to land on his paws. "I was so close this time!" he whinned, swipping a paw at a fallen leaf. "You win this time tree! But I will be back and you will be climbed!" he said, holding his tail and chin up high. "I will make it next time."
Other: He likes collecting feathers and linning his den with them.
Age: 10 Moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Soft Paw
Appearance: A white, short fured tom with black paws. He has dark hazle eyes and a black ring around the right one. The reason for the 'Run' in his name was he born with long legs for a kit and his mother figured he'd be a good runner.
Personality: Snow Run is a hyper, energetic cat but quiet jumpy. The slightly noise nearly scares him right out of his fur. But don't get him wrong, he is no scardy cat. If it comes to that, he'll stare danger right in the face-he hopes he'll never have to stare at danger though.
He's adventurous and always ready to take on something new. He's been working on his fishing-one out of ten times he always catches something, even if it is really small. One of his goals is to climb the tallest tree he can find-then climb back down with out any help. He wants to be known as the best fisher or the best climber, though he still has to work on both.
Family: Silver Sky: Mother
Hawk Claw: Father
Rain Dapple: Sister{Desceesed}
History: Snow Run was the only kit born to his litter, though his sister Rain Dapple was born two litters a head of him. He always wanted to be like her, she seemed fearless and brave, smart and Snow Run admired her. On the day it was time for her to become a Sharp Claw, disater struck. She never found her way out the tunnles. Snow Run waited day after day, but she never came out.
That was six moons ago. Snow run misses his sister dearly and believed she was still in the tunnles, until the day it rained. The tunnles flooded and he knew there was no way for Rain Dapple to make it out alive.
Now at ten moons, with only two to go Snow Run strives to become the best Sharp Claw he can be and promised himself that he would make it out the tunnles and become a Sharp Claw for Rain Dapple who didn't make it.
Roleplay Sample: Snow Run looked at the tree, circling around it and scapped his claws down the trunk. "I can do it," he said to himself, taking a few steps back and crouched down. Today he would climb the oak tree, not the biggest one he could find but it would have to do. With a grunt, he jumped onto the tree, claws extending and digging into the bark as he made his way up. "I'm doing it!" he cheered, white tail flicking back and forth. "I'm really doing it!" Uh-oh. He started to feel himself flip, sliding down the tree. "Oh no! Oh no!" he scrambled for a claw hold, before falling downward, twisting just in the knick of time to land on his paws. "I was so close this time!" he whinned, swipping a paw at a fallen leaf. "You win this time tree! But I will be back and you will be climbed!" he said, holding his tail and chin up high. "I will make it next time."
Other: He likes collecting feathers and linning his den with them.