Post by Wildmask <3 on Sept 9, 2009 20:44:22 GMT -6
other:
Your Name: Dark
Roleplaying Experience: Seven almost Eight years
Your Opinion: Luff the site
character:
Name: Adderstrike
Gender: XY[Male]
Age: 35 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Description: It's known for me to gather attention to myself because of my broad shoulders and powerful muscles that seem better fit for a warrior, but I am no warrior and haven't thought of being one for many moons. I have long powerful legs that are useful for running and or battling if needed though I usually don't see much action unless brought straight to the heart of shadowclan territory. My pelt is sleek and very smooth to the touch even though I have a few scars covering it here and there but nothing too horrible, my tail is long and useful for balancing on fences or tree branches. My muzzle is semi long and powerful like the rest of me seeing as both of my parents were lean mean warriors with no problem killing people, my claws are sharp and can be very painful since they have an interesting look to them almost like adder's fangs. I got my name from my long reach and the speed of my strike, along with the fact in the past I've killed several adders. My pelt color is a light silver tabby and my orbs are an vividly icy blue that is known to freeze people in their tracks which the help of my deep tenor vocals.
Personality: Personally I see myself as a strong willed male with a strive to do what is best for my clan even if I'm the one cleaning up my clanmates after a battle, I find peace in my work even though I could have been a warrior instead of a medicine cat. I'm a gentle creature to my patients even though at times I can scare them just by looking at them, I'm tough when it comes to teaching whether it's herbs or the occasional warrior training that happens when we medicine cats need to know how to fight. I'm sharp tongued and brutal when someone disobeys me but I never hit or unsheathe my claws on a fellow shadowclan cat however I may threaten to claw their ears off, I can be sarcastic and rude but then again I'm the one who gets to keep you from death and make sure you stay far from Starclan if I can help it. Never one to like death so it drove me to strive to be the best medicine cat I could be, nothing could ever make me prouder then seeing my fellow clanmates alive and well.
Summary Light silver tabby with blue eyes
History: I had ever chance to become a warrior but I soon found myself not able to do anything close to fighting seeing as I was more or less chosen for this path from birth, the old medicine cat choose me as his apprentice when I was a kit out of all the other cats he could have choose it was me. I learned quickly from him and when he felt like it was time for me to learn some fighting he allowed me to be trained by a warrior who became impressed by my skills in the few lessons we spent together, we became friends and I taught him a little about what to use to heal and it helped but when he was killed it was a low blow and I wanted blood. Even though I was young and not even a true warrior I wanted to kill the cat who killed my friend, my grief became worse when my mother and then my mentor died. That was 15 moons ago.
Roleplaying Sample: Second character
Family:
-Nightclaw[father]
-Silverbrook[mother]
Mate: Never going to happen
Code Word: Warrior Cats
Your Name: Dark
Roleplaying Experience: Seven almost Eight years
Your Opinion: Luff the site
character:
Name: Adderstrike
Gender: XY[Male]
Age: 35 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Description: It's known for me to gather attention to myself because of my broad shoulders and powerful muscles that seem better fit for a warrior, but I am no warrior and haven't thought of being one for many moons. I have long powerful legs that are useful for running and or battling if needed though I usually don't see much action unless brought straight to the heart of shadowclan territory. My pelt is sleek and very smooth to the touch even though I have a few scars covering it here and there but nothing too horrible, my tail is long and useful for balancing on fences or tree branches. My muzzle is semi long and powerful like the rest of me seeing as both of my parents were lean mean warriors with no problem killing people, my claws are sharp and can be very painful since they have an interesting look to them almost like adder's fangs. I got my name from my long reach and the speed of my strike, along with the fact in the past I've killed several adders. My pelt color is a light silver tabby and my orbs are an vividly icy blue that is known to freeze people in their tracks which the help of my deep tenor vocals.
Personality: Personally I see myself as a strong willed male with a strive to do what is best for my clan even if I'm the one cleaning up my clanmates after a battle, I find peace in my work even though I could have been a warrior instead of a medicine cat. I'm a gentle creature to my patients even though at times I can scare them just by looking at them, I'm tough when it comes to teaching whether it's herbs or the occasional warrior training that happens when we medicine cats need to know how to fight. I'm sharp tongued and brutal when someone disobeys me but I never hit or unsheathe my claws on a fellow shadowclan cat however I may threaten to claw their ears off, I can be sarcastic and rude but then again I'm the one who gets to keep you from death and make sure you stay far from Starclan if I can help it. Never one to like death so it drove me to strive to be the best medicine cat I could be, nothing could ever make me prouder then seeing my fellow clanmates alive and well.
Summary Light silver tabby with blue eyes
History: I had ever chance to become a warrior but I soon found myself not able to do anything close to fighting seeing as I was more or less chosen for this path from birth, the old medicine cat choose me as his apprentice when I was a kit out of all the other cats he could have choose it was me. I learned quickly from him and when he felt like it was time for me to learn some fighting he allowed me to be trained by a warrior who became impressed by my skills in the few lessons we spent together, we became friends and I taught him a little about what to use to heal and it helped but when he was killed it was a low blow and I wanted blood. Even though I was young and not even a true warrior I wanted to kill the cat who killed my friend, my grief became worse when my mother and then my mentor died. That was 15 moons ago.
Roleplaying Sample: Second character
Family:
-Nightclaw[father]
-Silverbrook[mother]
Mate: Never going to happen
Code Word: Warrior Cats
