Post by ♥_Silent.star on Jun 23, 2009 0:08:43 GMT -5
Name: Firepelt
Gender: Tom
Clan: Fireclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 30 moons
Appearance: Firepelt is a long haired ginger tom. His muzzle is slightly lighter than the rest of his face. His eyes are outlined in a thin line of black, giving him a slight Egyptian look. His underbelly is a soft cream color that fades to dark ginger at his back. He is overall a big tom, but most of that is because of his long fur.
Personality: He is quiet most of the time, but loves talking with his friends. Most cats respect him, and he likes it. One thing he does not tolerate at all is cats who act like they're doing something when they're doing nothing. He dreams of being deputy some day, but won't get in the way of another cat that will become deputy.
IC: Firepelt kneeded the ground nervously, waiting for his sister to come back from the fight. He had been forced to stay back to guard the camp instead of being in the fight. He wouldn't have minded so much, but his little sister had been sent out to fight. Starclan help her! She's only 13 moons! he thought to himself, sinking his claws into the ground in fear.
Picture: i44.tinypic.com/344a6ur.jpg
Gender: Tom
Clan: Fireclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 30 moons
Appearance: Firepelt is a long haired ginger tom. His muzzle is slightly lighter than the rest of his face. His eyes are outlined in a thin line of black, giving him a slight Egyptian look. His underbelly is a soft cream color that fades to dark ginger at his back. He is overall a big tom, but most of that is because of his long fur.
Personality: He is quiet most of the time, but loves talking with his friends. Most cats respect him, and he likes it. One thing he does not tolerate at all is cats who act like they're doing something when they're doing nothing. He dreams of being deputy some day, but won't get in the way of another cat that will become deputy.
IC: Firepelt kneeded the ground nervously, waiting for his sister to come back from the fight. He had been forced to stay back to guard the camp instead of being in the fight. He wouldn't have minded so much, but his little sister had been sent out to fight. Starclan help her! She's only 13 moons! he thought to himself, sinking his claws into the ground in fear.
Picture: i44.tinypic.com/344a6ur.jpg
