Post by **MidnightBloo** on Jul 27, 2009 21:04:43 GMT -5
Name: Pantherfang
Gender: Tom
Clan: Darkclan
Position: Deputy
Age: 30 moons
Appearance: His glossy pitch black coat shines deviously in the moonlight as he hunts his prey. His eyes are gleaming yellow that seem as though they are already plotting your death. He has shortish legs and long curved claws that extend a great length. Muscles blug out of his legs when he tenses.
Personality: He is a very humored cat with a cold vibe. His fighting skills got him far and don't take that lightly. He can be dead serious or maybe some cold humor. The code is like a play thing for him. He bends it to his liking or maybe breaks it but the blame never reaches him. This cat is like the shadow of your shadow, always there watching you unseen or heard. Like a death threat.
IC: His black fur was ruffled against the wind as it hit him. Pantherfang was enjoying his time gathering ranks only to get what was rightfully his. He trusted none of these cats. What fools! It's like staeling prey from a kit! Of course he'd never do that. kits were the livelyhood of each clan in his opinion. He stretched his curved claws and yawned showing his pair of large gruwsome fangs that were stained with blood. Giving his fur a few licks, he padded from the clearing and into a darker spot of the forest.
Picture: www.catimages.co.uk/Breed%20Photographs%20A-B/ppages/ppage22.htm
Gender: Tom
Clan: Darkclan
Position: Deputy
Age: 30 moons
Appearance: His glossy pitch black coat shines deviously in the moonlight as he hunts his prey. His eyes are gleaming yellow that seem as though they are already plotting your death. He has shortish legs and long curved claws that extend a great length. Muscles blug out of his legs when he tenses.
Personality: He is a very humored cat with a cold vibe. His fighting skills got him far and don't take that lightly. He can be dead serious or maybe some cold humor. The code is like a play thing for him. He bends it to his liking or maybe breaks it but the blame never reaches him. This cat is like the shadow of your shadow, always there watching you unseen or heard. Like a death threat.
IC: His black fur was ruffled against the wind as it hit him. Pantherfang was enjoying his time gathering ranks only to get what was rightfully his. He trusted none of these cats. What fools! It's like staeling prey from a kit! Of course he'd never do that. kits were the livelyhood of each clan in his opinion. He stretched his curved claws and yawned showing his pair of large gruwsome fangs that were stained with blood. Giving his fur a few licks, he padded from the clearing and into a darker spot of the forest.
Picture: www.catimages.co.uk/Breed%20Photographs%20A-B/ppages/ppage22.htm
