Post by valourpaw on Jun 7, 2009 16:31:53 GMT -5
Name- Windfoot
Gender- tom
Age (In Moons)- 30 moons
Alliance/Clan- WindClan
Rank- Warrior
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Description- Windfoot has ice-blue eyes, that can be friendly. He has long legs (for a WindClan cat), and powerful paws, both of which he was named for. He is rather long and muscled, but has slender shoulders, and is not as muscled as Tigerstar was. He is rather lanky (for a WindClan cat) , but doesn't boast about it. One of his ears has the top nicked from a skirmish with ShadowClan, and he has a long scar running down his left flank form the same battle. His pelt is white, with small patches of grey here and there. He has grey 'socks' and a grey tip to his otherwise white tail. The fur on his underbelly is just beginning to grow back; In a battle with RiverClan, he received a serious wound that caused him to lose practically all of his belly fur.
The wound has long since recovered, but it will take a long, long time before all the fur in that area of his body grows back. The warrior that made that wound doesn't have to worry about Windfoot taking revenge; Want to know why? Because Windfoot killed him. Now, more about his eyes. Windfoot's eyes can tell a lot about what he is thinking and/or feeling. The only time you can't read his feelings by his eyes is when there is about to be a battle. He could be anticipating it, he could be dreading it, but you can't tell what he is feeling. Stare into his eyes, and they will be calm and unblinking. But otherwise, you can read him like a book.
Attitude/Personality- Windfoot is a serious, reliable cat. He is fairly easygoing, and can be relied upon to make good decisions, without provoking arguments. He is not arrogant, or ambitious. (Well, his ambition is to be the best warrior he can possibly be)
He has moments when he is not-so-serious, but they are often few and far between. He is a solid rock of good sense, and if some cat taunts him, he will usually not give in and fight them, unless he is extremely stressed or aggravated. He could never be called disloyal, as he puts his Clan before everything else, and would give his life for his Clan without hesitation.
He is fairly friendly toward cats in the other Clans, provided they have not attacked WindClan recently. He does have a few friends in some of the other Clans; But that doesn't mean he won't fight their Clan if he has to. Faced with a battle, Windfoot will throw himself into it and thoroughly enjoy himself. Normally he prefers to fight alone, sometimes taking on two enemy warriors at once.
If a Clanmate is in need of help, though, he will provide it, springing over to them, yowling ferociously. But life isn't a diet of battles and hunting; Sometimes there are other duties to be done too. Sometimes Windfoot has to help with the apprentice duties, at times where there are only one or two apprentices to do them. He doesn't enjoy it, collecting moss for the elders, searching their pelts for ticks; But when and if he has to do it, he'll do it without complaint.
History/Past- Windfoot is a pure WindClan warrior, his mother a fierce, small, long-haired, green-eyed she-cat called Snowstorm, and his father was a smoky- white, short haired, hazel-eyed tom called Cloudedstorm. Windfoot had a brother, Tinykit, but he died of greencough two moons after he was born. He has a sister, Whiteblaze, who is alive and well. Snowstorm, Windfoot and Whiteblaze's mother is alive, as a senior warrior. Cloudedstorm is maraciously alive as well, but both parents may have to retire soon, due to age. As a kit, he liked to play rough, copying the apprentice's moves. He had races with the other kits, outrunning all of them. Guess what his first prey was.... a rabbit! He was very proud of it, and it was as big as him! When he received his apprentice name, he almost burst with happiness.
He became one of the most serious, reliable apprentices WindClan had ever had, but one day, he went on a lone hunt (and yes, he had asked his mentor for permission) and fractured his leg badly, having been chasing a rabbit, and not looking where he was going, so one of his front paws slipped down a pothole, and as he tried to struggle free, he fractured his leg. Luckily, a hunting patrol found him, and brought him back to camp. He had to stay with the Medicine Cat, in her den, for a whole moon. After that, he was a lot more careful, and when he was made a warrior, he was proclaimed to be the fastest of them all. He never really boasted about anything, even when he was a kit. But that is for his Clan to judge. Now, as a warrior, he trys to enjoy every day, tries to have a laugh every day, but still be a serious, reliable, responsible warrior.
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Example Of Role-Playing- Windfoot stretched his lanky boy luxuriously, yawning. Next moment, he was bounding out of camp, followed by the rest of the hunting patrol. Gesturing with his tail for silence, he scented the air. There was a strong smell of rabbit coming from a gorse bush, just six fox-lengths away. Seeing that his Clanmates had already pinpointed their own prey, he crept up to the bush, paw by paw. Suddenly there was a rustle, and the rabbit darted across the moor. But Windfoot was after it, his tail streaming out behind him. He sped toward it, and then, noiselessly, he pounced!
The rabbit did not have time for a squeal before it was dead. Picking up his catch, the grey-and-white warrior placed it in the middle of a patch of heather. Soon he had picked up the scent of another rabbit, but this time, he did not have to run to get it. Calling the rest of the patrol to his side, he led the way back to camp, noticing with pleasure that all of his clanmates were carrying good, plump rabbits. Depositing his catch on the fresh-kill pile, he selected a rabbit for himself, went over to the heather patch where the senior warriors ate, sat down and started eating with a sigh of pleasure. What a wonderful summer morning.
Code Word- Warrior Cats
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Gender- tom
Age (In Moons)- 30 moons
Alliance/Clan- WindClan
Rank- Warrior
Image/Picture-
Description- Windfoot has ice-blue eyes, that can be friendly. He has long legs (for a WindClan cat), and powerful paws, both of which he was named for. He is rather long and muscled, but has slender shoulders, and is not as muscled as Tigerstar was. He is rather lanky (for a WindClan cat) , but doesn't boast about it. One of his ears has the top nicked from a skirmish with ShadowClan, and he has a long scar running down his left flank form the same battle. His pelt is white, with small patches of grey here and there. He has grey 'socks' and a grey tip to his otherwise white tail. The fur on his underbelly is just beginning to grow back; In a battle with RiverClan, he received a serious wound that caused him to lose practically all of his belly fur.
The wound has long since recovered, but it will take a long, long time before all the fur in that area of his body grows back. The warrior that made that wound doesn't have to worry about Windfoot taking revenge; Want to know why? Because Windfoot killed him. Now, more about his eyes. Windfoot's eyes can tell a lot about what he is thinking and/or feeling. The only time you can't read his feelings by his eyes is when there is about to be a battle. He could be anticipating it, he could be dreading it, but you can't tell what he is feeling. Stare into his eyes, and they will be calm and unblinking. But otherwise, you can read him like a book.
Attitude/Personality- Windfoot is a serious, reliable cat. He is fairly easygoing, and can be relied upon to make good decisions, without provoking arguments. He is not arrogant, or ambitious. (Well, his ambition is to be the best warrior he can possibly be)
He has moments when he is not-so-serious, but they are often few and far between. He is a solid rock of good sense, and if some cat taunts him, he will usually not give in and fight them, unless he is extremely stressed or aggravated. He could never be called disloyal, as he puts his Clan before everything else, and would give his life for his Clan without hesitation.
He is fairly friendly toward cats in the other Clans, provided they have not attacked WindClan recently. He does have a few friends in some of the other Clans; But that doesn't mean he won't fight their Clan if he has to. Faced with a battle, Windfoot will throw himself into it and thoroughly enjoy himself. Normally he prefers to fight alone, sometimes taking on two enemy warriors at once.
If a Clanmate is in need of help, though, he will provide it, springing over to them, yowling ferociously. But life isn't a diet of battles and hunting; Sometimes there are other duties to be done too. Sometimes Windfoot has to help with the apprentice duties, at times where there are only one or two apprentices to do them. He doesn't enjoy it, collecting moss for the elders, searching their pelts for ticks; But when and if he has to do it, he'll do it without complaint.
History/Past- Windfoot is a pure WindClan warrior, his mother a fierce, small, long-haired, green-eyed she-cat called Snowstorm, and his father was a smoky- white, short haired, hazel-eyed tom called Cloudedstorm. Windfoot had a brother, Tinykit, but he died of greencough two moons after he was born. He has a sister, Whiteblaze, who is alive and well. Snowstorm, Windfoot and Whiteblaze's mother is alive, as a senior warrior. Cloudedstorm is maraciously alive as well, but both parents may have to retire soon, due to age. As a kit, he liked to play rough, copying the apprentice's moves. He had races with the other kits, outrunning all of them. Guess what his first prey was.... a rabbit! He was very proud of it, and it was as big as him! When he received his apprentice name, he almost burst with happiness.
He became one of the most serious, reliable apprentices WindClan had ever had, but one day, he went on a lone hunt (and yes, he had asked his mentor for permission) and fractured his leg badly, having been chasing a rabbit, and not looking where he was going, so one of his front paws slipped down a pothole, and as he tried to struggle free, he fractured his leg. Luckily, a hunting patrol found him, and brought him back to camp. He had to stay with the Medicine Cat, in her den, for a whole moon. After that, he was a lot more careful, and when he was made a warrior, he was proclaimed to be the fastest of them all. He never really boasted about anything, even when he was a kit. But that is for his Clan to judge. Now, as a warrior, he trys to enjoy every day, tries to have a laugh every day, but still be a serious, reliable, responsible warrior.
Other-
Theme Song-
Example Of Role-Playing- Windfoot stretched his lanky boy luxuriously, yawning. Next moment, he was bounding out of camp, followed by the rest of the hunting patrol. Gesturing with his tail for silence, he scented the air. There was a strong smell of rabbit coming from a gorse bush, just six fox-lengths away. Seeing that his Clanmates had already pinpointed their own prey, he crept up to the bush, paw by paw. Suddenly there was a rustle, and the rabbit darted across the moor. But Windfoot was after it, his tail streaming out behind him. He sped toward it, and then, noiselessly, he pounced!
The rabbit did not have time for a squeal before it was dead. Picking up his catch, the grey-and-white warrior placed it in the middle of a patch of heather. Soon he had picked up the scent of another rabbit, but this time, he did not have to run to get it. Calling the rest of the patrol to his side, he led the way back to camp, noticing with pleasure that all of his clanmates were carrying good, plump rabbits. Depositing his catch on the fresh-kill pile, he selected a rabbit for himself, went over to the heather patch where the senior warriors ate, sat down and started eating with a sigh of pleasure. What a wonderful summer morning.
Code Word- Warrior Cats
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