Post by lollypop on Jan 7, 2009 3:56:45 GMT -5
Name: Darkear
Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Gender: tom
Age: 27 moons
Mate: Littleflower
Family: Brownfoot, foster-father, deceased.
Torncloud, foster-mother, deceased.
Rose, mother, deceased.
Brandon, father, deceased.
Littleflower, mate.
Description: He is a brown/black tabby, with white on his belly. Since he is a tabby, he has stripes on his back and down his legs. His paws are white, too. He has sea green eyes that are almost the color of the water in a river.
Personality: He is full of ideas, quick to understand things, has a not-so rich vocabulary, has excellent ideas. He prefers hunting more than fishing, but if fishing was the only thing he could do to get food, he'd do it. He'll do anything for his clan, ecspecially when they are in great danger. But one problems is, he fully understands kittypets, loners and rogues for he was a kittypet and a rogue for some time. Since he understands them so well, he lets them on the clan's camp, and sometimes, when the leader finds out, he gets in big trouble. Hates being picked up.
History: When Darkear was born, he was born to Rose and Brandon, two kittypets. His name then was Shadow. He lived as a kittypet for a couple of moons and then decided it was no fun for the twoleg kits had been cruel to him or atleast he though they were being cruel by picking him up. So, he left the twolegs, crossed the Thunderpath, which wasn't the smartest idea. While he was crossing it, he got hit by one of the Twoleg's monsters. It injured his leg very badly and he limped around for a few nights. He was a rogue now. He had done what he wanted and what he wanted was to be free. But later on in his life, when he was eight moons old, he got lonely and sad. Then one day Brownfoot and Torncloud came along. They felt sad for poor Darkear and asked if he'd come with them to their camp. Darkear said yes and they brought him to WindClan. The leader had excepted him in as an apprentice. Darkear was happy about this. He trained well for many moons then the day came. It was the happiest and saddest day of his life. He had become a warrior, but the sad thing was that Brownfoot and Torncloud had went to hunt with StarClan. He was still very happy, though. He lived his life on being very happy, and a good warrior to the clan.
Example Of RPing: Darkear padded out of the stuffy warriors den and out into the misty air of the camp. He breathed in and scented all the fresh kill on the fresh kill pile. It smelled good. He padded over to the fresh kill pile. Hmm. So much to choose from, he mewled, with a mrrow of laughter. After observing every piece of fresh kill, he picked up a vole for himself and a rabbit for Littleflower.
Code word: ERROR: FILE DOES NOT EXIST
Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Gender: tom
Age: 27 moons
Mate: Littleflower
Family: Brownfoot, foster-father, deceased.
Torncloud, foster-mother, deceased.
Rose, mother, deceased.
Brandon, father, deceased.
Littleflower, mate.
Description: He is a brown/black tabby, with white on his belly. Since he is a tabby, he has stripes on his back and down his legs. His paws are white, too. He has sea green eyes that are almost the color of the water in a river.
Personality: He is full of ideas, quick to understand things, has a not-so rich vocabulary, has excellent ideas. He prefers hunting more than fishing, but if fishing was the only thing he could do to get food, he'd do it. He'll do anything for his clan, ecspecially when they are in great danger. But one problems is, he fully understands kittypets, loners and rogues for he was a kittypet and a rogue for some time. Since he understands them so well, he lets them on the clan's camp, and sometimes, when the leader finds out, he gets in big trouble. Hates being picked up.
History: When Darkear was born, he was born to Rose and Brandon, two kittypets. His name then was Shadow. He lived as a kittypet for a couple of moons and then decided it was no fun for the twoleg kits had been cruel to him or atleast he though they were being cruel by picking him up. So, he left the twolegs, crossed the Thunderpath, which wasn't the smartest idea. While he was crossing it, he got hit by one of the Twoleg's monsters. It injured his leg very badly and he limped around for a few nights. He was a rogue now. He had done what he wanted and what he wanted was to be free. But later on in his life, when he was eight moons old, he got lonely and sad. Then one day Brownfoot and Torncloud came along. They felt sad for poor Darkear and asked if he'd come with them to their camp. Darkear said yes and they brought him to WindClan. The leader had excepted him in as an apprentice. Darkear was happy about this. He trained well for many moons then the day came. It was the happiest and saddest day of his life. He had become a warrior, but the sad thing was that Brownfoot and Torncloud had went to hunt with StarClan. He was still very happy, though. He lived his life on being very happy, and a good warrior to the clan.
Example Of RPing: Darkear padded out of the stuffy warriors den and out into the misty air of the camp. He breathed in and scented all the fresh kill on the fresh kill pile. It smelled good. He padded over to the fresh kill pile. Hmm. So much to choose from, he mewled, with a mrrow of laughter. After observing every piece of fresh kill, he picked up a vole for himself and a rabbit for Littleflower.
Code word: ERROR: FILE DOES NOT EXIST
