Post by Riverstar on Jan 10, 2010 8:27:18 GMT -8
Picture:
Name: Mouserun
Gender: Tom
Age: 46 moons
Clan: FireClan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Mouserun is a well built gray tom with streak of white running from his belly up his sides. Dull yellow-green eyes inset into that round face of his. During a battle with a fox, he lost half of his tail. Although his ability to climb trees is now highly unstable, he still manages to do it with decent accuracy. Only ever once in a while does he fall out of a tree because his tail is cut in half. He has large paws, very customary of the FireClan cats, for climbing trees.
Personality:
Mouserun is a well-spoken tom with a deep alluring meow. He is very loyal to his clan and not at all very ambitious in his thinking. The tom is very pleasant to every single cat but overly protective of all queens and kits. Without a family of his own, the aggressive over-protective father-figure in him cascades to all the warriors within the Clan. Due to this small wrench in his personality, he can be overbearing on patrols and in training.
History:
Mousekit was born to Yellowbranch and Blackheart on a warm New Leaf morning beneath the branches of Two Trees. Alongside him was his brother, Treekit, and his sister, Owlkit. When Yellowbranch was ready to return to camp, the golden warrior and her mate carried their new kits back to the nursery.
His kithood was relatively normal. One night, Firestar stood on the branch and called for a meeting. It was time for his warrior ceremony. Mousepaw, Treepaw, and Owlpaw. Mousepaw’s mentor was a senior she-cat by the name of Gingerthroat. Together, Mousepaw became a fierce fighter and a patient hunter.
His apprenticeship went smoothly, and when it was time, Stormstar held his warrior ceremony alongside his siblings. Mousepaw became Mouserun while Owlpaw became Owleyes and Treepaw became Treesky. As a reward, although it had not been done before, the same night as their warrior ceremony, three kits had come of age. They were also siblings like their mentors. Spiderkit, Howlingkit, and Brightkit were ready to become apprentices. Spiderpaw went to Mouserun, Howlingpaw went to Owleyes, and Treesky got Brightpaw. Together they trained many moons.
One afternoon, the three siblings and their apprentices were out on a border patrol when the scent of fox drifted into the area. By the time any of the warriors could investigate the smell, the orange pelt descended upon Owleyes. The she-cat screeched before being thrown like a mossball against a tree. She fell down among the roots, unmoving. Treesky, furious at the merciless slaying of his sister, leapt at the fox without thought. Owleyes’ apprentice, Howlingpaw, had already gone sprinting back to camp for help. The other three cats leapt at the fox as well, Mouserun hissing with all of his might.
The fox sustained a great deal of scratches and bites, but not before he caused a great amount of damage to the attacking patrol. When the fox finally fled, Treesky had also perished to a murderous bite to the throat. Spiderpaw had scratches all along his face and Treepaw’s apprentice, Brightpaw, was barely able to put pressure upon one of his legs. Mouserun had lost half of his tail to the fox, but he had also lost the rest of his family.
That night, Firestar passed away. He watched with pained eyes as Stormstar and Floodstar came to wish their comrade farewell. Duskfeather, their deputy, was proclaimed the new leader. After the other leaders left, she called the clan to a meeting. So many things had gone wrong that day, but from the ash new lives would be born.
The clan sat huddled together, touching their noses to their three lost clanmates. As the sun rose, Mouserun and a few others carried the bodies out of camp. Life continued on from there.
Roleplay Example:
Mouserun lifted his heavy lids as the sleep began to crawl from his body. It was sunrise and another one of his clanmates had just crawled out of his nest to go on the dawn patrol. Pushing himself up, he stared around the clearing from inside the warriors’ den. Nothing seemed to be happening that was of dire importance. Pushing himself through the entrance, the tom stretched and yawned before meowing loudly to the patrol that was leaving. ”Wait! I will come too.”
Secret Word:
Please don't smile
Other:
Name: Mouserun
Gender: Tom
Age: 46 moons
Clan: FireClan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Mouserun is a well built gray tom with streak of white running from his belly up his sides. Dull yellow-green eyes inset into that round face of his. During a battle with a fox, he lost half of his tail. Although his ability to climb trees is now highly unstable, he still manages to do it with decent accuracy. Only ever once in a while does he fall out of a tree because his tail is cut in half. He has large paws, very customary of the FireClan cats, for climbing trees.
Personality:
Mouserun is a well-spoken tom with a deep alluring meow. He is very loyal to his clan and not at all very ambitious in his thinking. The tom is very pleasant to every single cat but overly protective of all queens and kits. Without a family of his own, the aggressive over-protective father-figure in him cascades to all the warriors within the Clan. Due to this small wrench in his personality, he can be overbearing on patrols and in training.
History:
Mousekit was born to Yellowbranch and Blackheart on a warm New Leaf morning beneath the branches of Two Trees. Alongside him was his brother, Treekit, and his sister, Owlkit. When Yellowbranch was ready to return to camp, the golden warrior and her mate carried their new kits back to the nursery.
His kithood was relatively normal. One night, Firestar stood on the branch and called for a meeting. It was time for his warrior ceremony. Mousepaw, Treepaw, and Owlpaw. Mousepaw’s mentor was a senior she-cat by the name of Gingerthroat. Together, Mousepaw became a fierce fighter and a patient hunter.
His apprenticeship went smoothly, and when it was time, Stormstar held his warrior ceremony alongside his siblings. Mousepaw became Mouserun while Owlpaw became Owleyes and Treepaw became Treesky. As a reward, although it had not been done before, the same night as their warrior ceremony, three kits had come of age. They were also siblings like their mentors. Spiderkit, Howlingkit, and Brightkit were ready to become apprentices. Spiderpaw went to Mouserun, Howlingpaw went to Owleyes, and Treesky got Brightpaw. Together they trained many moons.
One afternoon, the three siblings and their apprentices were out on a border patrol when the scent of fox drifted into the area. By the time any of the warriors could investigate the smell, the orange pelt descended upon Owleyes. The she-cat screeched before being thrown like a mossball against a tree. She fell down among the roots, unmoving. Treesky, furious at the merciless slaying of his sister, leapt at the fox without thought. Owleyes’ apprentice, Howlingpaw, had already gone sprinting back to camp for help. The other three cats leapt at the fox as well, Mouserun hissing with all of his might.
The fox sustained a great deal of scratches and bites, but not before he caused a great amount of damage to the attacking patrol. When the fox finally fled, Treesky had also perished to a murderous bite to the throat. Spiderpaw had scratches all along his face and Treepaw’s apprentice, Brightpaw, was barely able to put pressure upon one of his legs. Mouserun had lost half of his tail to the fox, but he had also lost the rest of his family.
That night, Firestar passed away. He watched with pained eyes as Stormstar and Floodstar came to wish their comrade farewell. Duskfeather, their deputy, was proclaimed the new leader. After the other leaders left, she called the clan to a meeting. So many things had gone wrong that day, but from the ash new lives would be born.
The clan sat huddled together, touching their noses to their three lost clanmates. As the sun rose, Mouserun and a few others carried the bodies out of camp. Life continued on from there.
Roleplay Example:
Mouserun lifted his heavy lids as the sleep began to crawl from his body. It was sunrise and another one of his clanmates had just crawled out of his nest to go on the dawn patrol. Pushing himself up, he stared around the clearing from inside the warriors’ den. Nothing seemed to be happening that was of dire importance. Pushing himself through the entrance, the tom stretched and yawned before meowing loudly to the patrol that was leaving. ”Wait! I will come too.”
Secret Word:
Please don't smile
Other:
