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| Smokebreath -- Warrior | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 9 2011, 01:22 PM (299 Views) | |
| kestrelsong | Apr 9 2011, 01:22 PM Post #1 |
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Login Name: xxSmokebreath Desired Clan: Streamclan. (obviously) Desired Ranking: Warrior. Desired Character Age: About 39 moons. Preferred Warrior Name: Smokebreath. Gender: Tom. Reference Photo: ![]() Physical Description. The tom had dark gray fur with black stripes flitting across his pelt, striking down every chance the fur got at being unique. He has dark green eyes and a brick red colored nose which ruins all chance of camoflauge because of the color. Smokebreath has a large frame, and powerful legs. Furcadia Description: > Smokebreath -- The large, long furred tom had dark green eyes and black stripes that flicked upon his pelt, causing him to look more like a miniature silver tiger than a regular housecat. He walked with a certain dignity, an air of which could not be changed by any words or any actions towards him. A sarcastic remark, thrown into one's face so he could go on with his life and not waste any time. Summarized Description: A large long furred dark gray tabby cat with dark green eyes. History: God, the water, it was rushing up all around him, choking him, sucking him in-- His mother never told him this could happen, only in his wildest nightmares would the water come alive and choke a cat like it was him. He gasped and choked for air when he finally reached the surface, his tiny fore-legs flailing around as he tried to get a grip on something, anything, that would help him out of the prison cell this river had become. He struggled, struggled, struggled, only then would his head break the surface as he got what he believed would be his last look at the beautiful moon, his last at the stars of silverpelt, his last of his mother and father before he would sleep, sleep to join them forever. He awoke in the medicine cat den. He didn't know when he got there because his last sight was the moon, the stars, looking up at his ancestors one final time but now he was there being fawned over by the medicine cat and he didn't understand why it was such a big deal, after all, he was dead, right? He wondered how this specific medicine cat was there, did they die too? He hoped not, his clan needed that medicine cat for multiple reasons, not just taking care of some sick little kit. He tried to speak but his voice was just a rasp, a dried up mew that didn't fit his tiny body. It was as if he was just breathing out smoke, not even speaking. He had swallowed so much water, too much water, too much for him to possibly be ok. . but somehow he was. That was the day that Smokekit lost his will in life. The day that he wondered, wondered why the cruel water didn't take him like it took his mother and his father, like it took his little sister before she was even old enough to open her eyes. He wondered. .wondered so much. Too much. And so the wall. . .the wall was built, slowly and slowly before a giant brick wall stood between himself and the rest of his once friends, the rest of his clan. The wall that would keep him protected from the water, protected from that which ruined his life. Personality: Cruel, sarcastic, doesn't like wasting time. He believes that anything that isn't nessecary is just a waste and shouldn't happen. Shows little fascination in daily clan life except for hunting, in which he doesn't like going near the river for obvious reasons, including Hydrophobia and paranoia. Website (if applicable): N/A Sample Roleplay Post(s): The warrior sneered at the little apprentice who was learning to fish for the first time. "Don't you have better things to do than bother me, little one? Go bother your mentor, that's what he's there for," he hissed, his voice taking on it's natural tone that tended to scare the littl'uns. He stared down in the depths of the water, a comfortable distance away from it should anything happen. He didn't want to go near the water, but some things were neccessary -- like chaperoning the apprentices for their first lessons, or like hunting for the rest of the clan so they didn't starve. Neccessary things belittled by un-neccessary things. He sighed, watching the small ones once more, thanking the fact that he did not have an apprentice because only Starclan knows how messed up that apprentice would become from having such an antisocial mentor like himself. Do you have any other characters in the dream? If so, who? Kestrelsong, a CliffClan warrior. |
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| Froststar | Apr 9 2011, 01:35 PM Post #2 |
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Lookin' for rupees
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Looks bueno~ |
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| Eyebright | Apr 11 2011, 02:42 AM Post #3 |
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Former Leader of FieldClan
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Looks good. |
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FieldClan: Talltail, Dust-tail CliffClan: Rowantail StarClan: Patchedstar, Rockclaw, Fernwhisker OOC: Eyebright/Mistystar | |
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| Silby | Apr 18 2011, 11:57 PM Post #4 |
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I'll do it for a SILBY SNACK
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Looks funtastic~ |
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