Post by Hawkfire on Jan 6, 2008 21:19:19 GMT -5
Name
Hawkfire
Position
Deputy
Clan or Loner
Thunderclan
Age
15 moons
Gender
Tom
Peltage
Hawkfire is a dark ginger tabby tom with pale green eyes. He has a small white spot on his chest, and his fur is short and smooth.
Picture
Personality
Hawkfire is an excellent fighter and a skillful hunter and tracker. Though he's completely committed to the warrior code and his clan, he isn't exactly what you'd call tactful. He's a realist and is always the first one to voice everybody's fears. He doesn't believe in ignoring problems, which is part of the reason he's so proactive around the camp. He can't tolerate it when cats jump to conclussions and assume the worst, nor can he tolerate fooling around when theirs work to be done, unless there isn't any- then he tolerates it.
History
Hawkfire was born and raised in Thunderclan, as well as his parents, and his parent's parents. He was taught to be gentle and kind by his mother, wise by his grandmother, strong by his father, and realistic by his grandfather. All these combined made him who he is today, and while he may be realistic, unless combined with tactlessness, its not necessarily a bad thing...
IC
Hawkfire tasted the air. Twolegs had walked their dogs this way, but not recently. He sniffed again- the stale scent of fox, but something else... He sniffed once more, and recognized the scent- Riverclan! Turing around, he raced back to camp to alert Nettlestar about the intruders. He just hoped he wasn't too late...
Name
Snake
Position
None
Clan or Loner
Loner
Age
8 moons
Gender
Tom
Peltage
Snake is a silver-blue snowshoe with white paws and a dark colred face, ears, and tail. He has blue eyes that look like chips of ice, and he has the typical snowshoe build: lean and mucular and ment for running, but if your ever unlucky enough to meet Snake, you'll soon learn that he doesn't run...
Picture
Personality
The most sadistic cat you'll ever meet, Snake was born alone, raised himself, and fights for no one but himself. He loves to fight, to a point of insanity, and learned the hard way how to fight. He believes that strength is derived from hate, and the more you hate, the more powerful you are. His whole life revovled around pain, and pain revolved around him, so he takes pleasure in inflicting it on others, but just below the surface, he's been having doubts about some of the things he does, and has started questioning himself; an interesting devolopment...
History
Snake never knew the love or care of a mother, nor the gentle guidence of a father. He was alone the moment he first opened his eyes. He had to hunt for his food ever since he was a new-born, and had to fight for his life probably more times than a warrior would in his entire life. He was given no name, he "earned" his by killing an adder single-pawed when he was still a kit. He's extremely young, and extremly dangerous. Though considered evil, lately, he's begun to question the meaning of life, and his very exsistance. He's only just stumbled onto the clans after moons of wandering, and is thuroughly intrigued by their interactions. In short-- he's just stumbled upon his first glimps of his own sanity...
IC
A young kit ambled through the forest. He'd only just woken up, and found himself alone. Where was his mother? Her soft scent, and the scent of milk still lingered in his nostrils. He heard noise up ahead and went to investigate. A pair of tall creatures stood on two legs and walked around, furless in some areas. "What strange creatures." He thought, "But maybe they can help me." He walked out of his bush, and approached the creatures. "Hi!" He mewed. One turned towards him. It's eyes were blood-shot, and when it opened its mouth to speak, slurred words in a foriegn tounge bombarded him as the thing yelled. He raised his paw, and threw something at the poor kit, smashing just beside him. The kit tried to run away, but trod on the broken fragments, and cut his pads, burrying the shards in his pads as well. He didn't stop; he couldn't stop. He ran, and ran- through undergrowth and mud, he still ran. The sounds of the night seemed to grow louder and louder. Shrieks and hoots sounding around him. They pounded in his ears- yet still he ran! He tripped! Rolling down a hill, and into a river, the currents overtook him, and the water won. Slowly, darkness engulfed him, until-
Snake jerked awake. A dream, but not. Those days were over; thanks to those twolegs, he'd learned an important lesson: no matter who you are, or where your born-
You're always born alone...
Hawkfire
Position
Deputy
Clan or Loner
Thunderclan
Age
15 moons
Gender
Tom
Peltage
Hawkfire is a dark ginger tabby tom with pale green eyes. He has a small white spot on his chest, and his fur is short and smooth.
Picture
Personality
Hawkfire is an excellent fighter and a skillful hunter and tracker. Though he's completely committed to the warrior code and his clan, he isn't exactly what you'd call tactful. He's a realist and is always the first one to voice everybody's fears. He doesn't believe in ignoring problems, which is part of the reason he's so proactive around the camp. He can't tolerate it when cats jump to conclussions and assume the worst, nor can he tolerate fooling around when theirs work to be done, unless there isn't any- then he tolerates it.
History
Hawkfire was born and raised in Thunderclan, as well as his parents, and his parent's parents. He was taught to be gentle and kind by his mother, wise by his grandmother, strong by his father, and realistic by his grandfather. All these combined made him who he is today, and while he may be realistic, unless combined with tactlessness, its not necessarily a bad thing...
IC
Hawkfire tasted the air. Twolegs had walked their dogs this way, but not recently. He sniffed again- the stale scent of fox, but something else... He sniffed once more, and recognized the scent- Riverclan! Turing around, he raced back to camp to alert Nettlestar about the intruders. He just hoped he wasn't too late...
Name
Snake
Position
None
Clan or Loner
Loner
Age
8 moons
Gender
Tom
Peltage
Snake is a silver-blue snowshoe with white paws and a dark colred face, ears, and tail. He has blue eyes that look like chips of ice, and he has the typical snowshoe build: lean and mucular and ment for running, but if your ever unlucky enough to meet Snake, you'll soon learn that he doesn't run...
Picture
Personality
The most sadistic cat you'll ever meet, Snake was born alone, raised himself, and fights for no one but himself. He loves to fight, to a point of insanity, and learned the hard way how to fight. He believes that strength is derived from hate, and the more you hate, the more powerful you are. His whole life revovled around pain, and pain revolved around him, so he takes pleasure in inflicting it on others, but just below the surface, he's been having doubts about some of the things he does, and has started questioning himself; an interesting devolopment...
History
Snake never knew the love or care of a mother, nor the gentle guidence of a father. He was alone the moment he first opened his eyes. He had to hunt for his food ever since he was a new-born, and had to fight for his life probably more times than a warrior would in his entire life. He was given no name, he "earned" his by killing an adder single-pawed when he was still a kit. He's extremely young, and extremly dangerous. Though considered evil, lately, he's begun to question the meaning of life, and his very exsistance. He's only just stumbled onto the clans after moons of wandering, and is thuroughly intrigued by their interactions. In short-- he's just stumbled upon his first glimps of his own sanity...
IC
A young kit ambled through the forest. He'd only just woken up, and found himself alone. Where was his mother? Her soft scent, and the scent of milk still lingered in his nostrils. He heard noise up ahead and went to investigate. A pair of tall creatures stood on two legs and walked around, furless in some areas. "What strange creatures." He thought, "But maybe they can help me." He walked out of his bush, and approached the creatures. "Hi!" He mewed. One turned towards him. It's eyes were blood-shot, and when it opened its mouth to speak, slurred words in a foriegn tounge bombarded him as the thing yelled. He raised his paw, and threw something at the poor kit, smashing just beside him. The kit tried to run away, but trod on the broken fragments, and cut his pads, burrying the shards in his pads as well. He didn't stop; he couldn't stop. He ran, and ran- through undergrowth and mud, he still ran. The sounds of the night seemed to grow louder and louder. Shrieks and hoots sounding around him. They pounded in his ears- yet still he ran! He tripped! Rolling down a hill, and into a river, the currents overtook him, and the water won. Slowly, darkness engulfed him, until-
Snake jerked awake. A dream, but not. Those days were over; thanks to those twolegs, he'd learned an important lesson: no matter who you are, or where your born-
You're always born alone...
