Post by Barketh on May 4, 2008 15:11:47 GMT -5
Name: Runningstar
Gender: Tom
Clan: Featherclan
Rank: Leader
Personality: Runningstar is wise and intelligent. He thinks things through before taking or giving out orders. However, he is very strict with the Warrior Code and believes that there are four clans and that they should each remain that way. As in, he doesn't believe in alliances and would never try to befriend or conquer another clan. He is swift and loyal to his clan-mates and trusts his deputy strongly.
Appearance:
History: Runningstar was not the strongest of his three litter-mates, but he was the fastest and smartest. His older sister and mother believed that to become a true warrior, you must learn to use your mind over your skills. His father and brother thought differently. They said, "Speed and strength are higher then wits. They'll save your life. Your brain will only tell you what's happening." Confused at the different views, he made a mental note that he would be fine if he stuck to speed and cunning, seeing as he was the smallest of his siblings. As Runningstar grew up, he seemed like all the other apprentices. However, his mentor, Duststorm, was harsh whenever any cat disobeyed the Warrior Code. When Runningstar was made a warrior and eventually deputy, he kept all he had learned in mind. After the passing of the former leader, Runningstar believed that, as his old mentor had said, the Warrior Code was made to be followed.
RP Sample: Runningstar flicked his tail and his lithal eyes scanned the area. There was the slight scent of rabbit, then again, there was always rabbit on the moors. Twitching his long whiskers, the brown tabby slunk down, creeping along the ridge, his pelt mingling with the gorse bushes on both sides. He hesitated momentarily, a slight drift in the wind causing him to halt. Then there was the fleeting image of a lanky hare bobbing along the hill. As soon as his sharp eyes caught sight of the meal, the Featherclan leader charged full speed ahead, his powerful limbs churning the ground as if it were nothing. There was but a moments wait and the tom leaped high in the air and landed powerfully on the rabbit, crushing its neck. Flicking his ears, he gave silent thanks to Lunarclan and picked up the rabbit, heading back to camp.
Codeword: Toothpaste
Gender: Tom
Clan: Featherclan
Rank: Leader
Personality: Runningstar is wise and intelligent. He thinks things through before taking or giving out orders. However, he is very strict with the Warrior Code and believes that there are four clans and that they should each remain that way. As in, he doesn't believe in alliances and would never try to befriend or conquer another clan. He is swift and loyal to his clan-mates and trusts his deputy strongly.
Appearance:
History: Runningstar was not the strongest of his three litter-mates, but he was the fastest and smartest. His older sister and mother believed that to become a true warrior, you must learn to use your mind over your skills. His father and brother thought differently. They said, "Speed and strength are higher then wits. They'll save your life. Your brain will only tell you what's happening." Confused at the different views, he made a mental note that he would be fine if he stuck to speed and cunning, seeing as he was the smallest of his siblings. As Runningstar grew up, he seemed like all the other apprentices. However, his mentor, Duststorm, was harsh whenever any cat disobeyed the Warrior Code. When Runningstar was made a warrior and eventually deputy, he kept all he had learned in mind. After the passing of the former leader, Runningstar believed that, as his old mentor had said, the Warrior Code was made to be followed.
RP Sample: Runningstar flicked his tail and his lithal eyes scanned the area. There was the slight scent of rabbit, then again, there was always rabbit on the moors. Twitching his long whiskers, the brown tabby slunk down, creeping along the ridge, his pelt mingling with the gorse bushes on both sides. He hesitated momentarily, a slight drift in the wind causing him to halt. Then there was the fleeting image of a lanky hare bobbing along the hill. As soon as his sharp eyes caught sight of the meal, the Featherclan leader charged full speed ahead, his powerful limbs churning the ground as if it were nothing. There was but a moments wait and the tom leaped high in the air and landed powerfully on the rabbit, crushing its neck. Flicking his ears, he gave silent thanks to Lunarclan and picked up the rabbit, heading back to camp.
Codeword: Toothpaste
