Post by analu on Jul 25, 2008 21:22:47 GMT -5
Alt Name: Stormfeather
IC Name: Stormfeather, or Drifter
Gender: Male
Description of History, physical characteristics, personality, feelings toward Clanners:
Appearance- Stormfeather has a short but thick grey coat, marked only by white paws, muzzle, and underbelly. It's soft and warm to the touch, and is kept well groomed. His body is long and powerful, carrying a grace that hints to his agileness and speed. His legs are long and covered with long, lean muscles; his tail is a tad short, though not by much. His head is nicely angular and his nose is a bit longer than his jaw. An arching neck and back add nicely to his long legs. His eyes are almond shaped and are a golden-amber color. Despite his well-proportioned build he isn't what a Human would call 'perfect'. Perfect would be green eyes and no white, but of course, he's different, and that's all that matters.
Personality- A wanderer of a seemingly lost cause, one of peace and love. This tom has always been a calm gentleman, not strikeing back unless neccesary. A good listener, many often find themselves coming to him simply to talk, to tell their worries and secrets to. Those that know him say that he's never spilled the beans. He's always cautious, and always pays attention to those around him. With kits he's as gentle as a butterfly, teaching them and playing with them, telling them stories. He's stubborn however, and that trait gets him into trouble sometimes, often deeper than his curtsy can get him out of. Yet his heart is in the right place, though his paws may not always be. When it comes to a fight he's no stranger. Despite the fact that he rarely fights he still trains himself; often times he'll be seen in a secluded place practicing moves. On whom usually depends on if anyone is willing, and if no one is... he uses a tree or something.
When it comes to cat clans he's curious, and wouldn't mind talking to a member to learn more about them. He tries to respect their boundaries, though doesn't find harm in simply wandering about them, so long as he doesn't hunt. He knows how hard it is in Winter when prey is scarce, and how one little finch can mean life, or death. Whenever he encounters one he tries his best to avoid confrontation. However, Stormfeather doesn't take lightly to insults, and it won't take very long for him to snap. Clan cat or not. He's a bit jealous over the protection that each clan cat gets from others; they always have someone to talk to, someone to train with or just spend time with.
The elements of the world? He loves water and will often go swimming, snow not so much. It's cold and unforgiving, something he'd prefer to be without. Like all cats he fears fire, despite his house-cat heritage. The earth? Well... it's earth! As for the sun he spends a lot of time sunbathing, often found sitting on a sun-baked rock in the early mornings or late afternoons.
Stormfeather tends to keep to places he knows well, scouting out many places for a possible den and then switching between them; though he'll rarely sleep somewhere he hasn't explored a few times. If one knows his travel paths, then one can most likely guess where he is at a specific time of day.
History- Stormfeather, or shall I say Drifter, started his conscious life out next to what he can remember as many balls of fluff. How many he doesn't know. What he does remember later on was a great sadness and grief as those balls of fluff were taken out of his life forever, except for one, his mother. Siblings never to be seen again, and if so, not recognized. As he grew Drifter realized that he didn't want to be taken away against his own will. He wanted to live freely, without boundaries! After talking with his mother, though hesitantly, she promised to help him. Once when their House-folk had the door cracked open and were standing in the doorway Drifter's mother, Jesabel, darted out of the house with him clutched in her jaws! Of course they were chased, but Jesabel leaped up onto the boundary and dropped her kit on the other side. She told him to go, and that his father had been from outside. His calling was here, in the wild, among the trees and grasses! Then she whispered one word, Stormfeather, before turning and running back inside her house-folk's nest. The newly named Stormfeather was a bit confused to this change of name, but found it suited him. Yes, he could be harsh and threatening like a storm, yet soft like a feather.
With a new name and a new purpose in life the little kit set out on his own, hardly 7 moons old, but full of vigor and excitement! He wandered for a while, ducking from cardboard box to cars in an attempt to keep away from other house-folk. However, he found that once he reached a certain age the pink things were as enticed to try and catch him for their own! At twelve moons they simply tried to chase him away! Once he came across a puddle he knew why. He had changed, and no longer looked like the pudgy, cute kitten he used to. He was a tom now, and a proud one at that. He had survived, and was determined to keep surviving!
With this in mind he set off into the forest, wondering what was there. Nothing. Nothing besides foxes and badgers and mice. However, after a while of traveling the strange scent of cats interrupted a meal. It was a group, traveling together on what seemed to be a pre-planned path. Interesting... he'd have to find out more. This was his first glimpse of clan life.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: Like I say in my other applications, lots. xD
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): Do I has to do yet another one? D:
IC Name: Stormfeather, or Drifter
Gender: Male
Description of History, physical characteristics, personality, feelings toward Clanners:
Appearance- Stormfeather has a short but thick grey coat, marked only by white paws, muzzle, and underbelly. It's soft and warm to the touch, and is kept well groomed. His body is long and powerful, carrying a grace that hints to his agileness and speed. His legs are long and covered with long, lean muscles; his tail is a tad short, though not by much. His head is nicely angular and his nose is a bit longer than his jaw. An arching neck and back add nicely to his long legs. His eyes are almond shaped and are a golden-amber color. Despite his well-proportioned build he isn't what a Human would call 'perfect'. Perfect would be green eyes and no white, but of course, he's different, and that's all that matters.
Personality- A wanderer of a seemingly lost cause, one of peace and love. This tom has always been a calm gentleman, not strikeing back unless neccesary. A good listener, many often find themselves coming to him simply to talk, to tell their worries and secrets to. Those that know him say that he's never spilled the beans. He's always cautious, and always pays attention to those around him. With kits he's as gentle as a butterfly, teaching them and playing with them, telling them stories. He's stubborn however, and that trait gets him into trouble sometimes, often deeper than his curtsy can get him out of. Yet his heart is in the right place, though his paws may not always be. When it comes to a fight he's no stranger. Despite the fact that he rarely fights he still trains himself; often times he'll be seen in a secluded place practicing moves. On whom usually depends on if anyone is willing, and if no one is... he uses a tree or something.
When it comes to cat clans he's curious, and wouldn't mind talking to a member to learn more about them. He tries to respect their boundaries, though doesn't find harm in simply wandering about them, so long as he doesn't hunt. He knows how hard it is in Winter when prey is scarce, and how one little finch can mean life, or death. Whenever he encounters one he tries his best to avoid confrontation. However, Stormfeather doesn't take lightly to insults, and it won't take very long for him to snap. Clan cat or not. He's a bit jealous over the protection that each clan cat gets from others; they always have someone to talk to, someone to train with or just spend time with.
The elements of the world? He loves water and will often go swimming, snow not so much. It's cold and unforgiving, something he'd prefer to be without. Like all cats he fears fire, despite his house-cat heritage. The earth? Well... it's earth! As for the sun he spends a lot of time sunbathing, often found sitting on a sun-baked rock in the early mornings or late afternoons.
Stormfeather tends to keep to places he knows well, scouting out many places for a possible den and then switching between them; though he'll rarely sleep somewhere he hasn't explored a few times. If one knows his travel paths, then one can most likely guess where he is at a specific time of day.
History- Stormfeather, or shall I say Drifter, started his conscious life out next to what he can remember as many balls of fluff. How many he doesn't know. What he does remember later on was a great sadness and grief as those balls of fluff were taken out of his life forever, except for one, his mother. Siblings never to be seen again, and if so, not recognized. As he grew Drifter realized that he didn't want to be taken away against his own will. He wanted to live freely, without boundaries! After talking with his mother, though hesitantly, she promised to help him. Once when their House-folk had the door cracked open and were standing in the doorway Drifter's mother, Jesabel, darted out of the house with him clutched in her jaws! Of course they were chased, but Jesabel leaped up onto the boundary and dropped her kit on the other side. She told him to go, and that his father had been from outside. His calling was here, in the wild, among the trees and grasses! Then she whispered one word, Stormfeather, before turning and running back inside her house-folk's nest. The newly named Stormfeather was a bit confused to this change of name, but found it suited him. Yes, he could be harsh and threatening like a storm, yet soft like a feather.
With a new name and a new purpose in life the little kit set out on his own, hardly 7 moons old, but full of vigor and excitement! He wandered for a while, ducking from cardboard box to cars in an attempt to keep away from other house-folk. However, he found that once he reached a certain age the pink things were as enticed to try and catch him for their own! At twelve moons they simply tried to chase him away! Once he came across a puddle he knew why. He had changed, and no longer looked like the pudgy, cute kitten he used to. He was a tom now, and a proud one at that. He had survived, and was determined to keep surviving!
With this in mind he set off into the forest, wondering what was there. Nothing. Nothing besides foxes and badgers and mice. However, after a while of traveling the strange scent of cats interrupted a meal. It was a group, traveling together on what seemed to be a pre-planned path. Interesting... he'd have to find out more. This was his first glimpse of clan life.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: Like I say in my other applications, lots. xD
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): Do I has to do yet another one? D: