Post by nighthawk on Sept 10, 2008 14:57:04 GMT -5
Alt Name: xNighthawk
Desired IC prefix: Night (possibly with a "hawk" suffix...?)
Gender: Male
Mate: None
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Clan: Darkclan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality): Here's the Furcadia description, or what it would be if he was in this dream:
Nighthawk looks up, his light green eyes trying to catch the slightest movement. Though small and only recently having received his warrior name, at seventeen moons his frame is wiry and muscular, proving him to be strong and agile - and a worthy Darkclan warrior. Nighthawk has a twisted back leg as a result of an ill-healed broken bone from a fox attack when he was a young apprentice; however, he makes up for his lack of speed by being patient and near-silent, a deadly combination in surprise attacks and hunting. His soft fur is black, with white on his chest, belly, nose, and front left footpaw. [Status: fine.]
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp:
CliffClan Warrior (Nighthawk) in Dawn of a New Era;
a long time ago I was in two dreams that have names that escape me, but in one I was a Clan leader (Cloudstar) and in the other I was a medicine cat (Meadowgrass)
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): Nighthawk creeps slowly, slowly towards the mouse, all his concentration centered on keeping his twisted leg from striking the ground with any perceptible force. The slight breeze wafts its delicious scent towards him. Avoiding dead leaves, the small black and white form stealthily pads ever closer to his unsuspecting prey. He then realizes that the mouse is between him and its den, and if it smelled, felt or heard anything, the hunt would be in vain. Hmmm, he thinks, this is going to be tricky. Making a snap decision, Nighthawk quietly makes a wide arc around the mouse and puts the tip of one paw in the air flow, sending his scent towards the creature. He sees the creature's panic as it scents a predator nearby, and it tries to make a run for it - but too late, for with one powerful leap Nighthawk is on top of it, killing it with a bite to the back of its neck. Proud of his ingenuity, the predator picks up his trophy and heads back to the Darkclan camp, tail held high.
Desired IC prefix: Night (possibly with a "hawk" suffix...?)
Gender: Male
Mate: None
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Clan: Darkclan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality): Here's the Furcadia description, or what it would be if he was in this dream:
Nighthawk looks up, his light green eyes trying to catch the slightest movement. Though small and only recently having received his warrior name, at seventeen moons his frame is wiry and muscular, proving him to be strong and agile - and a worthy Darkclan warrior. Nighthawk has a twisted back leg as a result of an ill-healed broken bone from a fox attack when he was a young apprentice; however, he makes up for his lack of speed by being patient and near-silent, a deadly combination in surprise attacks and hunting. His soft fur is black, with white on his chest, belly, nose, and front left footpaw. [Status: fine.]
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp:
CliffClan Warrior (Nighthawk) in Dawn of a New Era;
a long time ago I was in two dreams that have names that escape me, but in one I was a Clan leader (Cloudstar) and in the other I was a medicine cat (Meadowgrass)
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): Nighthawk creeps slowly, slowly towards the mouse, all his concentration centered on keeping his twisted leg from striking the ground with any perceptible force. The slight breeze wafts its delicious scent towards him. Avoiding dead leaves, the small black and white form stealthily pads ever closer to his unsuspecting prey. He then realizes that the mouse is between him and its den, and if it smelled, felt or heard anything, the hunt would be in vain. Hmmm, he thinks, this is going to be tricky. Making a snap decision, Nighthawk quietly makes a wide arc around the mouse and puts the tip of one paw in the air flow, sending his scent towards the creature. He sees the creature's panic as it scents a predator nearby, and it tries to make a run for it - but too late, for with one powerful leap Nighthawk is on top of it, killing it with a bite to the back of its neck. Proud of his ingenuity, the predator picks up his trophy and heads back to the Darkclan camp, tail held high.