Post by shoalpaw on Sept 11, 2008 6:56:22 GMT -5
Alt Name:
Shoalpaw
Desired IC prefix:
Shoal
Gender:
Tom
Mate:
none
Desired Rank:
Apprentice
Desired Clan:
Snowclan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
This small cat is barely an apprentice at six moons old, with his oversized brown ears and shiny nose. Otherwise, he was perfectly grey, looking like the once great Bluestar, who he idolizes. He was mainly always cheerful, but has a fiery temper and cannot stand being bossed around.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp:
I have read all the Warriors books in the first series, and I'm waiting until i can read the second series
. The cat does not have an excellent history of RPing, but will not admit defeat very easily. He can always get a swipe in, but has quite a lot to learn.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
The small grey kit stared up at the night sky, trying to count the stars; waiting until he could be apprenticed. He searched for the star of Bluestar, the legendary leader his mother had told him about. "Shoalkit!" that was his mother, telling him to come into the nursery. He sighed, then reluctantly stood up and padded slowly towards the gorse tunnel that led into the camp, and into the impenetrable-looking tangle of brambles that formed the nursery.
Shoalpaw
Desired IC prefix:
Shoal
Gender:
Tom
Mate:
none
Desired Rank:
Apprentice
Desired Clan:
Snowclan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
This small cat is barely an apprentice at six moons old, with his oversized brown ears and shiny nose. Otherwise, he was perfectly grey, looking like the once great Bluestar, who he idolizes. He was mainly always cheerful, but has a fiery temper and cannot stand being bossed around.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp:
I have read all the Warriors books in the first series, and I'm waiting until i can read the second series
. The cat does not have an excellent history of RPing, but will not admit defeat very easily. He can always get a swipe in, but has quite a lot to learn.Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
The small grey kit stared up at the night sky, trying to count the stars; waiting until he could be apprenticed. He searched for the star of Bluestar, the legendary leader his mother had told him about. "Shoalkit!" that was his mother, telling him to come into the nursery. He sighed, then reluctantly stood up and padded slowly towards the gorse tunnel that led into the camp, and into the impenetrable-looking tangle of brambles that formed the nursery.
