Post by lionriver on Oct 6, 2008 18:42:44 GMT -5
Alt Name: Lionriver
Desired IC prefix: Lionriver
Gender: Male
Mate: None at the moment
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Clan: SnowClan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
A brownish-yellow tomcat with determined green eyes, orange markings. Playful joker, but serious in fights. (Shorten if needed.)
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: I have participated in many Warrior roleplays in the past. Many places, such as my sister`s(Dreamflight cat clans).
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):A yellow cat`s pelt glistens in the warm sun. He bends down, sticking out his bright pink tounge. He almost laps at the water, but stops to sniff the air, his eyes growing bigger. They seemed to be filled with fear, that now growing into dark endless anger. Whipping around, his fur rose. He crouched low growling. You weren`t hiding. You hadn`t made a plan for this. Its the worst time to fight. You choose to flee. You make a turn, but its too late. He had a grip on your back leg. You hate being small and light at the time, because he flips you onto your back. Your so frightened you close your eyes. But when nothing happens, you open your eyes. The tom was sitting, his pelt lying flat. He smirked. "Just dont trespass anymore." You smile and flee, never forgetting.
Desired IC prefix: Lionriver
Gender: Male
Mate: None at the moment
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Clan: SnowClan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
A brownish-yellow tomcat with determined green eyes, orange markings. Playful joker, but serious in fights. (Shorten if needed.)
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: I have participated in many Warrior roleplays in the past. Many places, such as my sister`s(Dreamflight cat clans).
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):A yellow cat`s pelt glistens in the warm sun. He bends down, sticking out his bright pink tounge. He almost laps at the water, but stops to sniff the air, his eyes growing bigger. They seemed to be filled with fear, that now growing into dark endless anger. Whipping around, his fur rose. He crouched low growling. You weren`t hiding. You hadn`t made a plan for this. Its the worst time to fight. You choose to flee. You make a turn, but its too late. He had a grip on your back leg. You hate being small and light at the time, because he flips you onto your back. Your so frightened you close your eyes. But when nothing happens, you open your eyes. The tom was sitting, his pelt lying flat. He smirked. "Just dont trespass anymore." You smile and flee, never forgetting.
