Post by Fearsome on Jul 7, 2008 9:26:24 GMT -5
Alt Name: Owlfur
Desired IC prefix: Owlfur?
Gender: Tom
Mate: None
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Clan: DarkClan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
Earthy toned pigments paint the cat a mottled mix of mud, dust, and night. Flint eyes shine with a dull glow. About 40 centimeters at the shoulder, the beast is large for a wildcat. His talons curved nicely, rolling in an out of his pads at the whim of an insane thought. Owl was indeed out of it, curious drabble flew from his maw at random intervals, and it was near impossible to get a straight answer from his lips. The tom was an outgoing fellow, and it was hard to keep him quiet. Despite his faults, toned muscles made the warrior a keen fighter, with a knack for the pit of war. A court jester crossed with Chuck Norris. Oh crap.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: Owned Rain Falls Packlands, has RPed cats for only a year but RPs multi-paragraph at best. Not the worst speller, but not the best. RPs wolves and warriors cats. Owns Beyond the Clans: Cat Tribe RP
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
From the Tribe alt Marshland
Marshland. So this would be the first battle of the never-ending war between the Tribes. The General, twisted morbid beast he was, was rather pleased by this. Insane freak of nature, the animal lashed his long tail in anticipation. At his sides, two Enemy-killers followed. Bird and Scye were a pair of deadly she-cats and they would beat the hell out of the three Vine Tribe cats that they were going to meet. As the cats approached the battlegrounds, Marshland took his place upon the mossy rock. "Fog is mine." growled the tom to his warriors, voice low and daring anyone to attack the other leader before he would. The rock felt cold and unyielding below his paws and the General's torn and jagged claws raked it's surface as the Wind leader waited.
Desired IC prefix: Owlfur?
Gender: Tom
Mate: None
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Clan: DarkClan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
Earthy toned pigments paint the cat a mottled mix of mud, dust, and night. Flint eyes shine with a dull glow. About 40 centimeters at the shoulder, the beast is large for a wildcat. His talons curved nicely, rolling in an out of his pads at the whim of an insane thought. Owl was indeed out of it, curious drabble flew from his maw at random intervals, and it was near impossible to get a straight answer from his lips. The tom was an outgoing fellow, and it was hard to keep him quiet. Despite his faults, toned muscles made the warrior a keen fighter, with a knack for the pit of war. A court jester crossed with Chuck Norris. Oh crap.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: Owned Rain Falls Packlands, has RPed cats for only a year but RPs multi-paragraph at best. Not the worst speller, but not the best. RPs wolves and warriors cats. Owns Beyond the Clans: Cat Tribe RP
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
From the Tribe alt Marshland
Marshland. So this would be the first battle of the never-ending war between the Tribes. The General, twisted morbid beast he was, was rather pleased by this. Insane freak of nature, the animal lashed his long tail in anticipation. At his sides, two Enemy-killers followed. Bird and Scye were a pair of deadly she-cats and they would beat the hell out of the three Vine Tribe cats that they were going to meet. As the cats approached the battlegrounds, Marshland took his place upon the mossy rock. "Fog is mine." growled the tom to his warriors, voice low and daring anyone to attack the other leader before he would. The rock felt cold and unyielding below his paws and the General's torn and jagged claws raked it's surface as the Wind leader waited.
