Post by bliss and ignorance™ on Oct 1, 2005 17:02:52 GMT -5
Name: Ryeflank
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Shadow
Rank: Deputy [score ^^]
Personality: Ryeflank is extremely strong willed, perhaps to the point of being ornery. He is exceptionally intelligent, although has a hard time seeing things from other's point of view, as good natured as he is. He's very social and loves to have friends. First and foremost in his life is his loyalty to his clan.
Picture: Heh... -pokes Katie-
Description: Ryeflank is well muscled, if not a bit lanky, tall and limber, but it probably adds to his general clumsiness. His fur is of medium length, and is a mottled gold tabby in colour, patched white here and there on his paws, face and under belly. His nose is pink, and his eyes are a fiery amber.
History: Ryeflank was at first a loner, and as a kit of about five moons, was adopted into Shadowclan. His lineage was presumably rogue, although he's not quite sure. He wasn't quick to become an apprentice, due to a clan's normal prejudice against out-of-clan cats, but at the age of seven moons, was apprenticed, quickly moving on to receive his warrior title. After the death of the previous deputy, he was selected to replace Rusticstar's second in command.
IC:
Early morning light filtered through irregularities and small cracks in the Warrior's den. Ryeflank opened a drowzy eye, the sun's glow warming his as it eagerly spread into the den. He rose slowly, stretching first his back, fore end lowering itself to the ground while his tail and rear remained high, then his legs, rising again to stretch tabby legs far out behind him. He yawned, drew a pink tongue over his white jowls, then turned to the broad entrance of the den. He trotted through, pupils adjusting to fine slits as harsh light met them. The fresh-kill pile looked weak, and most of the clan would wake in a bit. He groomed down an unruly tuft of fur at his chest, then loped through the camp's gaurded entrance.
Codeword: *taken out*
[Meh muse is dead and decomposing. Please pardon the pathentic post... XD and fear my alliterations.]
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Shadow
Rank: Deputy [score ^^]
Personality: Ryeflank is extremely strong willed, perhaps to the point of being ornery. He is exceptionally intelligent, although has a hard time seeing things from other's point of view, as good natured as he is. He's very social and loves to have friends. First and foremost in his life is his loyalty to his clan.
Picture: Heh... -pokes Katie-
Description: Ryeflank is well muscled, if not a bit lanky, tall and limber, but it probably adds to his general clumsiness. His fur is of medium length, and is a mottled gold tabby in colour, patched white here and there on his paws, face and under belly. His nose is pink, and his eyes are a fiery amber.
History: Ryeflank was at first a loner, and as a kit of about five moons, was adopted into Shadowclan. His lineage was presumably rogue, although he's not quite sure. He wasn't quick to become an apprentice, due to a clan's normal prejudice against out-of-clan cats, but at the age of seven moons, was apprenticed, quickly moving on to receive his warrior title. After the death of the previous deputy, he was selected to replace Rusticstar's second in command.
IC:
Early morning light filtered through irregularities and small cracks in the Warrior's den. Ryeflank opened a drowzy eye, the sun's glow warming his as it eagerly spread into the den. He rose slowly, stretching first his back, fore end lowering itself to the ground while his tail and rear remained high, then his legs, rising again to stretch tabby legs far out behind him. He yawned, drew a pink tongue over his white jowls, then turned to the broad entrance of the den. He trotted through, pupils adjusting to fine slits as harsh light met them. The fresh-kill pile looked weak, and most of the clan would wake in a bit. He groomed down an unruly tuft of fur at his chest, then loped through the camp's gaurded entrance.
Codeword: *taken out*
[Meh muse is dead and decomposing. Please pardon the pathentic post... XD and fear my alliterations.]
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