Post by Smokeleaf on May 6, 2010 21:57:08 GMT -5
Name: Foxfoot
Rank: Pelt
Age: very young
Gender: Tomcat
Clan: IgnitedClan
Kin: xxxxxxx
Mate: Open
Apprentice: Open
Pelt: A name like Foxfoot could only apply to one pelt, and this tom has it. His body is coated with ruddy fur, which is thin, short, and sleek. A slender tail streaks out behind him, and a white mask covers his muzzle. Build-wise, he’s very small, with muscles that ripple beneath his pelt, particularly in his legs. Foxfoot is known for his swift running, and were he a bit more coordinated and patient, he would probably make a fine hunter. Does he have some large ears? Why, yes, he does, and he’d be willing to give them to you for a very meager piece of fresh-kill. Mention them incorrectly, however, and he’ll give you a scar that matches the notch on the tip of his right ear. Everything else about him is correctly proportioned.
Eyes: His eyes are brown. …What else is there to say? This pair is rather nondescript, but I guess you could call them mud-like, or maybe stick-like. Not many cats ever get around to seeing his eyes; most are distracted by his vibrant pelt. As a result, they’re not exactly expressive, but if the emotion is intense enough, some passion will shine through.
Personality: Foxfoot is quiet, but friendly. He will never say a thing out of place, and has the utmost concern for another cats’ emotions. When he does notice something, he chooses his words carefully, and rarely offends another cat. Talking is just not in his nature, and he would much prefer bonding through hunting than a nice conversation with a piece of fresh-kill. Hunting is his favorite pass-time, even if he isn’t the most skilled in the Clan. When it comes to cats he’s closest with—such as his former mentor, Wolfwing—he’s very outgoing and skilled in conversation, but is reserved for all others. Get him talking about his jaunts through the territory, however, and he will not shut up. He loves discussing the plant life he saw, how he swears he’s getting closer to the heat vent, and will even boast about the beautiful bird he saw without any shame that he let it escape. While fun-loving, he is strictly law-abiding. He will not call another cat out if they’re doing something slightly against the warrior code, but if he is invited, he will outright refuse. His biggest quirk is most definitely his self-consciousness; toward most aspects, he is carefree, but he absolutely despises his ears. They are his biggest shame, and he blames them for just about everything. Talk about them, and you’ve made yourself one heck of an enemy.
History: None. Foxfoot is normal.
Other: Upon hearing that his former mentor, Wolfwing, was to be having kits, he decided that the greatest honor would be being allowed to name one of them, but he has not told a soul of this ambition.
Rank: Pelt
Age: very young
Gender: Tomcat
Clan: IgnitedClan
Kin: xxxxxxx
Mate: Open
Apprentice: Open
Pelt: A name like Foxfoot could only apply to one pelt, and this tom has it. His body is coated with ruddy fur, which is thin, short, and sleek. A slender tail streaks out behind him, and a white mask covers his muzzle. Build-wise, he’s very small, with muscles that ripple beneath his pelt, particularly in his legs. Foxfoot is known for his swift running, and were he a bit more coordinated and patient, he would probably make a fine hunter. Does he have some large ears? Why, yes, he does, and he’d be willing to give them to you for a very meager piece of fresh-kill. Mention them incorrectly, however, and he’ll give you a scar that matches the notch on the tip of his right ear. Everything else about him is correctly proportioned.
Eyes: His eyes are brown. …What else is there to say? This pair is rather nondescript, but I guess you could call them mud-like, or maybe stick-like. Not many cats ever get around to seeing his eyes; most are distracted by his vibrant pelt. As a result, they’re not exactly expressive, but if the emotion is intense enough, some passion will shine through.
Personality: Foxfoot is quiet, but friendly. He will never say a thing out of place, and has the utmost concern for another cats’ emotions. When he does notice something, he chooses his words carefully, and rarely offends another cat. Talking is just not in his nature, and he would much prefer bonding through hunting than a nice conversation with a piece of fresh-kill. Hunting is his favorite pass-time, even if he isn’t the most skilled in the Clan. When it comes to cats he’s closest with—such as his former mentor, Wolfwing—he’s very outgoing and skilled in conversation, but is reserved for all others. Get him talking about his jaunts through the territory, however, and he will not shut up. He loves discussing the plant life he saw, how he swears he’s getting closer to the heat vent, and will even boast about the beautiful bird he saw without any shame that he let it escape. While fun-loving, he is strictly law-abiding. He will not call another cat out if they’re doing something slightly against the warrior code, but if he is invited, he will outright refuse. His biggest quirk is most definitely his self-consciousness; toward most aspects, he is carefree, but he absolutely despises his ears. They are his biggest shame, and he blames them for just about everything. Talk about them, and you’ve made yourself one heck of an enemy.
History: None. Foxfoot is normal.
Other: Upon hearing that his former mentor, Wolfwing, was to be having kits, he decided that the greatest honor would be being allowed to name one of them, but he has not told a soul of this ambition.
