Post by ✖Ilyich on Aug 14, 2008 12:20:29 GMT -5
Name: Draco
Age: 36 moons (3 years)
Gender: male
Clan: MysteryClan
Rank: Deputy
Peltage: Black, gray and white calico,. Long scar across his back, from his left shoulder to his right hip. Thin angular look. Long legs. One topaz eye one sapphire one.
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Personality: Strong willed, territorial, hard headed, strong heart, always does what he knows is right. Fast thinker, proud and trusting, he expects to be treated with respect, he can become very prickly very fast. He is fast to react in any situation, but he becomes embarrassed easily and it makes him lash out. He has some issues taking advise, he is somewhat of a know it all....
History:He was born to a worrisome mother who fretted over her two kits almost every minute of every day. He lived his life this way, worried and fussed over for the first 5 months of his life. Than his other took him and his sister Lilly out hunting, it was the first time.. and Lilly's last. A bear got her, mother tried her hardest to save her cub but in the end.. in the end, Draco became an only child,..His mother hovered even more ever sense, But in the end she decided to give him up so he could have a better life as a clan cat. Draco felt very bad that he hadn't been killed as well that day, but he has put it all behind him, refusing to speak about it, and he plans to NEVER look back.
IC: A speckled shape ran soundlessly, passing a tree every now and then. Perfectly comfortable in this open territory. His dark patched pelt may not blend as well as a brown pelt, but this didn't worry him. No cat would dare touch him here. In Mysteryclan territory.
Draco paused. His duel colored eyes glaring across the territory, all he saw was an occasional tree and marsh grass. He settled himself on his haunches. He was out on patrol. Running across the open territory,Down the borders, daring any cat to cross so he would have the smallest incentive to rip it to shreds.He sat there for a moment catching his breath.
He glanced around again, he stood up shaking out his pelt. "Time to go back to camp" he murmured to himself. Turning his body, towards the center of the territory, he padded a few fox lengths forward, than he built up speed tearing across the ground, back the way he had come.
Other:
Age: 36 moons (3 years)
Gender: male
Clan: MysteryClan
Rank: Deputy
Peltage: Black, gray and white calico,. Long scar across his back, from his left shoulder to his right hip. Thin angular look. Long legs. One topaz eye one sapphire one.
(Optional)Picture:
Personality: Strong willed, territorial, hard headed, strong heart, always does what he knows is right. Fast thinker, proud and trusting, he expects to be treated with respect, he can become very prickly very fast. He is fast to react in any situation, but he becomes embarrassed easily and it makes him lash out. He has some issues taking advise, he is somewhat of a know it all....
History:He was born to a worrisome mother who fretted over her two kits almost every minute of every day. He lived his life this way, worried and fussed over for the first 5 months of his life. Than his other took him and his sister Lilly out hunting, it was the first time.. and Lilly's last. A bear got her, mother tried her hardest to save her cub but in the end.. in the end, Draco became an only child,..His mother hovered even more ever sense, But in the end she decided to give him up so he could have a better life as a clan cat. Draco felt very bad that he hadn't been killed as well that day, but he has put it all behind him, refusing to speak about it, and he plans to NEVER look back.
IC: A speckled shape ran soundlessly, passing a tree every now and then. Perfectly comfortable in this open territory. His dark patched pelt may not blend as well as a brown pelt, but this didn't worry him. No cat would dare touch him here. In Mysteryclan territory.
Draco paused. His duel colored eyes glaring across the territory, all he saw was an occasional tree and marsh grass. He settled himself on his haunches. He was out on patrol. Running across the open territory,Down the borders, daring any cat to cross so he would have the smallest incentive to rip it to shreds.He sat there for a moment catching his breath.
He glanced around again, he stood up shaking out his pelt. "Time to go back to camp" he murmured to himself. Turning his body, towards the center of the territory, he padded a few fox lengths forward, than he built up speed tearing across the ground, back the way he had come.
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