Post by »♫LÎzarÐclaω« on Aug 7, 2008 19:32:45 GMT -5
Name;; Dolphinheart
Gender;; Male
Clan;; Brookclan
Rank;; Warrior
Love Life;; Still looking! =3
Appearance;;
Dolphinheart has a beautiful silvery blue coloured pelt with smooth black tabby stripes. His pelt is sleek and short on the top, and his underbelly is fluffy with a white tinge. He has large but finely-crafted shoulders that narrow down into bendy, bouncy legs, both ending with a dainty, transparent-clawed paw. Under the black stripe that comes from the shoulders back onto his tail he has a flexible spine that barely shows from under his considerably thick pelt. His haunches are thin and not as bold as his shoulders. His tail is shorter then most cat’s and has a black ridge on the top. His chest has the same fluffy whitish fur as his belly, but as it goes up his neck it turns to silver-blue and smooth. His jaws are even and petite, holding small, neat white teeth. His nose is a dark rose colour rimmed in black and his whiskers are transparent like his claws. His eyes are a beautiful pale, soft emerald colour, thickly rimmed with black. His ears are long and expressive with round tips.
Personality;;
Dolphinheart is playful, graceful, and friendly. He loves to help and he loves to talk and discuss his feelings with others (which is usually excitement, or pleasure).
He has a hard time being serious, even in bad times... cats might enjoy being around him to cheer them up when things are not so bright around in camp. He has a big heart and might break the warrior code to help another cat if asked. He's not a very good liar, and he usually prefers to tell the full truth. He lives a life full of dreams and adventures... and games of course- everything's a game! He might get on the nerves of cats with less imagination and cats that are very strict about the warrior code.
History;; He was born a kittypet and ventured far from his home when he was a kit... no doubt following a butterfly. He found the camp and snuck past the cat standing guard. He was attracted to the scents coming from the medicine cat's den and made himself comfortable in a pile of herbs. When the clan awoke and found him, not knowing where this adventurous kit came from, so he was kept in the clan.
He was given the name "Dolphinheart" because of his playful spirit and graceful figure.
RP Example;;
Dolphinheart padded over some soft moss right near the brook. The young cat let his paws sink into the moss, the cold water from the moss welling around his paws. He closed his eyes for a moment before putting his paws down into the brook, setting them securely on a rock. He lowered his head and lapped up the chilly water.
He purred contently, he loves the feel of the moving water around his paws.
He takes another step, his back legs on the rock too, now.
He spots a small fish swimming past and he stretches out his paw, batting at it playfully. He leaned over to give it one last bat before it left, but he put his paw on an unsecure rock and slipped right in. He let out a surprised gasp and hoisted himself back onto the rock. He shivered... he wasn't clan born and his fur wasn't as thick as most BrookClan cats. He backed away from the brook, promising himself that he will be more careful next time.
Other;; ---
Edited once... I did a more detailed discription. =3
Gender;; Male
Clan;; Brookclan
Rank;; Warrior
Love Life;; Still looking! =3
Appearance;;
Dolphinheart has a beautiful silvery blue coloured pelt with smooth black tabby stripes. His pelt is sleek and short on the top, and his underbelly is fluffy with a white tinge. He has large but finely-crafted shoulders that narrow down into bendy, bouncy legs, both ending with a dainty, transparent-clawed paw. Under the black stripe that comes from the shoulders back onto his tail he has a flexible spine that barely shows from under his considerably thick pelt. His haunches are thin and not as bold as his shoulders. His tail is shorter then most cat’s and has a black ridge on the top. His chest has the same fluffy whitish fur as his belly, but as it goes up his neck it turns to silver-blue and smooth. His jaws are even and petite, holding small, neat white teeth. His nose is a dark rose colour rimmed in black and his whiskers are transparent like his claws. His eyes are a beautiful pale, soft emerald colour, thickly rimmed with black. His ears are long and expressive with round tips.
Personality;;
Dolphinheart is playful, graceful, and friendly. He loves to help and he loves to talk and discuss his feelings with others (which is usually excitement, or pleasure).
He has a hard time being serious, even in bad times... cats might enjoy being around him to cheer them up when things are not so bright around in camp. He has a big heart and might break the warrior code to help another cat if asked. He's not a very good liar, and he usually prefers to tell the full truth. He lives a life full of dreams and adventures... and games of course- everything's a game! He might get on the nerves of cats with less imagination and cats that are very strict about the warrior code.
History;; He was born a kittypet and ventured far from his home when he was a kit... no doubt following a butterfly. He found the camp and snuck past the cat standing guard. He was attracted to the scents coming from the medicine cat's den and made himself comfortable in a pile of herbs. When the clan awoke and found him, not knowing where this adventurous kit came from, so he was kept in the clan.
He was given the name "Dolphinheart" because of his playful spirit and graceful figure.
RP Example;;
Dolphinheart padded over some soft moss right near the brook. The young cat let his paws sink into the moss, the cold water from the moss welling around his paws. He closed his eyes for a moment before putting his paws down into the brook, setting them securely on a rock. He lowered his head and lapped up the chilly water.
He purred contently, he loves the feel of the moving water around his paws.
He takes another step, his back legs on the rock too, now.
He spots a small fish swimming past and he stretches out his paw, batting at it playfully. He leaned over to give it one last bat before it left, but he put his paw on an unsecure rock and slipped right in. He let out a surprised gasp and hoisted himself back onto the rock. He shivered... he wasn't clan born and his fur wasn't as thick as most BrookClan cats. He backed away from the brook, promising himself that he will be more careful next time.
Other;; ---
Edited once... I did a more detailed discription. =3
