Post by »♫LÎzarÐclaω« on Aug 7, 2008 18:33:55 GMT -5
Name;; Lizardclaw
Gender;; Male
Clan;; KindleClan
Rank;; Warrior
Love Life;; Still looking for the right she-cat =3
Appearance;; Lizardclaw's fur is short, smooth, glossy, and black with a hint of blue. He has a very long, thin limbs and an even longer tail. He has a thin face with cheek bones that stand out, his mouth is small with pointed dazzling white teeth. His paws are big, with sharp yellow claws. He might be mistaken for a younger cat due to his awkward looks. =3
Personality;; First thing you have to know about Lizardclaw is that he has a very small emotional range. He's either in a great mood, normal mood, or a very bad mood.
When he's in a "good mood" he'll be joking, talkative, curious, and hard-working.
When he's in a "bad mood" he'll be snappy, self-absorbed, inconsiderate, and will refuse to do anything you tell him to unless you’re his clan leader.
When he's in a "Normal mood" (his usual mood), he's witty, loyal, easily humbled, and a great companion. He always has a short temper, though, and he's slow to forgive, so he might be stomping around feeling sorry for himself for a whole moon if he's been deeply insulted or offended. If you get off on a bad start with him, you'll find it takes a long time to get back on his good side again.
He's very protective of his close friends, and is extremely dedicated and loyal to them.
He usually automatically assumes that any cat from any other clan is less important then him and his clan mates, and he's quick to pick fights with them, especially if they offend him or his friends first, of course.
History;; His mother and father where both rogues. His mother joined the clan only a few days before he was born because of a temperamental Tasmanian devil that was passing by- she wanted her kits to be safe from any harm. So Lizardclaw was brought up in the way of the Clan cat. Later when he was an apprentice, (and the Tasmanian devil was long gone, of course), his mother decided to leave the clan and become a rogue again. Lizardclaw was given the choice to stay with the clan, or leave along with his mother. He picked to leave. After the first few days, he began to miss the companionship of a clan and, being a bit clumsy with hunting due to his young age and awkward build, he came back begging to be accepted again.
After re-joining the clan he promised himself that he would never leave his clan again.
(Sorry for the raggy 'history', but there's just not much to it XD)
RP Example;;
Lizardclaw was out hunting by himself.
He parted his jaws and scented a potoroo near by. He spotted it, intent on it's own prey, digging up a large root. He took a deep breath- he was never the best hunter, and this little animal seemed to be quite distracted. This should be pretty easy. He crouched as low as he could, his claws sheathed and his eyes fixed on the busy animal.
He raised one paw and held it up, this was the beginning of his best strategy. With no warning, he whipped his long leg forward and pinned the potoroo with his long claws, then let the rest of his body come over swiftly as he dived down on the animal’s neck and killed it.
He purred... perhaps his long legs and big paws where not so bad after all.
He kicked dirt over his fresh-kill and scented the air for more.
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Gender;; Male
Clan;; KindleClan
Rank;; Warrior
Love Life;; Still looking for the right she-cat =3
Appearance;; Lizardclaw's fur is short, smooth, glossy, and black with a hint of blue. He has a very long, thin limbs and an even longer tail. He has a thin face with cheek bones that stand out, his mouth is small with pointed dazzling white teeth. His paws are big, with sharp yellow claws. He might be mistaken for a younger cat due to his awkward looks. =3
Personality;; First thing you have to know about Lizardclaw is that he has a very small emotional range. He's either in a great mood, normal mood, or a very bad mood.
When he's in a "good mood" he'll be joking, talkative, curious, and hard-working.
When he's in a "bad mood" he'll be snappy, self-absorbed, inconsiderate, and will refuse to do anything you tell him to unless you’re his clan leader.
When he's in a "Normal mood" (his usual mood), he's witty, loyal, easily humbled, and a great companion. He always has a short temper, though, and he's slow to forgive, so he might be stomping around feeling sorry for himself for a whole moon if he's been deeply insulted or offended. If you get off on a bad start with him, you'll find it takes a long time to get back on his good side again.
He's very protective of his close friends, and is extremely dedicated and loyal to them.
He usually automatically assumes that any cat from any other clan is less important then him and his clan mates, and he's quick to pick fights with them, especially if they offend him or his friends first, of course.
History;; His mother and father where both rogues. His mother joined the clan only a few days before he was born because of a temperamental Tasmanian devil that was passing by- she wanted her kits to be safe from any harm. So Lizardclaw was brought up in the way of the Clan cat. Later when he was an apprentice, (and the Tasmanian devil was long gone, of course), his mother decided to leave the clan and become a rogue again. Lizardclaw was given the choice to stay with the clan, or leave along with his mother. He picked to leave. After the first few days, he began to miss the companionship of a clan and, being a bit clumsy with hunting due to his young age and awkward build, he came back begging to be accepted again.
After re-joining the clan he promised himself that he would never leave his clan again.
(Sorry for the raggy 'history', but there's just not much to it XD)
RP Example;;
Lizardclaw was out hunting by himself.
He parted his jaws and scented a potoroo near by. He spotted it, intent on it's own prey, digging up a large root. He took a deep breath- he was never the best hunter, and this little animal seemed to be quite distracted. This should be pretty easy. He crouched as low as he could, his claws sheathed and his eyes fixed on the busy animal.
He raised one paw and held it up, this was the beginning of his best strategy. With no warning, he whipped his long leg forward and pinned the potoroo with his long claws, then let the rest of his body come over swiftly as he dived down on the animal’s neck and killed it.
He purred... perhaps his long legs and big paws where not so bad after all.
He kicked dirt over his fresh-kill and scented the air for more.
Other;; ---
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