Post by Blue on Feb 6, 2007 14:50:28 GMT -5
1. Name: Clearcatch
2. Gender: tom
3. Age: three years, 10 moons (46 moons)
4. Clan: MistralClan
5. Rank: Deputy
6. Apprentice or Mentor: neither
7. Appearance: (I don't to images any longer.)
A handsome short haired tom. He's very muscular and a strong fighter. Being a bright, silver-gray color, the tom stands out amoung his clanmates. He's very tall and speed comes from his lankiness. Holding a pair of pretty gold eyes, his appearance ends with the observation of 'sharp claws, sharper mind.'
8. Personality: Quiet, Friendly, Easy to get along with
Clearcatch doesn't really talk much. He responds to comments towards him and to orders from those above him. Otherwise, he's silent. He has quite a few friends, being one that doesn't hold grudges, no matter what, and allies outside the clan, even. He holds a calm air, one that makes him easy to talk to and get along with, and he's the perfect cat to go to if you have troubles. He can help with practically anything. Without any love interests, he often occupies his time with hunting and thinking of anyone other than himself. The thought of doing something to make him feel better confuses him. He's never done anything good for himself.
9. Other: Covered in scars from battle, most are covered in his fur.
10. He stretched from the warriors' den, yawning widely. It was morning, and he was up later than he would have liked. The fresh-kill pile seemed low to his calm eyes, so his mind resolved to hunt before eating for himself. He sat down to one side to give his silver-gray fur a cleaning, then he stood and looked towards the entrance. He wanted to get to work immidiately, but that former rebuking for not caring for himself from Jacarandaleaf rang in his mind before he could even step a paw forward. The medicine cat wasn't too happy about him not eating or sleeping. The tom shrugged. "Better make the medicine cat happy," he muttered, sighing softly, "I'd hate to hear 'You'd better take care of yourself better, Clearcatch.' again..." Sighing again and shaking his head, the cat looked towards the fresh-kill with his golden eyes and blinked. Moving closer, he chose something small, ate, then left camp without another glance back. He could eat more later.
2. Gender: tom
3. Age: three years, 10 moons (46 moons)
4. Clan: MistralClan
5. Rank: Deputy
6. Apprentice or Mentor: neither
7. Appearance: (I don't to images any longer.)
A handsome short haired tom. He's very muscular and a strong fighter. Being a bright, silver-gray color, the tom stands out amoung his clanmates. He's very tall and speed comes from his lankiness. Holding a pair of pretty gold eyes, his appearance ends with the observation of 'sharp claws, sharper mind.'
8. Personality: Quiet, Friendly, Easy to get along with
Clearcatch doesn't really talk much. He responds to comments towards him and to orders from those above him. Otherwise, he's silent. He has quite a few friends, being one that doesn't hold grudges, no matter what, and allies outside the clan, even. He holds a calm air, one that makes him easy to talk to and get along with, and he's the perfect cat to go to if you have troubles. He can help with practically anything. Without any love interests, he often occupies his time with hunting and thinking of anyone other than himself. The thought of doing something to make him feel better confuses him. He's never done anything good for himself.
9. Other: Covered in scars from battle, most are covered in his fur.
10. He stretched from the warriors' den, yawning widely. It was morning, and he was up later than he would have liked. The fresh-kill pile seemed low to his calm eyes, so his mind resolved to hunt before eating for himself. He sat down to one side to give his silver-gray fur a cleaning, then he stood and looked towards the entrance. He wanted to get to work immidiately, but that former rebuking for not caring for himself from Jacarandaleaf rang in his mind before he could even step a paw forward. The medicine cat wasn't too happy about him not eating or sleeping. The tom shrugged. "Better make the medicine cat happy," he muttered, sighing softly, "I'd hate to hear 'You'd better take care of yourself better, Clearcatch.' again..." Sighing again and shaking his head, the cat looked towards the fresh-kill with his golden eyes and blinked. Moving closer, he chose something small, ate, then left camp without another glance back. He could eat more later.
