Post by .:.Teardrops.:. on Aug 1, 2006 22:23:19 GMT -5
Name: Wolfmoon
Age: 16 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RockClan
Rank: Warrior
Personality:Wolfmoon is very loyal, to his clan and to those he loves. He is very muscular, and acts strong toward others. He acts wise and every one respects him because he respects everyone. He acts strong and he is braun but he also has brains. He is very smart and protective of others. He just seems to always know what is and to do what is right. For the ones he loves.
Description: Wolfmoon is very handsome. He has long, soft black fur. He has a large gray nose. He is named Wolfmoon for his dark wolf fur and his orange moon eyes. He is very large and muscular. An excellant fighter. He is one of those cats that don't fight for a bad reason but still fight when nessecarry((Sp??)). He likes hunting more than fighting but fights better. I suppose he likes a challenge.
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History Wolfmoon's mother, Seasonriver, died in kitbirth before having any other kits. So Wolfmoon's father, Tigerfang, raised him. Before Wolfkit had even became an apprentice, Tigerfang took Wolfkit everywhere in camp and everywhere in the territory. He had taught him all about the warrior code and even started to train him to hunt a little.
Tigerfang was kind though, understanding Wolfkit was so young. He didn't teach him to fight or anything dangerous.
But, just a few days before his apprenticeship, Wolfkit went out into the territory with Tigerfang. They met four traveling loners. They attacked instantly.
Tigerfang told him instantly to run. his father was outnumbered and Wolfkit didn't make it back to camp in time.
From then on, Wolfkit has always looked up at the moon at night to thank Tigerfang for always watching over him.
RP Example: ((I've spent so long on this bio, I think I'll do a simple RP. Sorry!
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Wolfmoon ran across the territory, pebbles crackling under his feet. They ached horribly. As he reached the camp, he jumped over the smallest stone, looking in to see all his family. At least, the only family he knew. He bounced off of the moss covered stone and padded toward the apprentices den. He was going to see if any of their mentors were busy. Maybe I could help to train any of the bored ones. He wondered.
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Age: 16 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RockClan
Rank: Warrior
Personality:Wolfmoon is very loyal, to his clan and to those he loves. He is very muscular, and acts strong toward others. He acts wise and every one respects him because he respects everyone. He acts strong and he is braun but he also has brains. He is very smart and protective of others. He just seems to always know what is and to do what is right. For the ones he loves.
Description: Wolfmoon is very handsome. He has long, soft black fur. He has a large gray nose. He is named Wolfmoon for his dark wolf fur and his orange moon eyes. He is very large and muscular. An excellant fighter. He is one of those cats that don't fight for a bad reason but still fight when nessecarry((Sp??)). He likes hunting more than fighting but fights better. I suppose he likes a challenge.
Picture:
History Wolfmoon's mother, Seasonriver, died in kitbirth before having any other kits. So Wolfmoon's father, Tigerfang, raised him. Before Wolfkit had even became an apprentice, Tigerfang took Wolfkit everywhere in camp and everywhere in the territory. He had taught him all about the warrior code and even started to train him to hunt a little.
Tigerfang was kind though, understanding Wolfkit was so young. He didn't teach him to fight or anything dangerous.
But, just a few days before his apprenticeship, Wolfkit went out into the territory with Tigerfang. They met four traveling loners. They attacked instantly.
Tigerfang told him instantly to run. his father was outnumbered and Wolfkit didn't make it back to camp in time.
From then on, Wolfkit has always looked up at the moon at night to thank Tigerfang for always watching over him.
RP Example: ((I've spent so long on this bio, I think I'll do a simple RP. Sorry!
))Wolfmoon ran across the territory, pebbles crackling under his feet. They ached horribly. As he reached the camp, he jumped over the smallest stone, looking in to see all his family. At least, the only family he knew. He bounced off of the moss covered stone and padded toward the apprentices den. He was going to see if any of their mentors were busy. Maybe I could help to train any of the bored ones. He wondered.
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