Post by lilybolt on Jul 22, 2009 14:24:51 GMT -5
Name: Brownfoot
Age: 98 moons
Gender: male (tom)
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Elder
Picture: none
Appearance: Brownfoot is a large, but recently frail tom. His pelt is all dark tan, and his back right paw is dark brown. His fur is long, and whispy with age. His whiskers, and some of the fur around his muzzle has gone white. His eyes are a pale golden color, and the right one looks slightly glazed, because he cannot see out of it. His pads and nose are very dark brown.
Personality: Brownfoot might be old, but hehas lost none of his younger spark! He is lively, exciting, and practically always smiling. He loves to tell stories to the kits and apprentices. He enjoys giving advice to the warriors, if they want to accept it. He is talkative, friendly, and NOT the kind of elder to stay in camp. He loves to take a walk each morning, and each evening.
History: Brownfoot was a popular kit in the clan. A bit wild, but still tame enough to be a desirable apprentice. He became an apprentice at six moons exact. He train extremely hard, working every day to be the best he could. After five moons of training, and one nasty battle with Windclan in which Brownfoot saved a friend, the tom became a warrior. Over the next many moons, seasons, and years, Brownfoot saw his fair share of good weather and bad, great hunts and poor, even life and death. The eyars have made this tom both wise, and more appriciate of the cats around him.
Role Play Sample: Brownfoot padded out of the elders den, yawning as he did. The air was misty still with moisture the sun had not yet risen to claim. The elder looked around, seeing the dawn patrol leaving. He flicked his tail in farewell to the small gang of cats, and turned his attention to the nursery where a couple of young kits were already awake and tumbling around together. I might offer them a story after their mother wakes. thought the tom. He smiled. It felt like it would be a good day!
Secret Word: Starclan
Other: none
Age: 98 moons
Gender: male (tom)
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Elder
Picture: none
Appearance: Brownfoot is a large, but recently frail tom. His pelt is all dark tan, and his back right paw is dark brown. His fur is long, and whispy with age. His whiskers, and some of the fur around his muzzle has gone white. His eyes are a pale golden color, and the right one looks slightly glazed, because he cannot see out of it. His pads and nose are very dark brown.
Personality: Brownfoot might be old, but hehas lost none of his younger spark! He is lively, exciting, and practically always smiling. He loves to tell stories to the kits and apprentices. He enjoys giving advice to the warriors, if they want to accept it. He is talkative, friendly, and NOT the kind of elder to stay in camp. He loves to take a walk each morning, and each evening.
History: Brownfoot was a popular kit in the clan. A bit wild, but still tame enough to be a desirable apprentice. He became an apprentice at six moons exact. He train extremely hard, working every day to be the best he could. After five moons of training, and one nasty battle with Windclan in which Brownfoot saved a friend, the tom became a warrior. Over the next many moons, seasons, and years, Brownfoot saw his fair share of good weather and bad, great hunts and poor, even life and death. The eyars have made this tom both wise, and more appriciate of the cats around him.
Role Play Sample: Brownfoot padded out of the elders den, yawning as he did. The air was misty still with moisture the sun had not yet risen to claim. The elder looked around, seeing the dawn patrol leaving. He flicked his tail in farewell to the small gang of cats, and turned his attention to the nursery where a couple of young kits were already awake and tumbling around together. I might offer them a story after their mother wakes. thought the tom. He smiled. It felt like it would be a good day!
Secret Word: Starclan
Other: none