Post by ginger on Jun 16, 2009 19:40:36 GMT -5
Pebblewhisker
Name: Pebblewhisker
Age: 16 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Summary: Silver tabby tom with blue eyes
Rank: Warrior
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Appearance: He is lean and strong, with a glossy silver pelt. There are fading black spots masking his body, with stripes on his face and rings around his tail. He has cloudy blue eyes that always have a veil of mist on them. There is WindClan blood that marks his swiftness and speed. The paw pads are black and so is the nose. He has his name for his pebble colored whiskers. With ears intent, there is no trace of ThunderClan or ShadowClan in him.
Personality: Pebblewhisker bursts with excitement, and a lot of times it takes a while for him to calm down. He helps around the camp a lot even when he's not needed. Most of the time he's mentoring his *apprentice, when he's not either he's on patrol or sharing tongues. There is always something itching inside ready to explore, but he'll hold back if it's mandatory of his presence. Sadly, his temper rarely boils but when it does, he runs into his den and yells at anybody who dares to approach anyone. Surprisingly, two of his many friends are from RiverClan and ThunderClan.
History: Pebblekit was abandoned at birth, his mother took his four siblings and left him out in the cold with only a hollow of a tree to shelter him. You see, he was born in WindClan, but a new code was queens were only allowed 4 kits. He was the biggest of the litter, so his mom just shoved him into a tree reluctantly and whispered, ''I'll find you one day." It was the middle of the winter, and he would die if he stayed out here for too long so, remembering his mother's farewell, he struggled to get to ShadowClan camp. At that time his scent of WindClan had worn off so the cats there would never know of his origins. A queen, grief-stricken with the death of her own litter, took him in, and was glad she did. Pebblekit distracted her from her tragedy with silly tales to tell, always trying to be goofy. Pebblepaw became an apprentice easily to a warrior who thought the young cat should calm down. But did he? Never. The warrior appreciated the enthusiasm, however, and even discussed to the leader about his talents. The leader made him a warrior, and since he has been known as Pebblewhisker. He forgets his mother and never knows he was from WindClan.
Wants a mate and apprentice!
Name: Pebblewhisker
Age: 16 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Summary: Silver tabby tom with blue eyes
Rank: Warrior
Pic:
Appearance: He is lean and strong, with a glossy silver pelt. There are fading black spots masking his body, with stripes on his face and rings around his tail. He has cloudy blue eyes that always have a veil of mist on them. There is WindClan blood that marks his swiftness and speed. The paw pads are black and so is the nose. He has his name for his pebble colored whiskers. With ears intent, there is no trace of ThunderClan or ShadowClan in him.
Personality: Pebblewhisker bursts with excitement, and a lot of times it takes a while for him to calm down. He helps around the camp a lot even when he's not needed. Most of the time he's mentoring his *apprentice, when he's not either he's on patrol or sharing tongues. There is always something itching inside ready to explore, but he'll hold back if it's mandatory of his presence. Sadly, his temper rarely boils but when it does, he runs into his den and yells at anybody who dares to approach anyone. Surprisingly, two of his many friends are from RiverClan and ThunderClan.
History: Pebblekit was abandoned at birth, his mother took his four siblings and left him out in the cold with only a hollow of a tree to shelter him. You see, he was born in WindClan, but a new code was queens were only allowed 4 kits. He was the biggest of the litter, so his mom just shoved him into a tree reluctantly and whispered, ''I'll find you one day." It was the middle of the winter, and he would die if he stayed out here for too long so, remembering his mother's farewell, he struggled to get to ShadowClan camp. At that time his scent of WindClan had worn off so the cats there would never know of his origins. A queen, grief-stricken with the death of her own litter, took him in, and was glad she did. Pebblekit distracted her from her tragedy with silly tales to tell, always trying to be goofy. Pebblepaw became an apprentice easily to a warrior who thought the young cat should calm down. But did he? Never. The warrior appreciated the enthusiasm, however, and even discussed to the leader about his talents. The leader made him a warrior, and since he has been known as Pebblewhisker. He forgets his mother and never knows he was from WindClan.
Wants a mate and apprentice!