Post by Inuit on Oct 15, 2006 17:31:48 GMT -5
It's Inuit, back from the dead. I created a new account, with the same name since I couldn't remember my old word. But anywho, here's meh charrie's stats.
Name: Icefang
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Rank in Clan: Warrior, ThornClan
Description: Silver tabby tom. Very sleek fur, and bright orange eyes. Three long scars down left cheek.
Picture: img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/wolflover/stonestorm.jpg
Personality: Short-tempered, barbed tongue. He thinks the best way to solve a problem is fighting. Very headstrong, but he's still loyal to his clan. Usually not as cold or short-tempered to his clan as he is enemies. Has a soft side, but most don't see it.
Past: Once a rogue from the city, Icefang is used to a rough life. Fighting for survival was his life for his kit-hood. Then one day a Twoleg trapped him and put him in an awful cold building, full of other cats and even dogs. He was kept in a small kennel, and fed kittypet food. Twolegs would come through every day, and look at the animals. Sometimes they would take a cat or dog with them, and they were never seen again. Eventually, a Twoleg looked in his cage, and took him toward its monster. Icefang thrashed wildly in the cage, and the Twoleg, frightened, dropped it. The door sprung open, and he race out into the woods, leaving the Two leg owling angrily. He met up with ThornClan, and joined them to live as a warrior.
RP Example: Icefang scented the air, and was surprised when an unfamiliar stench reached his nose. Following it, he spotted a muscular tabby cat slinking into the undergrowth. Letting out a snarl, Icefang sprang onto it's back, raking his thorn sharp claws down it's back. The rogue hissed and rolled over to dislodge his attacker. Icefang backed up, ready to launch a second attack, when the rogue spoke, his eyes widening in calm surprise.
"Ah, I didn't think anything would break the long monotony I was facing, much less an old comrade that'd do it. Remember me, Icefang?"
Icefang's eyes widened. "Deathbeat?"
The tabby nodded with a cold chuckle. "Correct. I was hoping I'd find you here. I never leave a job unfinished, which includes the death you were supposed to face long ago. But you escaped with just a few scars to remember me by. Now it's time I finished what I came for."
Deathbeat charged, but Icefang side-stepped and stuck out a paw to trip him. He tumbled into a thicket of bramble thorns, and Icefang sneered as he looked down at him as he struggled to free himself from the thorns.
"Fool," he hissed. "I am a skilled fighter now, and I live with the warrior cats."
Deathbeat snorted. "What do I care?" he growled, though panic flickered through his eyes as he still couldn't free himself.
"You're going to pay for all the innocent lives you took," Icefang snarled, and slashed the rogue's throat. He whipped around and stalked off to report the rogue to his leader. There may be more of them, and his clan would need to know. He would leave out the part that this one had been after him. He didn't want to anger his leader.
Name: Icefang
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Rank in Clan: Warrior, ThornClan
Description: Silver tabby tom. Very sleek fur, and bright orange eyes. Three long scars down left cheek.
Picture: img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/wolflover/stonestorm.jpg
Personality: Short-tempered, barbed tongue. He thinks the best way to solve a problem is fighting. Very headstrong, but he's still loyal to his clan. Usually not as cold or short-tempered to his clan as he is enemies. Has a soft side, but most don't see it.
Past: Once a rogue from the city, Icefang is used to a rough life. Fighting for survival was his life for his kit-hood. Then one day a Twoleg trapped him and put him in an awful cold building, full of other cats and even dogs. He was kept in a small kennel, and fed kittypet food. Twolegs would come through every day, and look at the animals. Sometimes they would take a cat or dog with them, and they were never seen again. Eventually, a Twoleg looked in his cage, and took him toward its monster. Icefang thrashed wildly in the cage, and the Twoleg, frightened, dropped it. The door sprung open, and he race out into the woods, leaving the Two leg owling angrily. He met up with ThornClan, and joined them to live as a warrior.
RP Example: Icefang scented the air, and was surprised when an unfamiliar stench reached his nose. Following it, he spotted a muscular tabby cat slinking into the undergrowth. Letting out a snarl, Icefang sprang onto it's back, raking his thorn sharp claws down it's back. The rogue hissed and rolled over to dislodge his attacker. Icefang backed up, ready to launch a second attack, when the rogue spoke, his eyes widening in calm surprise.
"Ah, I didn't think anything would break the long monotony I was facing, much less an old comrade that'd do it. Remember me, Icefang?"
Icefang's eyes widened. "Deathbeat?"
The tabby nodded with a cold chuckle. "Correct. I was hoping I'd find you here. I never leave a job unfinished, which includes the death you were supposed to face long ago. But you escaped with just a few scars to remember me by. Now it's time I finished what I came for."
Deathbeat charged, but Icefang side-stepped and stuck out a paw to trip him. He tumbled into a thicket of bramble thorns, and Icefang sneered as he looked down at him as he struggled to free himself from the thorns.
"Fool," he hissed. "I am a skilled fighter now, and I live with the warrior cats."
Deathbeat snorted. "What do I care?" he growled, though panic flickered through his eyes as he still couldn't free himself.
"You're going to pay for all the innocent lives you took," Icefang snarled, and slashed the rogue's throat. He whipped around and stalked off to report the rogue to his leader. There may be more of them, and his clan would need to know. He would leave out the part that this one had been after him. He didn't want to anger his leader.
