Wintermoon - ShadowClan
Jul 25, 2014 16:27:29 GMT -6
Post by Evan on Jul 25, 2014 16:27:29 GMT -6
Name: Wintermoon
Gender: Tom
Age: 23 moons [nearly 2 years]
Clan: ShadowClan
Appearance: Pure white tom with silver lynx point markings and icy blue eyes; sleek, semi-foreign body type, medium length fur, notch in right ear
Personality: Wintermoon is an extremely charismatic young Tom, an extrovert, gregarious, seemingly sympathetic. However, truth be told, he really only ever does anything for his own personal gain. He's actually quite devious, cheating others to get what he wants. He can be violent and ruthless, but tries not to show it, hiding behind his mask of kindness. His main goal is to take over ShadowClan and eventually other clans. His twisted mind wishes for the world to serve him.
Bio: Seemingly normal life, born and raised into ShadowClan- not really much to say about his past.
Picture:
Example RP:
The rain made his fur heavy as he wandered through the dark forest. Wintermoon couldn't care less. He had to get away from the camp for awhile- clear his head. The tom padded down a subtle path, used commonly by ShadowClan's patrols. Eventually he wandered into the open and before him was the magnificent lake that the clans surrounded. To his left he could see the edge of ThunderClan's territory clearly; the half bridge, a small thunderpath leading to it. To his right, barely visible, was RiverClan's territory. Easier seen was the silhouette of trees on the island- the gathering place for the clans.
Wintermoon stood for awhile, taking in his surroundings. The air was cool, though not too many interesting smells- just... rain. The only sounds came from birds hiding in their nests to escape the drizzle. I should head back. Leaving so unexpectedly without reason isn't the greatest idea, the tom thought. He swiftly turned and trotted back into the forest, heading towards ShadowClan's camp as the rain picked up again, dampening his pelt even more.
Valor
Gender: Tom
Age: 23 moons [nearly 2 years]
Clan: ShadowClan
Appearance: Pure white tom with silver lynx point markings and icy blue eyes; sleek, semi-foreign body type, medium length fur, notch in right ear
Personality: Wintermoon is an extremely charismatic young Tom, an extrovert, gregarious, seemingly sympathetic. However, truth be told, he really only ever does anything for his own personal gain. He's actually quite devious, cheating others to get what he wants. He can be violent and ruthless, but tries not to show it, hiding behind his mask of kindness. His main goal is to take over ShadowClan and eventually other clans. His twisted mind wishes for the world to serve him.
Bio: Seemingly normal life, born and raised into ShadowClan- not really much to say about his past.
Picture:
Example RP:
The rain made his fur heavy as he wandered through the dark forest. Wintermoon couldn't care less. He had to get away from the camp for awhile- clear his head. The tom padded down a subtle path, used commonly by ShadowClan's patrols. Eventually he wandered into the open and before him was the magnificent lake that the clans surrounded. To his left he could see the edge of ThunderClan's territory clearly; the half bridge, a small thunderpath leading to it. To his right, barely visible, was RiverClan's territory. Easier seen was the silhouette of trees on the island- the gathering place for the clans.
Wintermoon stood for awhile, taking in his surroundings. The air was cool, though not too many interesting smells- just... rain. The only sounds came from birds hiding in their nests to escape the drizzle. I should head back. Leaving so unexpectedly without reason isn't the greatest idea, the tom thought. He swiftly turned and trotted back into the forest, heading towards ShadowClan's camp as the rain picked up again, dampening his pelt even more.
Valor
