Post by feuertrunkenfreude on Jul 26, 2014 16:53:51 GMT -6
Name: Birchpelt
Gender: Tom
Age: 22 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Appearance:
Birchpelt’s heavy coat is reminiscent of a brown tabby, if the black stripes on that tabby were white. He seems to be primarily white, with thin brownish-red stripes across his body, which led his mother to give him the name Birchkit. He is large and imposing, and his greenish-gold eyes, marked as they are with stripes from the corners, only add to his threatening appearance.
Personality:
Despite looking like a danger, Birchpelt has a friendly, easygoing disposition in most instances. He prefers making friends to battling, but if he’s ordered to or under threat, he will attack without remorse. He’s good at assuming responsibility when it’s necessary, but he never forces himself into the lime light. Birchpelt prides himself on being a simple cat.
Bio:
Birchpelt does not have an outstanding past. He was the kit of a dedicated pair, in their second litter, in which he was one of four. He and his littermates got along well, and he had no major problems with his older siblings. His parents maintained happiness for their kits, but didn’t shield them from their future as warriors. He had a successful, mostly unremarkable apprenticeship, and though he had crushes on other cats from time to time, Birchpelt never took a mate.
Picture:
Example RP:
Birchpelt bounded ahead of his patrol, in a great mood and wanting to reach the lake first. Part of him wondered about the wisdom of patrolling the border at the lake. After all, nobody could cross into it very well, unless they were travelling within the agreed upon two tail-lengths of the shade. He supposed someone could travel within that range and then cross into ThunderClan’s territory, but he didn’t much expect any cat would - after all, if you originally had designs on crossing into another Clan’s land, why bother travelling along the lake in the first place?
Shrugging, Birchpelt continued along the path, keeping an eye out for anything new or different from the last time he was here, or perhaps some prey to capture and eat.
Valor
Gender: Tom
Age: 22 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Appearance:
Birchpelt’s heavy coat is reminiscent of a brown tabby, if the black stripes on that tabby were white. He seems to be primarily white, with thin brownish-red stripes across his body, which led his mother to give him the name Birchkit. He is large and imposing, and his greenish-gold eyes, marked as they are with stripes from the corners, only add to his threatening appearance.
Personality:
Despite looking like a danger, Birchpelt has a friendly, easygoing disposition in most instances. He prefers making friends to battling, but if he’s ordered to or under threat, he will attack without remorse. He’s good at assuming responsibility when it’s necessary, but he never forces himself into the lime light. Birchpelt prides himself on being a simple cat.
Bio:
Birchpelt does not have an outstanding past. He was the kit of a dedicated pair, in their second litter, in which he was one of four. He and his littermates got along well, and he had no major problems with his older siblings. His parents maintained happiness for their kits, but didn’t shield them from their future as warriors. He had a successful, mostly unremarkable apprenticeship, and though he had crushes on other cats from time to time, Birchpelt never took a mate.
Picture:
Example RP:
Birchpelt bounded ahead of his patrol, in a great mood and wanting to reach the lake first. Part of him wondered about the wisdom of patrolling the border at the lake. After all, nobody could cross into it very well, unless they were travelling within the agreed upon two tail-lengths of the shade. He supposed someone could travel within that range and then cross into ThunderClan’s territory, but he didn’t much expect any cat would - after all, if you originally had designs on crossing into another Clan’s land, why bother travelling along the lake in the first place?
Shrugging, Birchpelt continued along the path, keeping an eye out for anything new or different from the last time he was here, or perhaps some prey to capture and eat.
Valor
