Post by Frostfox on Jan 13, 2008 21:11:36 GMT -5
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Name-- Frostfox
Gender-- Tom
Clan-- ThunderClan
Position-- Warrior
Appearance-- Frostfox is a muscular tom. His pelt is black and white. It grows long and shaggy in the winter, but in the summer it's short. His eyes are orange-amber colored. His ears, part of his face, and his paws are black. His tail is black with a white tip. He has long whiskers on his face, and a small pink nose.
Personality-- Frostfox is normally a well-tempered cat, but his temper can be extremely short. He isn't a mean or violent cat, he's just very aggressive at times. He's very good around kits. Sometimes Frostfox has trouble trusting cats, but he's one of the most loyal friends a cat could have if you do get to know him. He's easily frustrated. Frostfox is a dedicated cat, and he would risk his life for his Clan.
History-- No one really knows where Frostfox came from. When he was a kit his family abandoned him. All he knew about them was that he had a brother and a sister. He was about three moons old when he found the ThunderClan hollow. Since he was only a kit, Frostfox was taken care of by two ThunderClan queens. He then grew up and became an apprentice then a warrior, just like any Clanborn cat.
IC-- The tiny black and white kit was hungry. He didn't know where to go for food, and it was nearing twilight. He sat on his haunches and yowled at the sky for a good five minutes before realizing that that wasn't going to help him. The little tom decided to try and find someone that could help him. He got to his paws and lifted his tiny pink nose to the sky, trying to scent anything that would let him know that he wasn't alone. What was that smell? He lifted his nose higher into the air. It was a vaguely familiar smell. Other cats! With a determined look in his orange-amber eyes, the black and white kit followed the smell until he came to a small clearing. He hid himself in the undergrowth just outside the clearing. Peeking in, he could see three cats walking through the clearing, their jaws filled with prey. The kit knew this was his chance to get food, but he was weak from lack of prey. The small tom stumbled into the clearing, mewing helplessly. The three cats turned to look at him. He looked up at them, vowing to never forget their faces, then fainted.
Picture--
www.ivc.edu/steljes/GeneralPages/personal/CATS/tuxedo.JPG
Name-- Frostfox
Gender-- Tom
Clan-- ThunderClan
Position-- Warrior
Appearance-- Frostfox is a muscular tom. His pelt is black and white. It grows long and shaggy in the winter, but in the summer it's short. His eyes are orange-amber colored. His ears, part of his face, and his paws are black. His tail is black with a white tip. He has long whiskers on his face, and a small pink nose.
Personality-- Frostfox is normally a well-tempered cat, but his temper can be extremely short. He isn't a mean or violent cat, he's just very aggressive at times. He's very good around kits. Sometimes Frostfox has trouble trusting cats, but he's one of the most loyal friends a cat could have if you do get to know him. He's easily frustrated. Frostfox is a dedicated cat, and he would risk his life for his Clan.
History-- No one really knows where Frostfox came from. When he was a kit his family abandoned him. All he knew about them was that he had a brother and a sister. He was about three moons old when he found the ThunderClan hollow. Since he was only a kit, Frostfox was taken care of by two ThunderClan queens. He then grew up and became an apprentice then a warrior, just like any Clanborn cat.
IC-- The tiny black and white kit was hungry. He didn't know where to go for food, and it was nearing twilight. He sat on his haunches and yowled at the sky for a good five minutes before realizing that that wasn't going to help him. The little tom decided to try and find someone that could help him. He got to his paws and lifted his tiny pink nose to the sky, trying to scent anything that would let him know that he wasn't alone. What was that smell? He lifted his nose higher into the air. It was a vaguely familiar smell. Other cats! With a determined look in his orange-amber eyes, the black and white kit followed the smell until he came to a small clearing. He hid himself in the undergrowth just outside the clearing. Peeking in, he could see three cats walking through the clearing, their jaws filled with prey. The kit knew this was his chance to get food, but he was weak from lack of prey. The small tom stumbled into the clearing, mewing helplessly. The three cats turned to look at him. He looked up at them, vowing to never forget their faces, then fainted.
Picture--
www.ivc.edu/steljes/GeneralPages/personal/CATS/tuxedo.JPG