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Post by [spotty] on Jan 5, 2007 20:18:04 GMT -5
Name: Clawwind
Gender: tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Windclan
Description: Clawwind is a handsome tom. He is a light brown tabbywith one white paw. His tail is slightly crooked. He has bright amber eyes.Clawwind has a long tail and a long legs, fast for running through the fields. He has long claws and sharp teeth. Clawwind has many scars, proof of his many battles. He has a scar running from his left eye down to his nose, which gives him an almost eerie look. An odd trait that Clawwind has is that his whiskers are gray-unlike most cats, who have white.
Picture: i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/horse_girl_1000/Clawwind-1.jpg
Personality: Clawwind is a very friendly cat. He has a great sense of humor and is very loyal to his clan. He hates being confused. He tries to be very brave and hides all traces of uncertainty. But Clawwind still can be very mean and icy to his enemies. He still has that tiny bit of Shadowclan in his heart- the icyness. He sympathises for injured cats, so he would never attack a helpless victim. He has a fear of blood, but he tries not to show it.
History: Clawwind was born in Shadowclan. His mother died giving birth, and there were no other queens at the time to take care of Clawwind and his siblings. The kits had no milk. The warriors took turns warming the kits and the clan did everything they could. But Clawwind's siblings all died. he was the only kit of his litter to survive.
The clan brought him over to Windclan in hope that they would care for the tiny kit. The Windclan leader agreed, but only a few of the other Windclan cats did. They wanted to get rid of the kit, for he was Shadowclan, not Windclan. The leader protested, and mentored Clawwind himself. Slowly, the Windclan cats accepted Clawwind. Clawwind became a warrior and did everything he could to show his loyalty to Windclan. Once, Clawwind chased off a whole Riverclan patrol by himself.
IC: Clawwind was just told by the medicine cat that he was healthy and had recovered. Clawwind was delighted for he had been cooped up sick in the medicine cat's den for a quarter-moon! He ran out of the camp. He needed to stretch his muscles. He bounded through the fields, the sun shining down on his tabby pelt. His long legs stretched out far in front of him as he jumped a wide river, landing safely on the other side. He could smell the fresh scent of rabbit on the wind and he stopped to hunt. He spotted the creature nibbling at the grass. He rocked on his haunches, preparing to pounce. He knew that the wind was carrying his scent to the rabbit, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could outrun this creature anyways. As he leaped toward the rabbit, it looked up, and bounded away. Clawwind gave chase, running as swift as a rushing river. He was closing in on the rabbit fast. He leaped forward, his claws unsheathed, ready to pin the rabbit onto the ground. Then with one swift bite to its neck, he killed it. He took a bite. Wow, did that taste good! thought Clawwind. This prey was a lot tastier than the fresh-kill he had been eating when he was sick. It was so fresh! He gobbled it up hungrily then looked to the sky. Was it ever great to have recoverd! he thought.
And here's my beautiful siggie that Mossy (person on the RP site) made me. I love it! It's beautiful! ;D
i27.photobucket.com/albums/c158/RedDreamer17/cw.jpg
Gender: tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Windclan
Description: Clawwind is a handsome tom. He is a light brown tabbywith one white paw. His tail is slightly crooked. He has bright amber eyes.Clawwind has a long tail and a long legs, fast for running through the fields. He has long claws and sharp teeth. Clawwind has many scars, proof of his many battles. He has a scar running from his left eye down to his nose, which gives him an almost eerie look. An odd trait that Clawwind has is that his whiskers are gray-unlike most cats, who have white.
Picture: i127.photobucket.com/albums/p151/horse_girl_1000/Clawwind-1.jpg
Personality: Clawwind is a very friendly cat. He has a great sense of humor and is very loyal to his clan. He hates being confused. He tries to be very brave and hides all traces of uncertainty. But Clawwind still can be very mean and icy to his enemies. He still has that tiny bit of Shadowclan in his heart- the icyness. He sympathises for injured cats, so he would never attack a helpless victim. He has a fear of blood, but he tries not to show it.
History: Clawwind was born in Shadowclan. His mother died giving birth, and there were no other queens at the time to take care of Clawwind and his siblings. The kits had no milk. The warriors took turns warming the kits and the clan did everything they could. But Clawwind's siblings all died. he was the only kit of his litter to survive.
The clan brought him over to Windclan in hope that they would care for the tiny kit. The Windclan leader agreed, but only a few of the other Windclan cats did. They wanted to get rid of the kit, for he was Shadowclan, not Windclan. The leader protested, and mentored Clawwind himself. Slowly, the Windclan cats accepted Clawwind. Clawwind became a warrior and did everything he could to show his loyalty to Windclan. Once, Clawwind chased off a whole Riverclan patrol by himself.
IC: Clawwind was just told by the medicine cat that he was healthy and had recovered. Clawwind was delighted for he had been cooped up sick in the medicine cat's den for a quarter-moon! He ran out of the camp. He needed to stretch his muscles. He bounded through the fields, the sun shining down on his tabby pelt. His long legs stretched out far in front of him as he jumped a wide river, landing safely on the other side. He could smell the fresh scent of rabbit on the wind and he stopped to hunt. He spotted the creature nibbling at the grass. He rocked on his haunches, preparing to pounce. He knew that the wind was carrying his scent to the rabbit, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could outrun this creature anyways. As he leaped toward the rabbit, it looked up, and bounded away. Clawwind gave chase, running as swift as a rushing river. He was closing in on the rabbit fast. He leaped forward, his claws unsheathed, ready to pin the rabbit onto the ground. Then with one swift bite to its neck, he killed it. He took a bite. Wow, did that taste good! thought Clawwind. This prey was a lot tastier than the fresh-kill he had been eating when he was sick. It was so fresh! He gobbled it up hungrily then looked to the sky. Was it ever great to have recoverd! he thought.
Yes, that was long... 
And here's my beautiful siggie that Mossy (person on the RP site) made me. I love it! It's beautiful! ;D
i27.photobucket.com/albums/c158/RedDreamer17/cw.jpg
