Post by ¤§Silver§¤ on Mar 19, 2007 15:50:22 GMT -5
Name:: Arcticstorm
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 25 moons
Clan: RubyClan
Position:: Warrior
Short Description::
A pure white tom w/ yellow eyes
Description::
Arcticstorm is a handsome pure white tom. He is a very strong and muscular cat, though he is not a very swift cat, but swift for a strong cat! His eyes are a beautiful yellow color, you won't believe your eyes! He has very thick fur, but he is a short haired cat. His nose is a light pink color.
Personality::
Arcticstorm is not a cat to break the warrior code at all. He is very loyal to RubyClan and sometimes he is pretty strict with the little ones. Arcticstorm likes to fight, but not all the time, his favorite hobby is watching nature be natural. He loves nature and always did. Arcticstorm wishes he could one day have an apprentice to train.
Past::
Arcticstorm was born in RubyClan. He had fun as a kit even though there were no other kits to play with at the time. Though he would always play by himself and it would keep him occupied. He would make up challenging games, like if he could go into the leader's den without getting in trouble. Of course, half the time he got caught, but he never got into real trouble with the old leader. Arctickit's father was unknown, but he didn't care, because he always had a loving mother to go to.
Later he was apprenticed and became Arcticpaw. He had a friendly, and challenging mentor, his name was Rushtail. Whenever Arcitcpaw was doing something wrong, his mentor would correct him until he got it right, most of the time he was a fast learner, but other times it took forever for Arcticpaw to get something right! Despite how strict his mentor was, he looked up to his mentor like a father and Rushtail looked down at him like a son.
When Arcticpaw was 13 moons, he became a warrior and was known as Arcticstorm. the only tradegy that ever really happened in his life was that his mother and mentor died in the battle with QuarzClan. Before his mentor's death, he told Arcticstorm that he was his father. It made sense because they both were pure white cats. Arcticstorm was crushed, but he now puts that battle behind his back and moves on.
RP Sample::
the cold wind beat against his soft white fur. The harsh breeze made him blink his bright yellow eyes shut and few times, but that didn't stop the tom from watching his prey. It would be his first catch of the day. It was the windiest day it could be all year so far.
The white tom moved slowly toward the mouse and hungrily licked his lips as if he already finished eating the mouse. Arcticstorm could already see himself filling up on the plump mouse. He waited, then with one twich of his tail, he leaped at the critter. the grass chook violetly, then everything grew still. the wind stopped as if to spare a moment to grieve for the lost mouse of the forest. A few minites later, Acricstorm stood up with the mouse in his jaws.
Crush::
none
Other::
none
