Post by seawolf on Dec 12, 2012 22:34:18 GMT -5
Poppynose
Name: Poppynose
Age: 29 moons
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Poppynose is a large ginger tom with prominent classic tabby markings. His face is round and he has a broad, pink nose. He has almond-shaped eyes that appear vivid green against his red pelt, and he is long-bodied with somewhat thick, whispy fur.
*image*
Domestic Shorthair x Domestic Shorthair
(credit goes to canlyn88 for the photo)
Personality:
Poppynose has a very relaxed disposition and almost nothing can ruffle his feathers. However, some may say too relaxed. He enjoys sunning, sleeping late, and watching clouds float by. By looking at him laze about, you couldn't tell he was actually sharp as a blade. In social situations, Poppynose is the master. He's quick to pick up small cues, and can tell easily what a cat is feeling, and when he's being lied to.
History:
It was early New-Leaf, and the flowers had woken from their seasonal slumber. The flat marsh was dappled with spots of yellows, reds, and lovely purples. The sun beat down on the land, thawing the last patches of ice and snow into the wet ground.
Inside the nursery, new kits were nuzzled into their mother's fur to suckle away. The calico queen swiped her tongue over each one and said, "My kits, my sweet little three." Poppykit wriggled against his brothers as he felt her rough tongue on his back.
As time went on, the siblings opened their eyes and began to play and romp about the nursery.
"They're certainly getting big," another queen commented. It was true; Poppykit and his brothers, Gorsekit and Plumkit, had grown quickly and were notably larger than the other kits their age.
"They take after their father," Rosefang, their mother, replied with a lush purr, just as Gorsekit and Plumkit ambushed and dog-piled Poppykit.
The brothers didn't cease their rapid growth. By the time they were assigned mentors, they were almost big as warriors. Because of this, much was expected of them in combat. This especially applied Poppypaw since he was the largest of the trio.
It was a proud day when Poppypaw and his brothers were granted their apprentice titles. Rosefang cheered louder than the rest and sent her boys off with a lick on each forehead. Though his brothers were already pestering their mentors to teach them to fight, Poppypaw was still wary and longed for more nights in the nursery.
Poppypaw had been given a young warrior as a mentor, named Flyclaw, who acted like a senior warrior of the clan. As soon as their noses touched, Silent Giant Poppypaw knew his training would be rough.
"Clean out the Elders den for now," Flyclaw scoffed. "I expect you in the training hollow tomorrow before dawn. Got it, kit?"
"Yes," said Poppypaw, half-intimidated. He eyed the small tom. Such a big attitude... he thought to himself and lumbered off to the Elders Den to start his duties.
The apprentice den was quiet that morning. Not a soul had been left
Name: Poppynose
Age: 29 moons
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Poppynose is a large ginger tom with prominent classic tabby markings. His face is round and he has a broad, pink nose. He has almond-shaped eyes that appear vivid green against his red pelt, and he is long-bodied with somewhat thick, whispy fur.
*image*
Domestic Shorthair x Domestic Shorthair
(credit goes to canlyn88 for the photo)
Personality:
Poppynose has a very relaxed disposition and almost nothing can ruffle his feathers. However, some may say too relaxed. He enjoys sunning, sleeping late, and watching clouds float by. By looking at him laze about, you couldn't tell he was actually sharp as a blade. In social situations, Poppynose is the master. He's quick to pick up small cues, and can tell easily what a cat is feeling, and when he's being lied to.
History:
It was early New-Leaf, and the flowers had woken from their seasonal slumber. The flat marsh was dappled with spots of yellows, reds, and lovely purples. The sun beat down on the land, thawing the last patches of ice and snow into the wet ground.
Inside the nursery, new kits were nuzzled into their mother's fur to suckle away. The calico queen swiped her tongue over each one and said, "My kits, my sweet little three." Poppykit wriggled against his brothers as he felt her rough tongue on his back.
As time went on, the siblings opened their eyes and began to play and romp about the nursery.
"They're certainly getting big," another queen commented. It was true; Poppykit and his brothers, Gorsekit and Plumkit, had grown quickly and were notably larger than the other kits their age.
"They take after their father," Rosefang, their mother, replied with a lush purr, just as Gorsekit and Plumkit ambushed and dog-piled Poppykit.
The brothers didn't cease their rapid growth. By the time they were assigned mentors, they were almost big as warriors. Because of this, much was expected of them in combat. This especially applied Poppypaw since he was the largest of the trio.
It was a proud day when Poppypaw and his brothers were granted their apprentice titles. Rosefang cheered louder than the rest and sent her boys off with a lick on each forehead. Though his brothers were already pestering their mentors to teach them to fight, Poppypaw was still wary and longed for more nights in the nursery.
Poppypaw had been given a young warrior as a mentor, named Flyclaw, who acted like a senior warrior of the clan. As soon as their noses touched, Silent Giant Poppypaw knew his training would be rough.
"Clean out the Elders den for now," Flyclaw scoffed. "I expect you in the training hollow tomorrow before dawn. Got it, kit?"
"Yes," said Poppypaw, half-intimidated. He eyed the small tom. Such a big attitude... he thought to himself and lumbered off to the Elders Den to start his duties.
The apprentice den was quiet that morning. Not a soul had been left
