Post by kenya on Dec 9, 2012 14:33:37 GMT -5
Name: Redkit, Redpaw, Redfoot
Age (in moons): Warrior 18 Moons
Gender: Tom
Allegiance: Sandclan
Appearance:
Redfoot is a large handsome ginger tom. His pelt is a dark ginger color that often matches the reflections of a setting red sun upon the water. His pelt may stand out more than some clanmates do to his ginger fur, but during the setting and rising sun the hunt belongs to him. His long legs allow him to run quickly and jump higher than most in his clan. This is what gave him his warrior name, Redfoot. Those long legs help him keep balance on his new sandy territory.
Redfoot has short whiskers that decorate his face and deep amber eyes. His pelt is also covered in dark ginger stripes from his face to the tip of his long winding tail. His feels his striped pelt helps him with his hunting when the sun isn’t able to do so. Redstep is tough cat. Scars decorate his pelt from past fights mixing with those dark stripes.
Personality: Redfoot is a friendly cat, but still tends to keep to himself. Many of his clan see him as a loyal warrior ready to challenge any who step on his territory. Especially when Sandclan has so little at the moment all ready. Redfoot however isn’t as hostile as some of his clan may think he is when approaching a strange cat. He thinks with a level head and allows them an explanation before getting rid of the enemy. He is friendly to his clan without judgment, though sometimes he can seem apathetic if he is caught in the wrong mood.
Redfoot will obey his new leader’s word without question, as well as the rest of the warrior code. The way he sees it, there is no other option. His new clan has nothing left. That was how he was brought up by his mother. He is mostly apathetic around she-cats as well, unless one were to model her tail for him. A mate and kits weren’t below some of his future desires. Who knows? There may be a she-cat among his other clan mates he has his amber gaze on. Not that he would ever approach her on his own. Atleast, not now with the hills turned to sand.
History:
Redkit was born in during the evening in Leaf-fall. He was an only kit, much to the surprise of his mother. His kithood was spent causing trouble and being scolding by his smothering mother. He remembers a time when he had been playing and got a stray thorn stuck into his pad. He had wailed loudly until his terrified mother came running. Since then until he had become a warrior he was cautious around those prickly things. Though that never stopped him from getting into trouble and running of when ever his mother looked away. Even if only for a moment. He became an apprentice six moons later, as was the custom. His mother stood by and proudly watched as her only kit set his paws on the path of a warrior.
As an apprentice Redpaw grew less mischievous and more serious in the next growing moons. His mentor was proud of his level-heading thinking, but often had to get the swift-footed cat to slow down and be patient when hunting in their open territory. Quickly he grew from a small kit into a large handsome tom. His favorite thing to catch ending up being birds. They were a challenge in his open territory but his long legs gave him the advantage, not only for catching prey, he found, but intimidating other cats.
Redpaw finished his training around the same time as the other apprentices, and sat still and nervous to hear his warrior name. What would it be? –nose for tracking? Probably not. Whisker for hunting? Perhaps now that he caught nearly every bird his set his mind on. Fang? Perhaps. He had a few decent scars to prove it. He listened silently for his leader to speak his name to Starclan. Redfoot. His name was Redfoot. Redfoot is now a proud strong warrior. His kindness can be seen although sometimes he doesn’t show his emotions well depending on his attitude. Every once and a while he tries to sneak some alone time with a she-cat that has caught his eye.
Check 1: [ x ] Mistystar
Check 2: [ x ] Cobalt
RPer information
Name: Kenya
First language: English
Literacy level: semi-lit
Age (in moons): Warrior 18 Moons
Gender: Tom
Allegiance: Sandclan
Appearance:
Redfoot is a large handsome ginger tom. His pelt is a dark ginger color that often matches the reflections of a setting red sun upon the water. His pelt may stand out more than some clanmates do to his ginger fur, but during the setting and rising sun the hunt belongs to him. His long legs allow him to run quickly and jump higher than most in his clan. This is what gave him his warrior name, Redfoot. Those long legs help him keep balance on his new sandy territory.
Redfoot has short whiskers that decorate his face and deep amber eyes. His pelt is also covered in dark ginger stripes from his face to the tip of his long winding tail. His feels his striped pelt helps him with his hunting when the sun isn’t able to do so. Redstep is tough cat. Scars decorate his pelt from past fights mixing with those dark stripes.
Personality: Redfoot is a friendly cat, but still tends to keep to himself. Many of his clan see him as a loyal warrior ready to challenge any who step on his territory. Especially when Sandclan has so little at the moment all ready. Redfoot however isn’t as hostile as some of his clan may think he is when approaching a strange cat. He thinks with a level head and allows them an explanation before getting rid of the enemy. He is friendly to his clan without judgment, though sometimes he can seem apathetic if he is caught in the wrong mood.
Redfoot will obey his new leader’s word without question, as well as the rest of the warrior code. The way he sees it, there is no other option. His new clan has nothing left. That was how he was brought up by his mother. He is mostly apathetic around she-cats as well, unless one were to model her tail for him. A mate and kits weren’t below some of his future desires. Who knows? There may be a she-cat among his other clan mates he has his amber gaze on. Not that he would ever approach her on his own. Atleast, not now with the hills turned to sand.
History:
Redkit was born in during the evening in Leaf-fall. He was an only kit, much to the surprise of his mother. His kithood was spent causing trouble and being scolding by his smothering mother. He remembers a time when he had been playing and got a stray thorn stuck into his pad. He had wailed loudly until his terrified mother came running. Since then until he had become a warrior he was cautious around those prickly things. Though that never stopped him from getting into trouble and running of when ever his mother looked away. Even if only for a moment. He became an apprentice six moons later, as was the custom. His mother stood by and proudly watched as her only kit set his paws on the path of a warrior.
As an apprentice Redpaw grew less mischievous and more serious in the next growing moons. His mentor was proud of his level-heading thinking, but often had to get the swift-footed cat to slow down and be patient when hunting in their open territory. Quickly he grew from a small kit into a large handsome tom. His favorite thing to catch ending up being birds. They were a challenge in his open territory but his long legs gave him the advantage, not only for catching prey, he found, but intimidating other cats.
Redpaw finished his training around the same time as the other apprentices, and sat still and nervous to hear his warrior name. What would it be? –nose for tracking? Probably not. Whisker for hunting? Perhaps now that he caught nearly every bird his set his mind on. Fang? Perhaps. He had a few decent scars to prove it. He listened silently for his leader to speak his name to Starclan. Redfoot. His name was Redfoot. Redfoot is now a proud strong warrior. His kindness can be seen although sometimes he doesn’t show his emotions well depending on his attitude. Every once and a while he tries to sneak some alone time with a she-cat that has caught his eye.
Check 1: [ x ] Mistystar
Check 2: [ x ] Cobalt
RPer information
Name: Kenya
First language: English
Literacy level: semi-lit
