Post by crocotta on Jul 13, 2014 12:49:22 GMT -5
Name: Honeystripe
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Male
Allegiance: MarshClan
Picture:
Appearance: Honeystripe is a relatively small tom, with a thin build. He has a short muzzle and large ears. His tail is short and fluffy. His fur is medium in length, except for his belly and haunches, where the fur is longer. Honeystripe makes a point to keep his pelt clean and orderly. He is pale cream in colour, with white on his muzzle, belly, forelegs and lower hindlegs. The parts of his pelt that are cream have darker stripes, that break into spots along his back. His eyes are blue, and his nose and pawpads are pink.
Personality: Honeystripe is a friendly and sociable cat, eager to learn everything he can about life outside of cat clans. However, he tends to be secretive and prefers to only talk to his close friends. He sometimes feels inadequate, as he is not a brilliant hunter or fighter, but doesn't share this with many other cats. He secretly believes that the clans would work better united, and prefers to solve differences by talking rather than fighting.
History: Honeystripe was born as the only kit in the litter. Shortly after, his parents left together to find a life outside the clan. Honeykit was cared for by the other nursery queens, but never really made friends with the other kits. The only kit he would talk to (or try to talk to at least) was Sparrowkit. When outside of the nursery, Honeykit would spend time in the Elder's den with a friendly old tom who would tell him stories and tales of his own experiences as a warrior.
When Honeykit was apprenticed, it became clear that he had no particular skill in hunting or fighting. However, he had a mind for tactics and strategy, but his ideas would often get ignored due to his age. During his apprenticeship, he started talking to other cats more, though he preferred to stay with Sparrowpaw as much as possible.
Once he became a warrior, Honeystripe settled down into the routine of warrior life with ease, and his now friendship with Sparrowheart has made him a little more sure of himself.
RP Sample: Honeystripe trotted along the narrow rock pathway, short tail held straight behind him. The skinny pale tom glanced to his right, blue gaze taking in the shadowy depths of his clan's territory. Then, he put his nose to the earth and inhaled, picking up on faint smells of mice and other prey animals. Picking the freshest (from what he could tell), he followed.
Dropping into a crouch, Honeystripe took another breath. He had hidden himself in a patch of scrubby grass, tail held erect. The scent of mouse was strong, and the tom had to try his best not to let his mouth water. The small cat placed one small paw in front of the other, creeping slowly toward his prey. It was nibbling on a seed, and its whiskers twitched as its nose kept alert for any predators.
Honeystripe shook his head, distracted by a fly landing on his ear. Thankfully, the mouse was still busy, still hadn't caught his scent or moved on. Honeystripe was coming to the end of the clump of grass, he would pounce...now! The cream tabby exploded into a run, mud spattering from under his paws. The sudden movement caused the mouse to flee, meal forgotten. Honeystripe cursed as he drew to a halt, watching the mouse as it disappeared deeper into the marsh.
Check 1: [x] Leah
Check 2: [x] Cobalt
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Male
Allegiance: MarshClan
Picture:
Appearance: Honeystripe is a relatively small tom, with a thin build. He has a short muzzle and large ears. His tail is short and fluffy. His fur is medium in length, except for his belly and haunches, where the fur is longer. Honeystripe makes a point to keep his pelt clean and orderly. He is pale cream in colour, with white on his muzzle, belly, forelegs and lower hindlegs. The parts of his pelt that are cream have darker stripes, that break into spots along his back. His eyes are blue, and his nose and pawpads are pink.
Personality: Honeystripe is a friendly and sociable cat, eager to learn everything he can about life outside of cat clans. However, he tends to be secretive and prefers to only talk to his close friends. He sometimes feels inadequate, as he is not a brilliant hunter or fighter, but doesn't share this with many other cats. He secretly believes that the clans would work better united, and prefers to solve differences by talking rather than fighting.
History: Honeystripe was born as the only kit in the litter. Shortly after, his parents left together to find a life outside the clan. Honeykit was cared for by the other nursery queens, but never really made friends with the other kits. The only kit he would talk to (or try to talk to at least) was Sparrowkit. When outside of the nursery, Honeykit would spend time in the Elder's den with a friendly old tom who would tell him stories and tales of his own experiences as a warrior.
When Honeykit was apprenticed, it became clear that he had no particular skill in hunting or fighting. However, he had a mind for tactics and strategy, but his ideas would often get ignored due to his age. During his apprenticeship, he started talking to other cats more, though he preferred to stay with Sparrowpaw as much as possible.
Once he became a warrior, Honeystripe settled down into the routine of warrior life with ease, and his now friendship with Sparrowheart has made him a little more sure of himself.
RP Sample: Honeystripe trotted along the narrow rock pathway, short tail held straight behind him. The skinny pale tom glanced to his right, blue gaze taking in the shadowy depths of his clan's territory. Then, he put his nose to the earth and inhaled, picking up on faint smells of mice and other prey animals. Picking the freshest (from what he could tell), he followed.
Dropping into a crouch, Honeystripe took another breath. He had hidden himself in a patch of scrubby grass, tail held erect. The scent of mouse was strong, and the tom had to try his best not to let his mouth water. The small cat placed one small paw in front of the other, creeping slowly toward his prey. It was nibbling on a seed, and its whiskers twitched as its nose kept alert for any predators.
Honeystripe shook his head, distracted by a fly landing on his ear. Thankfully, the mouse was still busy, still hadn't caught his scent or moved on. Honeystripe was coming to the end of the clump of grass, he would pounce...now! The cream tabby exploded into a run, mud spattering from under his paws. The sudden movement caused the mouse to flee, meal forgotten. Honeystripe cursed as he drew to a halt, watching the mouse as it disappeared deeper into the marsh.
Check 1: [x] Leah
Check 2: [x] Cobalt
