Post by Mars on Aug 6, 2009 13:58:32 GMT -5
Roleplayer Information:
Name / Nickname: Call me Mars. C:
Number of characters: ...Well, one if Voleheart is accepted... XD
Character Information:
Name: Voleheart
Age: 29 Moons
Gender: Tom-Cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: EarthClan
Appearance: Voleheart is a slender brown tabby cat with amber eyes. His fur is of medium length.
Voleheart's muzzle, chest, legs, and underbelly are a lighter brown than the rest of him. Darker brown tabby stripes cross down his back and create rings around his fluffy, light brown tipped tail.
Oddly, the tips of his ears are white. Voleheart's whiskers are long and narrowed, just like any other cat's.
His sensitive nose is a mixture of two colours. The main is pink-- while, if you look closely, half of his nose appears to be dotted and splotched with grey.
Personality: Voleheart is a seemingly quiet cat. He rarely talks unless talked too, or chosen to speak at that time. He's not incredibly open with sharing ideas, and keeps his thoughts to himself instead of coming out and challenging some other cat.
He tries to keep to himself often, but, will be more than willing to give a helping paw or making a light joke to a close friend.
Voleheart is a nervous cat, the tip of his tail almost always moving. He often stutters in awkward situations, and is easily startled by loud noises or a sudden movement from the corner of his eyes.
Kin: None that are being played.
Mate/Crush: None, yet.
Kits: None.
Apprentice: None
History: Voleheart lived a normal Clan Cat's life.
Roleplay Sample:
Movement flashing from behind the bramble alerted him that his prey was on the move. Foxdung! the curse rang loudly in Voleheart's head as he sprang after the rabbit. The fat little creature was bounding quickly along, dashing through bracken, while Voleheart attempted to follow it.
He launched himself through a prickly bramble bush, feeling the sharp twigs snag at his fur and scratch at his sensitive nose.
Struggling through it-- he soon shot out the other side, leaving tufts of his brown fur behind in his frantic dash after the fleeing prey.
But it was already too late.
The rabbit was gone.
"Ooh... Bad luck, Voleheart." a voice commented on his chase as his clanmate, Mottledpelt, side-stepped around the bush he'd decided to go THROUGH, instead of around.
The tortoiseshell tom paused and turned his gaze to the bush when he noticed the tufts of brown fur hanging on a couple of the sharp twigs.
Ears hot with embarrassment, Voleheart swept his tongue over his upper jaw, "You know me...Slow as a shrew." he joked tightly, lowering himself to his haunches as Mottledpelt averted his eyes from the bush where his fur continued to dangle and sway in the light breeze.
"So true. Anyways," Mottledpelt jerked his head in the direction that they had come from. "We should probably be heading back to camp." The tortoiseshell cat grinned broadly, "Maybe you can catch a shrew on the way back."
Voleheart's ears swiveled backwards, pressing back against his skull as the tom curled his lip at Mottledpelt's retreating figure. "Harrumph..." Brow furrowed, the brown tabby hefted himself back onto his paws and stalked after his clanmate, tail tip flicking back and forth with obvious irritation.
(( I probably could've written better than that, but... I hate intross... And they always give me writers block... -D-
Yeah.
Sorry for the laziness on this bio. .D. As for Mottledpelt, he's a side character right now... I might write a bio for him later.))
[/size]
Name / Nickname: Call me Mars. C:
Number of characters: ...Well, one if Voleheart is accepted... XD
Character Information:
Name: Voleheart
Age: 29 Moons
Gender: Tom-Cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: EarthClan
Appearance: Voleheart is a slender brown tabby cat with amber eyes. His fur is of medium length.
Voleheart's muzzle, chest, legs, and underbelly are a lighter brown than the rest of him. Darker brown tabby stripes cross down his back and create rings around his fluffy, light brown tipped tail.
Oddly, the tips of his ears are white. Voleheart's whiskers are long and narrowed, just like any other cat's.
His sensitive nose is a mixture of two colours. The main is pink-- while, if you look closely, half of his nose appears to be dotted and splotched with grey.
Personality: Voleheart is a seemingly quiet cat. He rarely talks unless talked too, or chosen to speak at that time. He's not incredibly open with sharing ideas, and keeps his thoughts to himself instead of coming out and challenging some other cat.
He tries to keep to himself often, but, will be more than willing to give a helping paw or making a light joke to a close friend.
Voleheart is a nervous cat, the tip of his tail almost always moving. He often stutters in awkward situations, and is easily startled by loud noises or a sudden movement from the corner of his eyes.
Kin: None that are being played.
Mate/Crush: None, yet.
Kits: None.
Apprentice: None
History: Voleheart lived a normal Clan Cat's life.
Roleplay Sample:
Movement flashing from behind the bramble alerted him that his prey was on the move. Foxdung! the curse rang loudly in Voleheart's head as he sprang after the rabbit. The fat little creature was bounding quickly along, dashing through bracken, while Voleheart attempted to follow it.
He launched himself through a prickly bramble bush, feeling the sharp twigs snag at his fur and scratch at his sensitive nose.
Struggling through it-- he soon shot out the other side, leaving tufts of his brown fur behind in his frantic dash after the fleeing prey.
But it was already too late.
The rabbit was gone.
"Ooh... Bad luck, Voleheart." a voice commented on his chase as his clanmate, Mottledpelt, side-stepped around the bush he'd decided to go THROUGH, instead of around.
The tortoiseshell tom paused and turned his gaze to the bush when he noticed the tufts of brown fur hanging on a couple of the sharp twigs.
Ears hot with embarrassment, Voleheart swept his tongue over his upper jaw, "You know me...Slow as a shrew." he joked tightly, lowering himself to his haunches as Mottledpelt averted his eyes from the bush where his fur continued to dangle and sway in the light breeze.
"So true. Anyways," Mottledpelt jerked his head in the direction that they had come from. "We should probably be heading back to camp." The tortoiseshell cat grinned broadly, "Maybe you can catch a shrew on the way back."
Voleheart's ears swiveled backwards, pressing back against his skull as the tom curled his lip at Mottledpelt's retreating figure. "Harrumph..." Brow furrowed, the brown tabby hefted himself back onto his paws and stalked after his clanmate, tail tip flicking back and forth with obvious irritation.
(( I probably could've written better than that, but... I hate intross... And they always give me writers block... -D-
Yeah.
Sorry for the laziness on this bio. .D. As for Mottledpelt, he's a side character right now... I might write a bio for him later.))
[/size]
