Oakheart

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Role-player Information:
Name / Nickname: Frosty (Frostfeather)
Number of characters: 1

Character Information:
Name: Oakheart
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: EarthClan
Appearance:Dazzling dark brown tabby pelt with amber eyes
Personality: He can be warm and welcoming though as always there is one flaw, he can be rude at times but all cats can’t be nice all the time can they? Also, he is quite humorous and slightly a flirt.
Kin: None
Mate/Crush: Nope/ Not yet but most likely soon
Kits: Nope
Apprentice: Not yet.
History: Normal, there is nothing special about it.
Role-play Sample:
There was a soft rustling in the undergrowth. A small pink nose poked out of a bush, twitching as it scented the air. A shadow moved swiftly toward the mouse that was now coming eagerly out of its home. It grabbed a seed and began to chew upon it. Stupid creature. Suddenly the mouse sat, ears pricked forward and eyes wide. Something was near. How cute, fresh-kill. The shadow moved closer and closer, amber eyes narrowed with delight. The shadow was very muscular with wide shoulders. It moved forward, behind the mouse. Slowly it sank into a crouch, eyes never leaving its soon to be meal. Then it leap into the air, the mouse turned and let out a high-pitched squeal of alarm. It dropped its seed and ran to a hiding place. Too late, a massive paw grabbed the creature. Then it was thrown into the air and landed with a sickly thud. The mouse lay stunned as the shadow loomed up in front of it. With a last effort to get up, the mouse flopped back down again. As the shadow stepped into the trickling sunlight, a dazzling dark brown tabby pelt shone out. The two amber eyes blinked from the brightness of day. The tabby cat grinned at the mouse; it was a tomcat all right. He bent down and bit the neck causing it to go limp immediately. It was all too easy for him. The tom stood and admired his fresh-kill for a moment before picking it up and bringing away. He padded silently over to a mound of dirt. Putting his mouse down he began to dig. Eventually he had managed to get out two voles and a sparrow. The clan would be proud. Taking a breath he picked up the two voles and the mouse with their tails and got his sparrow to hang with them. Only that he had to have the head in his mouth. He hauled his kill away, as he did so he threw up sand behind him to cover the stench of blood and death. At last the camp came into view and he brought his share to the pile, carefully setting them down. He gave a lengthy yawn then stretched luxuriously. A fine day it was. The tabby sat and groomed his warm pelt. His name was Oakheart. He was a handsome tom at that. His eyes could be as warm as the sun but as mischievous as the shadows of the forest or the kits in the nursery. He can fight extremely well against attacks for one his young age. He has great hunting skills too. He cares for himself but not as much as he cares for his clan. He has one flaw that can seem quite obvious for a tomcat; he can be a somewhat rude at times. But all cats can’t be nice all the time, can they? He is very popular with his clan and would do what ever he could to help it. Thus he became a fantastic warrior. This is Oakheart.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Accepted-ness >D

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Thanks. x3