Post by Rowancloud on May 24, 2007 17:55:24 GMT -5
Name: Ashstorm
Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Ashstorm has a long-furred, dark gray pelt. His eyes are blue and he has white paws. His chest is a dark silvery gray color. His ears are the same silvery gray.
Picture: Sorry, not enough time to find one right now.
Personality: Ashstorm is a kind cat and always tries to follow the Warrior Code. He puts his Clans' needs before his own, unless it's a matter of life and death. He's a little snappy sometimes, and he's not always in great moods. Half the time, he's in pleasent moods and happy. Other times, he's angry and gets mad/upset for no apparent reason... be careful what you say around this cat.
IC: A dark gray cat crept around the forest, his blue eyes shining in the night. He caught a glimpse of a mouse and started to pad silently, swiftly, after the prey. He grinned and stopped walking as soon as he was about a tail-length away. He was about to leap, but then...
"Ashstorm!"
Ashstorm jumped, missing his chance, and the mouse ran away. "Squirrelfrost!" He growled, "You cost me my lunch!"
Squirrelfrost frowned. "Sorry," she mewed, "But the leader is calling a meeting and he/she wants everyone there."
Ashstorm glared and frowned, but relunctantly followed his friend to the WindClan camp.
Code: Past
Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Ashstorm has a long-furred, dark gray pelt. His eyes are blue and he has white paws. His chest is a dark silvery gray color. His ears are the same silvery gray.
Picture: Sorry, not enough time to find one right now.
Personality: Ashstorm is a kind cat and always tries to follow the Warrior Code. He puts his Clans' needs before his own, unless it's a matter of life and death. He's a little snappy sometimes, and he's not always in great moods. Half the time, he's in pleasent moods and happy. Other times, he's angry and gets mad/upset for no apparent reason... be careful what you say around this cat.
IC: A dark gray cat crept around the forest, his blue eyes shining in the night. He caught a glimpse of a mouse and started to pad silently, swiftly, after the prey. He grinned and stopped walking as soon as he was about a tail-length away. He was about to leap, but then...
"Ashstorm!"
Ashstorm jumped, missing his chance, and the mouse ran away. "Squirrelfrost!" He growled, "You cost me my lunch!"
Squirrelfrost frowned. "Sorry," she mewed, "But the leader is calling a meeting and he/she wants everyone there."
Ashstorm glared and frowned, but relunctantly followed his friend to the WindClan camp.
Code: Past