Post by darkdino14 on Apr 17, 2015 7:25:42 GMT
Name: Fox
Desired Name: The clan leader can decide
Age: 14 moons
Rank:
Allegiance: Loner
Birth Moon: Worm Moon 2014
Gender: Tom
Appearance: A dark grey tabby with a long bushy tail. A long scar covering part of his nose following under left eye and several others on his left flank, few are on his right. He's quite fast and is a sturdily built cat. He's quite short with lime green eyes and a white under belly and paws.
Personality: Level headed and quick witted, Fox is as cunning as his name sake and is quite manipulative. He’s ambitious and slightly self centred, but sees the advantages of working in groups. Though he does prefer to be by himself. He is quite mischievous at times and loves to play tricks on passing cats and often picks fights with rouges and kittypets.
History: Part Rose's second litter, Fox grew up in the forest near the twoleg nests. His mother thought him how to hunt and fend for himself. He had a bad habit of getting into fights with rouges. After irritation a particularly small tom, who gave him the beating of his life, Fox come to the conclusion that size doesn't always matter, though it did contribute a bit. He left his mother a moon ago, seeking a new home with running prey and water.
Desired Name: The clan leader can decide
Age: 14 moons
Rank:
Allegiance: Loner
Birth Moon: Worm Moon 2014
Gender: Tom
Appearance: A dark grey tabby with a long bushy tail. A long scar covering part of his nose following under left eye and several others on his left flank, few are on his right. He's quite fast and is a sturdily built cat. He's quite short with lime green eyes and a white under belly and paws.
Personality: Level headed and quick witted, Fox is as cunning as his name sake and is quite manipulative. He’s ambitious and slightly self centred, but sees the advantages of working in groups. Though he does prefer to be by himself. He is quite mischievous at times and loves to play tricks on passing cats and often picks fights with rouges and kittypets.
History: Part Rose's second litter, Fox grew up in the forest near the twoleg nests. His mother thought him how to hunt and fend for himself. He had a bad habit of getting into fights with rouges. After irritation a particularly small tom, who gave him the beating of his life, Fox come to the conclusion that size doesn't always matter, though it did contribute a bit. He left his mother a moon ago, seeking a new home with running prey and water.
I hope you the best of luck on that!
And sorry I took so long! I had some problems with a friend, and didn't really feel like getting on because of that, you know?