Post by Lunar on Feb 23, 2008 21:53:04 GMT -5
Clan: Forestclan
Position: New warrior
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Tom
Description: Golden tabby pelt with darker stripes than make him appear bigger than his lean body really is. His fur is long and silky from good grooming, but if he does not groom himself he looks like a puffball a fact witch his sister doesn't forget to tease him about. And black rimmed yellow eyes that seem as if they really should belong to an owl. He is calm but he is known to get frustrated and that is his greatest weakness. He like his sister are just starting to walk without the jumpy stops thinking a rouge is around every corner. And is showing his long-legged fluent gait at last. But Dewfur is afraid that one day Willowpelt will be killed by rouges just as their mother was. The opposite of his sister Willowpelt. (I will have Willowpelt up soon)
History: He is protective of his sister the only surviving two in the nursery Willowpelt and Dewfur have been extra close. Their mother was killed in a battle with rouges only two moons after being born so they were brought up by a queen who had just lost kits. They were devastated when Mothwind the queen who had Foster them died of whitecouf, after the loss of both parental figures Dewfur feels alone except for his sister. But as he grew more apart his sister Willowpelt grew closer to the other Young warriors, making a ring of friends that pushed Dewfur father away. As they grew father apart Dewfur watched from the sidelines as his sister grew more popular with the younger cats, but sadly he could do nothing about it.
IC: Dewfur parted his jaws smelling the fresh sent of vole it would be his first kill as a warrior so he would have to be extra careful. Hearing the scrabbling of tiny paws Dewfur slipped into the hunter's crouch. Creeping forward he leaped hissing when his paws fell short and as the vole dogged his paw shot out and killed it. Relieved at his lucky save Dewfur picked up the prey and took off towards the camp. As he returned to the clearing after giving the vole to a much approving elder he was surprised to see Willowpelt, and even more to see her alone he approached her and mewed "Are you alone?" she whipped around and hissed "Of course and whats it to you?" hurt Dewfur replied "I just wanted to talk to you" the fur flattened on Willowpelt's shoulders as she blinked "Well?". Taking a deep breath Dewfur meowed "I caught my first vole as a warrior" he could not keep the pride out of his voice, "Good for you" she said and went to join a pale tabby at the entrance. Dewfur sighed they used to share so much...and now it seemed they were never together.
Rules Password: Wish
Position: New warrior
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Tom
Description: Golden tabby pelt with darker stripes than make him appear bigger than his lean body really is. His fur is long and silky from good grooming, but if he does not groom himself he looks like a puffball a fact witch his sister doesn't forget to tease him about. And black rimmed yellow eyes that seem as if they really should belong to an owl. He is calm but he is known to get frustrated and that is his greatest weakness. He like his sister are just starting to walk without the jumpy stops thinking a rouge is around every corner. And is showing his long-legged fluent gait at last. But Dewfur is afraid that one day Willowpelt will be killed by rouges just as their mother was. The opposite of his sister Willowpelt. (I will have Willowpelt up soon)
History: He is protective of his sister the only surviving two in the nursery Willowpelt and Dewfur have been extra close. Their mother was killed in a battle with rouges only two moons after being born so they were brought up by a queen who had just lost kits. They were devastated when Mothwind the queen who had Foster them died of whitecouf, after the loss of both parental figures Dewfur feels alone except for his sister. But as he grew more apart his sister Willowpelt grew closer to the other Young warriors, making a ring of friends that pushed Dewfur father away. As they grew father apart Dewfur watched from the sidelines as his sister grew more popular with the younger cats, but sadly he could do nothing about it.
IC: Dewfur parted his jaws smelling the fresh sent of vole it would be his first kill as a warrior so he would have to be extra careful. Hearing the scrabbling of tiny paws Dewfur slipped into the hunter's crouch. Creeping forward he leaped hissing when his paws fell short and as the vole dogged his paw shot out and killed it. Relieved at his lucky save Dewfur picked up the prey and took off towards the camp. As he returned to the clearing after giving the vole to a much approving elder he was surprised to see Willowpelt, and even more to see her alone he approached her and mewed "Are you alone?" she whipped around and hissed "Of course and whats it to you?" hurt Dewfur replied "I just wanted to talk to you" the fur flattened on Willowpelt's shoulders as she blinked "Well?". Taking a deep breath Dewfur meowed "I caught my first vole as a warrior" he could not keep the pride out of his voice, "Good for you" she said and went to join a pale tabby at the entrance. Dewfur sighed they used to share so much...and now it seemed they were never together.
Rules Password: Wish
