Post by Spirit-kun on Jun 9, 2008 4:47:34 GMT -5
Name: Spiritflame
Clan: Forestclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Description: Large tom with a silvery blue pelt that is always sleek and shiny. His eyes are silver with red pupils, yet they seem sightless they have seen more than any normal warrior has seen in his lifetime. His tail-tip is a distinct white. His muscles ripple as he walks. He is a fairly normal sized cat but with tremendous strength. Though his claws are normal sized they are sharper than an eagle's talons.
Personality: Loves to fight to prove his strength. Is always searching for someone who is powerful so he can have fun. He could care less about others feelings and hates it when kits are around him. All he wants is an opponent who is powerful enough so that he can go full force on them.
History: Ever since he was an apprentice he has possessed great strength and always fought with the other apprentices. He got into endless trouble and he didn't know why. He had thought if he could prove his strength he'd be recognized and never left out and forgotten. The other apprentices didn't even acknowledge him by even taunting him. So for his life he has been gaining stregth in huge amounts and with it, recognition in miniscule amounts.
IC: "AAAAAAAAH!" Spiritflame yells as he charges toward Wildheart with lethal claws. He leaps at Wildheart and slashes along his side. As he advances again his opponent, Wildheart claws along Spiritflame's muzzle. But instead of rearing back he keeps coming and Wildheart barely has anytime to dodge but somehow manages to. "Yeah, finally a good fight!" Spiritflame yowls with freakishly evil delight. He then pounces with impossible speed onto Wildheart's back. He then sinks his fangs deep into his enemy's neck and ripped it off killing the rogue. With a deep , bloodcurtling scream Spiritflame announces, " I have won!" then he laughed a dark evil laugh.
Rules Password: Morning
Clan: Forestclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Description: Large tom with a silvery blue pelt that is always sleek and shiny. His eyes are silver with red pupils, yet they seem sightless they have seen more than any normal warrior has seen in his lifetime. His tail-tip is a distinct white. His muscles ripple as he walks. He is a fairly normal sized cat but with tremendous strength. Though his claws are normal sized they are sharper than an eagle's talons.
Personality: Loves to fight to prove his strength. Is always searching for someone who is powerful so he can have fun. He could care less about others feelings and hates it when kits are around him. All he wants is an opponent who is powerful enough so that he can go full force on them.
History: Ever since he was an apprentice he has possessed great strength and always fought with the other apprentices. He got into endless trouble and he didn't know why. He had thought if he could prove his strength he'd be recognized and never left out and forgotten. The other apprentices didn't even acknowledge him by even taunting him. So for his life he has been gaining stregth in huge amounts and with it, recognition in miniscule amounts.
IC: "AAAAAAAAH!" Spiritflame yells as he charges toward Wildheart with lethal claws. He leaps at Wildheart and slashes along his side. As he advances again his opponent, Wildheart claws along Spiritflame's muzzle. But instead of rearing back he keeps coming and Wildheart barely has anytime to dodge but somehow manages to. "Yeah, finally a good fight!" Spiritflame yowls with freakishly evil delight. He then pounces with impossible speed onto Wildheart's back. He then sinks his fangs deep into his enemy's neck and ripped it off killing the rogue. With a deep , bloodcurtling scream Spiritflame announces, " I have won!" then he laughed a dark evil laugh.
Rules Password: Morning
