Post by Flintfang on Jun 8, 2012 8:48:35 GMT -5
Character name: Flintfang
Former names (if any): Flintkit, Flintpaw.
Future names (if any): Flint...star? HAHA. Unlikely!
Clan: Riverclan.
Age (in moons, be reasonable): 17 moons.
Gender: A male, for sure!
Rank within the clan: Warrior! Though... He really behaves more like an apprentice.
Looks (in 4+ sentences): To put it simply, Flintfang is a red silver classic tabby with white. He has a ground colour of a peachy tone that's rather impure, alongside blotchy, swirly stripes of a dark red hue. His paws and tail-tips are white. Let's start from the top and work our way down to the bottom of his features shall we? Flintfang's ears are medium-sized, with fluffy tufts, he almost always carries them in an erect and happy manner. His wide, round eyes are green, angled oh-so-slightly at the top corners towards his ears. They glint with cheekiness--almost like he has something up his fur. Speaking of furs, his pelt is rather plush and soft to the touch when well-kempt. Unfortunately this tom likes to get down and dirty, so his vibrant fur is usually dulled down by a layer of dust. Going lower, we get to his most important bodypart. No, not his male appendages you sicko, I'm talking about his tail. It's long, thick, fluffy and expressive, always held high because of his natural optimism. All in all, a fairly attractive tom if he bothers to keep himself in check. Also, considering his personality, it's a wonder why he doesn't have any visible scars.
Personality (in 4+ sentences): Flintfang's attitude is surprisingly happy and jovial for a tom his age. He tries to never look at the dark side of anything and looks for that single ray of sun in whatever he's faced with. Every single thing about Flintfang screams kit-like behaviour, from the spring in his steps to his wide-eyed gaze. His questions, or remarks may even sound a bit odd and kiddish, but that's mostly because he tries to think that every thing is a blessing, rather than ill-fated luck--oh, and also because he just doesn't give two dirts about what you think of him.
Flynn's very reckless with himself; Never hesitating to throw himself in unforeseen danger for the sake of fun. He loves to play games, the tougher, the better! This guy isn't afraid to take risks for the sake of entertainment--though, that rule only applies to himself. He will never put another soul in danger for him. That's just not his style. Born a drypaw, Flintfang cannot swim well, preferring to stay dry--ironic, considering he's a Riverclanner. He is, however, one of the best tree-climbers Riverclan has to offer, and specialises in catching squirrels.
Flynn is kind to many, too kind some might say--naiive even. He trusts easily, forgives easily, and is a pacifist. He simply cannot bring himself to injure anyone. Too much compassion, this idiot has, and that might prove to be his downfall one day. Flynny seems like a dumb cat most of the times, but some might see a smarter person lurking under the lazy tom. He occasionally has moments of effortless ingenuity and inventiveness, but most of the time he's just that guy chilling back on the grass drawing pictures in the clouds.
Oh. And he believes that a white squirrel is taunting him. Yeah. Most cats don't think he's quite the sanest because of this. He is currently on a self-imposed mission to hunt down all squirrels in the clan, especially that white one.
History (4+ sentence for each rank)
I, his roleplayer, shall let Flintfang tell his story, because for sure, he's the only one who can tell it well!
"Huh really? Okay then. My mama was Sunpelt, and I was her only kit. I was born a dry-paw. I don't know why I don't like the water like all the other kits did. I just... Don't like water that much. It's so icky. So besides the constant teasing and whatnot, I had a normal kithood, playing with all the other kits and stuff. Best moons in my life, ever. About a day before my apprenticeship ceremony, mama brought me a white squirrel! A real white squirrel! Do you know what it tastes like? It's a mixture between the toughness of a grey squirrel and the tenderness of a red one. Lovely thing! Mama said it was 'encouragement'. Unfortunately since no one else saw the squirrel, no one believed me. Mysteriously enough, mama dissappeared the next day! They sent out search patrols and everything! But there was no sign of her... at all. Before I went to bed at my snazzy new apprentice den, guess what I saw--another white squirrel. Just sitting up there on a tree. Watching. I tried telling everybody but noone believed me. So I grew into the Warrior I am now, even learning to swim just a little so that I can catch fish to keep the clan running. I keep seeing that white squirrel though, here and there. I try to hunt it down but I never manage to catch it. When I try to get someone to see it as proof, it always dissappears! But don't worry. I'll catch it one day. Just watch."
Uh... Okay Flintfang. Cool story, bro.
Family (optional): Sunpelt - Deceased.
Father - Unknown
Other accounts: Nearpaw
Friends (optional): None yet! He's a wacko, who'd befriend him?
*How did you found out about us?: Intensive search. c:
Former names (if any): Flintkit, Flintpaw.
Future names (if any): Flint...star? HAHA. Unlikely!
Clan: Riverclan.
Age (in moons, be reasonable): 17 moons.
Gender: A male, for sure!
Rank within the clan: Warrior! Though... He really behaves more like an apprentice.
Looks (in 4+ sentences): To put it simply, Flintfang is a red silver classic tabby with white. He has a ground colour of a peachy tone that's rather impure, alongside blotchy, swirly stripes of a dark red hue. His paws and tail-tips are white. Let's start from the top and work our way down to the bottom of his features shall we? Flintfang's ears are medium-sized, with fluffy tufts, he almost always carries them in an erect and happy manner. His wide, round eyes are green, angled oh-so-slightly at the top corners towards his ears. They glint with cheekiness--almost like he has something up his fur. Speaking of furs, his pelt is rather plush and soft to the touch when well-kempt. Unfortunately this tom likes to get down and dirty, so his vibrant fur is usually dulled down by a layer of dust. Going lower, we get to his most important bodypart. No, not his male appendages you sicko, I'm talking about his tail. It's long, thick, fluffy and expressive, always held high because of his natural optimism. All in all, a fairly attractive tom if he bothers to keep himself in check. Also, considering his personality, it's a wonder why he doesn't have any visible scars.
Personality (in 4+ sentences): Flintfang's attitude is surprisingly happy and jovial for a tom his age. He tries to never look at the dark side of anything and looks for that single ray of sun in whatever he's faced with. Every single thing about Flintfang screams kit-like behaviour, from the spring in his steps to his wide-eyed gaze. His questions, or remarks may even sound a bit odd and kiddish, but that's mostly because he tries to think that every thing is a blessing, rather than ill-fated luck--oh, and also because he just doesn't give two dirts about what you think of him.
Flynn's very reckless with himself; Never hesitating to throw himself in unforeseen danger for the sake of fun. He loves to play games, the tougher, the better! This guy isn't afraid to take risks for the sake of entertainment--though, that rule only applies to himself. He will never put another soul in danger for him. That's just not his style. Born a drypaw, Flintfang cannot swim well, preferring to stay dry--ironic, considering he's a Riverclanner. He is, however, one of the best tree-climbers Riverclan has to offer, and specialises in catching squirrels.
Flynn is kind to many, too kind some might say--naiive even. He trusts easily, forgives easily, and is a pacifist. He simply cannot bring himself to injure anyone. Too much compassion, this idiot has, and that might prove to be his downfall one day. Flynny seems like a dumb cat most of the times, but some might see a smarter person lurking under the lazy tom. He occasionally has moments of effortless ingenuity and inventiveness, but most of the time he's just that guy chilling back on the grass drawing pictures in the clouds.
Oh. And he believes that a white squirrel is taunting him. Yeah. Most cats don't think he's quite the sanest because of this. He is currently on a self-imposed mission to hunt down all squirrels in the clan, especially that white one.
History (4+ sentence for each rank)
I, his roleplayer, shall let Flintfang tell his story, because for sure, he's the only one who can tell it well!
"Huh really? Okay then. My mama was Sunpelt, and I was her only kit. I was born a dry-paw. I don't know why I don't like the water like all the other kits did. I just... Don't like water that much. It's so icky. So besides the constant teasing and whatnot, I had a normal kithood, playing with all the other kits and stuff. Best moons in my life, ever. About a day before my apprenticeship ceremony, mama brought me a white squirrel! A real white squirrel! Do you know what it tastes like? It's a mixture between the toughness of a grey squirrel and the tenderness of a red one. Lovely thing! Mama said it was 'encouragement'. Unfortunately since no one else saw the squirrel, no one believed me. Mysteriously enough, mama dissappeared the next day! They sent out search patrols and everything! But there was no sign of her... at all. Before I went to bed at my snazzy new apprentice den, guess what I saw--another white squirrel. Just sitting up there on a tree. Watching. I tried telling everybody but noone believed me. So I grew into the Warrior I am now, even learning to swim just a little so that I can catch fish to keep the clan running. I keep seeing that white squirrel though, here and there. I try to hunt it down but I never manage to catch it. When I try to get someone to see it as proof, it always dissappears! But don't worry. I'll catch it one day. Just watch."
Uh... Okay Flintfang. Cool story, bro.
Family (optional): Sunpelt - Deceased.
Father - Unknown
Other accounts: Nearpaw
Friends (optional): None yet! He's a wacko, who'd befriend him?
*How did you found out about us?: Intensive search. c:
