Post by -^Fire^- on Aug 13, 2009 16:40:04 GMT -5
Name:Dusktalon
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Male
Desired Home: Windclan
Desired Position:Deputy
Appearance:
Dusktalon is a dark brown tabby tom, with a lighter chest and under belly. His large paws with long black sharp claws are white, with amber eyes. Dusktalon has been in a number of battles and half of his left ear is torn off from the fight with the bobcats. Dusktalon also has has a scar running from the remaining of his left ear to him nose from a fight as an apprentice. He also has a scar on his back leg from almost being taken by an eagle as a young apprentice he killed in in then end. He has long whit whiskers with black tips and a long tail that has a white tip. Dusktalon is sleek looking and is very strong shown by his mucles under his pelt. He is abit bigger then the average cat.
Personality:
Dusktalon is a mysterious cat though he has lived with Windclan for most of his life. Some cats claim to know him very well but some still think he's very mysterious. He is a kind gentle, caring, calm cat that will listen to anyone. Dusktalon has a gental voice that can sooth anyone but his voice can change and make even the most visious cats tremble. Dusktalon is very loyal to his clan and seves them well. He gets along with other and every one of his apprentice turn into a respectable warrior. He fights fair and only fights if nessesary to do so. He is an excellent hunter. Though Dusktalon is a calm and cool cat he can become irritated and may seem cold, but he tries not to dwell on the bad always looking for good.
History:
Dusktalon was born a loner his mother died protecting himf rom a fox when he was very small. Dusktalon's father dissappered not long after his birth but came back taking him to Windclan. He himself had asked the leader before Elkstar to take care of his son. His fatehr was friends with the Windclan leader and Dusktalon was taken in and given to a mother of two in the nursery. Dusktalon never knew his mother or father but quickly adapted to clan life. As a kit his was very energetice and at first it took Windclan to get used to him but, he earned their trust and respect quickly. Dusktalon was apprenticed when he turned six moons. His mentor taught him well and in battle he was praised at the end. His most memorable battle was against Riverclan several moons ago on the border. He holds no grudge but an apprentice he was fighting had scared him as seen on his face. Dusktalon carries it remembering never to turn his back to an enemey friend or foe. His warrior cerimony came soon after proving himself to be a trust worthy and loyal warrior. Promising to protect and defend his clan he earned the name of Dusktalon for his bravery and courage, and for the eagle who tried to steal his life but ended up the other way as a young apprentice. A few moons passed and there was a border battle. Dusktalon has to use everything he had but lost half of his left ear fight on of the fighters of their group. Though recently made deputy Dusktalon continues his duties and continues to protect his clan and hunts for it always looking for a way to make his clan better or ways of making his clan more comfortable and safe. Dusktalon is still fair and tries his best not to act too overpowering like younger deputies usually do when first appointed.
Sample post:
The sun was dipping low in the clouded sky. The air was moist and the rolling clouds overhead held newleaf showers that sometimes turned into dark storm clouds. Though rain was a possibility it didn't stop the brown tom from climbing the mountain side to look from high a boulder. Dusktalon loved the view day or night and this evening was warm because of the moist air. He was glad that leaf-bare was coming to a close and the snow was melting more and more as the rain cloud rolled in to wash it away. With the warmer weather always came prey and a full belly. His muscles ripped under his fur as he gave a leap to a high standing boulder. He stood tall and looked over. He wondered if anyone was around. He wasn't exactly the talkative one and was more uptight but he felt good right now. The calm before the storm.
(I have better examples but couldn't find them sry)
Family:
Father:Ravenstrike[missing]
Mother:Moonshine[deceased]
Siblings: Two onther who were killed by the foxes. Dusktalon was the only survivor of the three.
Cousins:Unknown, none are known of.
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Male
Desired Home: Windclan
Desired Position:Deputy
Appearance:
Dusktalon is a dark brown tabby tom, with a lighter chest and under belly. His large paws with long black sharp claws are white, with amber eyes. Dusktalon has been in a number of battles and half of his left ear is torn off from the fight with the bobcats. Dusktalon also has has a scar running from the remaining of his left ear to him nose from a fight as an apprentice. He also has a scar on his back leg from almost being taken by an eagle as a young apprentice he killed in in then end. He has long whit whiskers with black tips and a long tail that has a white tip. Dusktalon is sleek looking and is very strong shown by his mucles under his pelt. He is abit bigger then the average cat.
Personality:
Dusktalon is a mysterious cat though he has lived with Windclan for most of his life. Some cats claim to know him very well but some still think he's very mysterious. He is a kind gentle, caring, calm cat that will listen to anyone. Dusktalon has a gental voice that can sooth anyone but his voice can change and make even the most visious cats tremble. Dusktalon is very loyal to his clan and seves them well. He gets along with other and every one of his apprentice turn into a respectable warrior. He fights fair and only fights if nessesary to do so. He is an excellent hunter. Though Dusktalon is a calm and cool cat he can become irritated and may seem cold, but he tries not to dwell on the bad always looking for good.
History:
Dusktalon was born a loner his mother died protecting himf rom a fox when he was very small. Dusktalon's father dissappered not long after his birth but came back taking him to Windclan. He himself had asked the leader before Elkstar to take care of his son. His fatehr was friends with the Windclan leader and Dusktalon was taken in and given to a mother of two in the nursery. Dusktalon never knew his mother or father but quickly adapted to clan life. As a kit his was very energetice and at first it took Windclan to get used to him but, he earned their trust and respect quickly. Dusktalon was apprenticed when he turned six moons. His mentor taught him well and in battle he was praised at the end. His most memorable battle was against Riverclan several moons ago on the border. He holds no grudge but an apprentice he was fighting had scared him as seen on his face. Dusktalon carries it remembering never to turn his back to an enemey friend or foe. His warrior cerimony came soon after proving himself to be a trust worthy and loyal warrior. Promising to protect and defend his clan he earned the name of Dusktalon for his bravery and courage, and for the eagle who tried to steal his life but ended up the other way as a young apprentice. A few moons passed and there was a border battle. Dusktalon has to use everything he had but lost half of his left ear fight on of the fighters of their group. Though recently made deputy Dusktalon continues his duties and continues to protect his clan and hunts for it always looking for a way to make his clan better or ways of making his clan more comfortable and safe. Dusktalon is still fair and tries his best not to act too overpowering like younger deputies usually do when first appointed.
Sample post:
The sun was dipping low in the clouded sky. The air was moist and the rolling clouds overhead held newleaf showers that sometimes turned into dark storm clouds. Though rain was a possibility it didn't stop the brown tom from climbing the mountain side to look from high a boulder. Dusktalon loved the view day or night and this evening was warm because of the moist air. He was glad that leaf-bare was coming to a close and the snow was melting more and more as the rain cloud rolled in to wash it away. With the warmer weather always came prey and a full belly. His muscles ripped under his fur as he gave a leap to a high standing boulder. He stood tall and looked over. He wondered if anyone was around. He wasn't exactly the talkative one and was more uptight but he felt good right now. The calm before the storm.
(I have better examples but couldn't find them sry)
Family:
Father:Ravenstrike[missing]
Mother:Moonshine[deceased]
Siblings: Two onther who were killed by the foxes. Dusktalon was the only survivor of the three.
Cousins:Unknown, none are known of.
