Post by mkgb on Apr 16, 2009 22:40:39 GMT -5
Name: Blazepath
Age: 17 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Silenceclan
Rank: warrior
Appearance: Blazepath has long ginger fur that help him blend to leaves during leaf-fall. His paws and tail are jet black looking as if been burnt at one time. His legs are long helping him to run fast. His eyes light gray mixing with a little yellow like a fire and smoke.
Personality: Blazepath is one of the fastest runners in his clan. He has always been fair depending on who it is and loyal to who in charge. His faith is strong and his determination makes him a dangerous warrior. As he tries to be nice to most his eyes show more than he says and sometimes it not what a cat wants to see.
History: When younger Blazepath was known as Sparks to a group of rouges as they took him in when he was barely old enough to be by himself. They taught him ways of hunting and protecting but after a large flood washed away all the rouges Sparks found his way to Silenceclan. At first they didn’t see him as a threat for only being nine moons old but still kept him as a hostage. After many moons proving his loyalty they let him free to be a clan member. Doubt he will ever be truly loyal for he misses his rouge family this was his home now.
RP Example: It had been one of the hottest new leaf Blazepath had ever bared but small puddles still filled the divots in the ground from the rain from last night. Staring at the water, his reflection came back with another cat. The cat a dark mottled brown tom, small but had wisdom in his deep amber eyes.
“Timber?” Blazepath whispered softly hoping no other cat was near, ”It’s me Blaze – I mean Sparks. You remember don’t you?”
The water faded the reflections as a shadow drifted over it. Why couldn’t he talk to his brother one last time or maybe Rags Blazepath thought as he hit his paw against the water making droplets hit his fur. This place was his home but why did he feel so homesick.
He laid near the puddle hoping that another cat would show but nothing happen. The smell of cats filled him nose; dusk patrol. Blazepath got up shaking off bits of debris. He started to run off when he had the urge to look once more at the puddle and there laid faces of his past or maybe it were just his imagination. Sighing he ran back to camp hoping the patrol didn’t smell him.
Age: 17 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Silenceclan
Rank: warrior
Appearance: Blazepath has long ginger fur that help him blend to leaves during leaf-fall. His paws and tail are jet black looking as if been burnt at one time. His legs are long helping him to run fast. His eyes light gray mixing with a little yellow like a fire and smoke.
Personality: Blazepath is one of the fastest runners in his clan. He has always been fair depending on who it is and loyal to who in charge. His faith is strong and his determination makes him a dangerous warrior. As he tries to be nice to most his eyes show more than he says and sometimes it not what a cat wants to see.
History: When younger Blazepath was known as Sparks to a group of rouges as they took him in when he was barely old enough to be by himself. They taught him ways of hunting and protecting but after a large flood washed away all the rouges Sparks found his way to Silenceclan. At first they didn’t see him as a threat for only being nine moons old but still kept him as a hostage. After many moons proving his loyalty they let him free to be a clan member. Doubt he will ever be truly loyal for he misses his rouge family this was his home now.
RP Example: It had been one of the hottest new leaf Blazepath had ever bared but small puddles still filled the divots in the ground from the rain from last night. Staring at the water, his reflection came back with another cat. The cat a dark mottled brown tom, small but had wisdom in his deep amber eyes.
“Timber?” Blazepath whispered softly hoping no other cat was near, ”It’s me Blaze – I mean Sparks. You remember don’t you?”
The water faded the reflections as a shadow drifted over it. Why couldn’t he talk to his brother one last time or maybe Rags Blazepath thought as he hit his paw against the water making droplets hit his fur. This place was his home but why did he feel so homesick.
He laid near the puddle hoping that another cat would show but nothing happen. The smell of cats filled him nose; dusk patrol. Blazepath got up shaking off bits of debris. He started to run off when he had the urge to look once more at the puddle and there laid faces of his past or maybe it were just his imagination. Sighing he ran back to camp hoping the patrol didn’t smell him.
