Post by Gale on Jul 13, 2009 13:59:31 GMT -5
Log-In Name:
Littlemist
IC Current Name/Future Name:
Littlepaw/ Littlemist
Rank:
Apprentice
Gender:
Tom
Age:
6 Moons
Reference/Summarized Description:
www.flickr.com/photos/christinam2/2624347680/in/set-72157609499023591/
Littlepaw- A tiny silver tabby tom with pale yellow eyes.
Detailed Description:
Littlepaw was, well, little, even for a young apprentice. He was thin and lanky, which didn't help his height. The tiny tom was quite obviously the runt of the litter; he barely looked like he had the chance to live past his kithood. His pelt was a stunning array of silver and dark pewter stripes, the grays meshing into one another on his back and sides. His muzzle and the insides of his legs were a bright white. contrasting to the silver-flecked black tabby stripes ending on his tail and the back of his feet. His nose was a dark gray, along with some stripes on his legs and face. His eyes were a pale moon yellow.
Personality:
The tom was quite formidable, despite his miniscule size. He might've been the smallest warrior of the Clan, but he was savage--a kit-sized tom capable of taking down almost anything--what he lacked in size he made for in ferocity and brute strength. It wasn't always easy to see past his innocent face, but he was built like a powerhouse. Around camp, he was wily and witty, throwing around light-mooded insults like nothing. He wasn't the best hunter, but one of the most strategic fighters. He was quick due to his size, and wasn't afraid to get his claws dirty for the right cats. Despite all this, he has an abnormal fear of failure, which pushes him to his hardest, often getting him in situations that get him injured--physically and emotionally. Because of this, Littlemist can sometimes have his "moods," where he gets pushy and timid. Send him out to a fight when he's like that, and he'll fight until he drops. Literally. He's good company, however, and can offer some sentimental advice, with a heaping side of sarcasm.
History:
Born in the Clan.
Roleplay Sample:
Littlepaw padded along the beach, obviously disobeying his mentor's wishes to stay within camp. The pale sand squished between his silver toes, and his pale eyes gazed out at the calm waves that lapped up onto the shore. The tom shivered as one wave rolled over his paws, then shrank back into the ocean. A yowl from the direction of TideClan's camp reached his ears before gettign whipped around by the ever-changing winds. Rolling his eyes, Littlepaw muttered a scarcastic "Frondstripe" before trotting back to camp.
Other Characters:
Check the sig, fo.
Other Info:
Cocobuttstar/Crustyclaw is a ho.
Littlemist
IC Current Name/Future Name:
Littlepaw/ Littlemist
Rank:
Apprentice
Gender:
Tom
Age:
6 Moons
Reference/Summarized Description:
www.flickr.com/photos/christinam2/2624347680/in/set-72157609499023591/
Littlepaw- A tiny silver tabby tom with pale yellow eyes.
Detailed Description:
Littlepaw was, well, little, even for a young apprentice. He was thin and lanky, which didn't help his height. The tiny tom was quite obviously the runt of the litter; he barely looked like he had the chance to live past his kithood. His pelt was a stunning array of silver and dark pewter stripes, the grays meshing into one another on his back and sides. His muzzle and the insides of his legs were a bright white. contrasting to the silver-flecked black tabby stripes ending on his tail and the back of his feet. His nose was a dark gray, along with some stripes on his legs and face. His eyes were a pale moon yellow.
Personality:
The tom was quite formidable, despite his miniscule size. He might've been the smallest warrior of the Clan, but he was savage--a kit-sized tom capable of taking down almost anything--what he lacked in size he made for in ferocity and brute strength. It wasn't always easy to see past his innocent face, but he was built like a powerhouse. Around camp, he was wily and witty, throwing around light-mooded insults like nothing. He wasn't the best hunter, but one of the most strategic fighters. He was quick due to his size, and wasn't afraid to get his claws dirty for the right cats. Despite all this, he has an abnormal fear of failure, which pushes him to his hardest, often getting him in situations that get him injured--physically and emotionally. Because of this, Littlemist can sometimes have his "moods," where he gets pushy and timid. Send him out to a fight when he's like that, and he'll fight until he drops. Literally. He's good company, however, and can offer some sentimental advice, with a heaping side of sarcasm.
History:
Born in the Clan.
Roleplay Sample:
Littlepaw padded along the beach, obviously disobeying his mentor's wishes to stay within camp. The pale sand squished between his silver toes, and his pale eyes gazed out at the calm waves that lapped up onto the shore. The tom shivered as one wave rolled over his paws, then shrank back into the ocean. A yowl from the direction of TideClan's camp reached his ears before gettign whipped around by the ever-changing winds. Rolling his eyes, Littlepaw muttered a scarcastic "Frondstripe" before trotting back to camp.
Other Characters:
Check the sig, fo.
Other Info:
Cocobuttstar/Crustyclaw is a ho.