Post by wolfdeath on Jun 22, 2006 7:29:17 GMT -5
Name: Binocor
Age: 45 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: leader
Gang: Secludo
Picture: www.kittykitty.com/cat-breeds/norwegian.jpg
Appearence: Binocor is a big cat with very long fur. His face, lower body, and legs are a dark red brown black colour. Around his neck, his fur grows thinker to make a mane that had a dusty, gray cream hue to it. From the front of his muzzle, streaching down his, then growing into a patch on his chest is a creamy white coloured fur. His eyes are a foresty green, but seem to glow of there own accourd. His paw pads, nose and claws are black. His fur is usually messy, but he is able to retain a regal look.
Personality: Binocor is a single minded cat. There is a problem he knows, a solution to find, and he will find it. He puts his cats before himself and never thinks twice about doing something to help them. He is deeply greived to see war, but when it is necesary, he gives no argument, though he will look for a solution first. He has a simple side, in which he adores kits and wants a litter of his own. Sometimes he will forget his age and play with apprentices and enjoy the life of the young, but it never lasts long. To him, loyalty and honor are very important. To him, if you lack any of these traits, you lack the spirit of true life. On the dark side, if you show evil traits, or ingure his clan on purpose, you are as good as dead.
History: When he was yound, Binocor lived happily as a loner with his mother and sister. As he grew older, Binocor found his mother was growing weaker. He attempted to save her, but she died not long after his 10 moon of life. His eldest sister caught the disease and fell ill. Not long after, she died.
When Binocor was nearly 35 moons, Coren, Binocor's father, found a new mate. Not long after this, Coren died in a fight with other rouges. Coren's mate gave birth to two stillborn males and one female. After this, she died of blood loss.
Seeing the danger in staying, Binocor lead his youngest sister, who was barely old enough to open here eyes, to another part of the city. There, he learned about the gangs and relized that was what he needed. By the age of 40 moons, he had taught himself and hunt. He now has a gang with him and his sister is growing well.
IC: ((From the past, Binocor is Kestral))
Kestral paced back and forth as the cries of Elizebeth reached his ears. She kitting. He sat down, but unable to contain himself, stood up and paced again. A final screech reached his ears and then silence. Kestral stood up and waited. The box was silent. A raindrop brought Kestral into action. He walked around to the open side of the box and stared in at Elizebeth. Her clean white fur was tainted red and she licking a small bundle of fur beside her. Kestral slowly walked into the box. Elizibeth looked up.
"This one is your sister." She mewed softly. He bent down to look at her. Elizibeth ppurred but her eyes grew watery with tears.
"These two are dead." She choked out and Kestral felt his throat close. Elizibeth's sky blue eyes met his green ones. "I'm dying Kestral. You will take your sister." She mewed and then closed her eyes. "Leave now, Kestral." Kestral attempted to object, but saw it would do no good.
"Good bye, Elizibeth." He rasped, his vioce strained by unshead tears. Elizibeth opened one eyes.
"Just call me mother." She mewed.
"Ok. Mother." Kestral picked up the bundle of fur and made his way to somewhere else.
Password: duck couster soup ode
Other: He has a LIVING sister.
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Name: Duskykit
Age: 5 moons
Gender: shecat
Rank: kit
Gang: Secludo
Picture:
www.peninsulacatworks.org/animals/A/Alice_485.jpg
Appearence: Duskykit has semilong fur that is jet black. Her nose, claws, whiskers, and her paw pads are black. Her eyes, in contrast, are a vivid bright blue that seem to go on forever and understand you. She was born the last of her litter, and even though her siblings were stillborn, she was the runt. Her claws, however, make up for her size with there own. Her fur gives of no shine, making he impossible to find in shadows and darkness. She is thin and rather agile, more so that her brother.
Personality: Duskykit is a little of a loner. She is only in the gang because her brother is. She would rather be free of it all. She dreams of hunting and laughs at the idea of digging in trash cans. She often attacks random thangs to practice pouncing and such. She loves to hide from her brother and the others. She gets in trouble alout, so her brother nicknamed her Pesky. she carries this nick name with pride and never fails to prove it.
History:
((kinda the same as the above))
IC:
Duskykit ran around the house and finally found a hiding place. The wardrobe wasn't that big, it was just covered with human junk. She scrabbled up on top of it and fallowed her previous pawprints. She sat behind a larg, green vase and was consumed by shadows. She heard approching paw steps and recunized Binocor's grumbling vioce. Duckykit supressed a truimphant giggle and licked her lips. She had stolen a mouse from her brother and dropped it a while back in the chase. The salty-sweet taste of blood was still fresh in her mouth, causing her to grow hungery. She made herself comfortible and drifted into sleep. They wouldn't look here for a while, she never hid in the same place more than twice.
Password: duck couster soup ode
Other: Ummm.....she had a brother.
Age: 45 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: leader
Gang: Secludo
Picture: www.kittykitty.com/cat-breeds/norwegian.jpg
Appearence: Binocor is a big cat with very long fur. His face, lower body, and legs are a dark red brown black colour. Around his neck, his fur grows thinker to make a mane that had a dusty, gray cream hue to it. From the front of his muzzle, streaching down his, then growing into a patch on his chest is a creamy white coloured fur. His eyes are a foresty green, but seem to glow of there own accourd. His paw pads, nose and claws are black. His fur is usually messy, but he is able to retain a regal look.
Personality: Binocor is a single minded cat. There is a problem he knows, a solution to find, and he will find it. He puts his cats before himself and never thinks twice about doing something to help them. He is deeply greived to see war, but when it is necesary, he gives no argument, though he will look for a solution first. He has a simple side, in which he adores kits and wants a litter of his own. Sometimes he will forget his age and play with apprentices and enjoy the life of the young, but it never lasts long. To him, loyalty and honor are very important. To him, if you lack any of these traits, you lack the spirit of true life. On the dark side, if you show evil traits, or ingure his clan on purpose, you are as good as dead.
History: When he was yound, Binocor lived happily as a loner with his mother and sister. As he grew older, Binocor found his mother was growing weaker. He attempted to save her, but she died not long after his 10 moon of life. His eldest sister caught the disease and fell ill. Not long after, she died.
When Binocor was nearly 35 moons, Coren, Binocor's father, found a new mate. Not long after this, Coren died in a fight with other rouges. Coren's mate gave birth to two stillborn males and one female. After this, she died of blood loss.
Seeing the danger in staying, Binocor lead his youngest sister, who was barely old enough to open here eyes, to another part of the city. There, he learned about the gangs and relized that was what he needed. By the age of 40 moons, he had taught himself and hunt. He now has a gang with him and his sister is growing well.
IC: ((From the past, Binocor is Kestral))
Kestral paced back and forth as the cries of Elizebeth reached his ears. She kitting. He sat down, but unable to contain himself, stood up and paced again. A final screech reached his ears and then silence. Kestral stood up and waited. The box was silent. A raindrop brought Kestral into action. He walked around to the open side of the box and stared in at Elizebeth. Her clean white fur was tainted red and she licking a small bundle of fur beside her. Kestral slowly walked into the box. Elizibeth looked up.
"This one is your sister." She mewed softly. He bent down to look at her. Elizibeth ppurred but her eyes grew watery with tears.
"These two are dead." She choked out and Kestral felt his throat close. Elizibeth's sky blue eyes met his green ones. "I'm dying Kestral. You will take your sister." She mewed and then closed her eyes. "Leave now, Kestral." Kestral attempted to object, but saw it would do no good.
"Good bye, Elizibeth." He rasped, his vioce strained by unshead tears. Elizibeth opened one eyes.
"Just call me mother." She mewed.
"Ok. Mother." Kestral picked up the bundle of fur and made his way to somewhere else.
Password: duck couster soup ode
Other: He has a LIVING sister.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Name: Duskykit
Age: 5 moons
Gender: shecat
Rank: kit
Gang: Secludo
Picture:
www.peninsulacatworks.org/animals/A/Alice_485.jpg
Appearence: Duskykit has semilong fur that is jet black. Her nose, claws, whiskers, and her paw pads are black. Her eyes, in contrast, are a vivid bright blue that seem to go on forever and understand you. She was born the last of her litter, and even though her siblings were stillborn, she was the runt. Her claws, however, make up for her size with there own. Her fur gives of no shine, making he impossible to find in shadows and darkness. She is thin and rather agile, more so that her brother.
Personality: Duskykit is a little of a loner. She is only in the gang because her brother is. She would rather be free of it all. She dreams of hunting and laughs at the idea of digging in trash cans. She often attacks random thangs to practice pouncing and such. She loves to hide from her brother and the others. She gets in trouble alout, so her brother nicknamed her Pesky. she carries this nick name with pride and never fails to prove it.
History:
((kinda the same as the above))
IC:
Duskykit ran around the house and finally found a hiding place. The wardrobe wasn't that big, it was just covered with human junk. She scrabbled up on top of it and fallowed her previous pawprints. She sat behind a larg, green vase and was consumed by shadows. She heard approching paw steps and recunized Binocor's grumbling vioce. Duckykit supressed a truimphant giggle and licked her lips. She had stolen a mouse from her brother and dropped it a while back in the chase. The salty-sweet taste of blood was still fresh in her mouth, causing her to grow hungery. She made herself comfortible and drifted into sleep. They wouldn't look here for a while, she never hid in the same place more than twice.
Password: duck couster soup ode
Other: Ummm.....she had a brother.
