Post by Frost on Jun 29, 2009 9:54:38 GMT -8
Name: Crimson (Crimsonsilence)
Moons: About 48
Pelt: Dark gray tabby, medium-long length
Eyes: Extremely vibrant orange, almost red.
Gender: Tomcat
Scars: Not too many visable scars, his ears have been torn a bit and he has a crooked hind paw.
Size: Medium, very muscular.
Other: He likes to swim every so often, and isn't afraid of much. Except the dark.
History: Crimson was always a rogue, life as a kittypet just never suited him too well. After being by himself for four years, he had decided to join the clans. He's desperate to prove himself a strong and reliable clan member and would love to have more power... but he's not willing to spill blood over it. About 9 or 10 moons ago, he lost his mate to a coyote and has since given up on any sort of companionship.
Personality: Independent, strong-willed, a little self absorbed, somewhat of a lone wolf, sarcastic... but has a huge heart even though he mostly keeps his feeling to himself.
Picture:
RPing Example: (This is from the old conforums site)
The sun beat down on the dark tabby tom. His stomach gnawed at him letting out audible growls, he couldn't remember his last meal. Lifting his nose, he scented the air tasting it for any trace of prey. Instead of picking up scents of prey, he inhaled a flowery smell of lilacs, memory came rushing back to him like restrained water finally being released. He sneezed, then thinking aloud to himself, said "Oh.. Crimson.. how could you let her go away.. if you just went with her maybe the wild dog would have never got her.. why'd you let her go, Crimson... why?" Grief for his lost mate was ever so potent still, every scent he picked up reminded Crimson of his lost mate...
Moons: About 48
Pelt: Dark gray tabby, medium-long length
Eyes: Extremely vibrant orange, almost red.
Gender: Tomcat
Scars: Not too many visable scars, his ears have been torn a bit and he has a crooked hind paw.
Size: Medium, very muscular.
Other: He likes to swim every so often, and isn't afraid of much. Except the dark.
History: Crimson was always a rogue, life as a kittypet just never suited him too well. After being by himself for four years, he had decided to join the clans. He's desperate to prove himself a strong and reliable clan member and would love to have more power... but he's not willing to spill blood over it. About 9 or 10 moons ago, he lost his mate to a coyote and has since given up on any sort of companionship.
Personality: Independent, strong-willed, a little self absorbed, somewhat of a lone wolf, sarcastic... but has a huge heart even though he mostly keeps his feeling to himself.
Picture:
RPing Example: (This is from the old conforums site)
The sun beat down on the dark tabby tom. His stomach gnawed at him letting out audible growls, he couldn't remember his last meal. Lifting his nose, he scented the air tasting it for any trace of prey. Instead of picking up scents of prey, he inhaled a flowery smell of lilacs, memory came rushing back to him like restrained water finally being released. He sneezed, then thinking aloud to himself, said "Oh.. Crimson.. how could you let her go away.. if you just went with her maybe the wild dog would have never got her.. why'd you let her go, Crimson... why?" Grief for his lost mate was ever so potent still, every scent he picked up reminded Crimson of his lost mate...