Post by ✖ Patch ✖ on Nov 15, 2011 14:12:52 GMT -5
b]Name:[/b] lionjaw
Clan: Squallclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 26 moons
Gender: tom
Picture:
Appearance: Lionjaw is a pale orange long hair cat with large amber eyes. He has longer fur around his neck like a lions maine. He has pale stripes within his thick coat. His tail is long and fluffy. He's muscular and by no means a small cat. he is one of the larget cats in the clan.
Personality: Lionjaw is very regal, he beleives he is slightly entitled when it comes to a lot of things. He's strong, stubborn, thick skulled and often impaitent. He doesnt like to be kept waiting and likes to be the center of attention. He's a take charge kind of cat who knows how to get things done and what the next move should be. He is a clppassic male lion in reguards to personality. He likes to be around many females and flirt but has limited paitence for male cats and often quarrles with them.
History:
RP Example: Lionjaw tore hungrily into the rabbit he had caught. A rabbit was a rare find for Squallclan and he had no intention of shareing. It had been moos since he had even had a scrap of his favorite prey. He crunched down on the smaller bones, enjoyign the meaty textures in his mouth. His amber eyes rolled around threatningly to let everyone else know not to come near him. Low growls emitted from within him, which he could not control. They were instincts. he was hungry, he had caught an amazing piece of kill, survival of the fittest. Survival of the strong. The other things hed caught could feed his clanmates. WHy give up the best when you can have it yourself?
Kin: Brother: Foxheart Sister: Wolfmoon
Other:
Clan: Squallclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 26 moons
Gender: tom
Picture:
Appearance: Lionjaw is a pale orange long hair cat with large amber eyes. He has longer fur around his neck like a lions maine. He has pale stripes within his thick coat. His tail is long and fluffy. He's muscular and by no means a small cat. he is one of the larget cats in the clan.
Personality: Lionjaw is very regal, he beleives he is slightly entitled when it comes to a lot of things. He's strong, stubborn, thick skulled and often impaitent. He doesnt like to be kept waiting and likes to be the center of attention. He's a take charge kind of cat who knows how to get things done and what the next move should be. He is a clppassic male lion in reguards to personality. He likes to be around many females and flirt but has limited paitence for male cats and often quarrles with them.
History:
Origin: His parents were Blackhawk and Lillytiger. Both of Squallclan.
Kit: Foxkit, Wolfkit and Lionkit were born on a dark night of a new moon. Their mother was so proud to see them born into this world. She then died, leaving them alone in the night with their father. She had given birth away from camp and without the medicine cat's help, Blackhawk blamed himself for his love's death. Unfortunatly he also found himself blaming his kits. He named Them each after the animals they looked like. Foxkit for his bushy red pelt, Lionkit for his golden fur, and Wolfkit for her gray pelt. He carried them back to camp one by one. Lionkit was carried second. His father carried her to camo first. They were nursed by a queen who's kits had just became apprentices.
Apprentice: Lionpaw was the rebble among his siblings. He wanted to be in charge and be the dominant apprentice in the den. He was constantly challenging others and making alies to gain power and popularity. He was good at proving himself and with his large size he was an amazing fighter.
Warrior: Lionjaw became a warrior along with Foxheart and Wolfmoon. The three had managed to drive off a badger from their territory when they had been out exploring one morning. The clan praised them all for their loyalty and bravery. Their father was so proud of them. Lionjaw was not very interested in the approvial of his father, his eyes were all on the approval of his leader and making it far in the clan. Just a moon ago her father died of a terrible case of green-cough.
RP Example: Lionjaw tore hungrily into the rabbit he had caught. A rabbit was a rare find for Squallclan and he had no intention of shareing. It had been moos since he had even had a scrap of his favorite prey. He crunched down on the smaller bones, enjoyign the meaty textures in his mouth. His amber eyes rolled around threatningly to let everyone else know not to come near him. Low growls emitted from within him, which he could not control. They were instincts. he was hungry, he had caught an amazing piece of kill, survival of the fittest. Survival of the strong. The other things hed caught could feed his clanmates. WHy give up the best when you can have it yourself?
Kin: Brother: Foxheart Sister: Wolfmoon
Other:
