Post by comrade on Apr 6, 2017 9:39:17 GMT -5
Username: Comrade
Name: Cootface
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Personality: Cootface is an attractive tom, and is well aware of the fact. He enjoys flaunting his beauty, and spends an excessive amount of time dramatically grooming himself. He’s polite to the mollies, and is an honest-to-goodness gentle-cat. Though he may appear so, Cootface isn’t overly arrogant. He is prideful of his beauty, but knows that he has his flaws, even if he won’t admit it right away. He enjoys listening to poetry, and occasionally composing his own, but prefers simple wordplay, to the annoyance of his clanmates.
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Detailed Appearance: Solid black tom except for a spot of white on his chest, and two white toes on his back left foot. He has green eyes.
History: The only son of Crowstream and Stormclaw, Cootface grew up as a rather pampered kit, but has humbled slightly since their deaths/becoming elders (if anyone wants to adopt them).
Roleplay Sample: Lizardfang stretched her aching limbs, then stood up. She was getting too old for dawn patrols, but she wouldn’t complain. The sun always felt best early in the morning, and the dew soothed her roughened pads. A sharp call from one of her clanmates- probably Sparrowfang- startled her out of her half-asleep state, and she quickly smoothed her pale, striped fur before walking calmly out of the warriors’ den. The older molly sighed happily as the rising sun warmed her pelt and the dew clung to her long fur. Sparrowfang was looking impatient, and when Lizardfang made eye-contact with him, both huffed with annoyance.
“You see Snailstripe in there?” Sparrowfang asked, as if it were Lizardfang’s fault the other warrior hadn’t come out with her. Lizardfang shook her head. “Either he’s still asleep, or he’s starting to take even more after his namesake,” she answered, twitching her whiskers with amusement. “Maybe you should go get him,” she added, treasuring the warrior’s shocked and disgusted expression. “StarClan, no!” Sparrowfang hissed. “As much as I’d like him out here, that cat’s grouchy as a badger if someone wakes him up!”
Other: Cootface collects the shells of small insects, especially if they’re patterned. His favorites are ladybugs, because of their spotting.
Number of Cats: one
Name: Cootface
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Personality: Cootface is an attractive tom, and is well aware of the fact. He enjoys flaunting his beauty, and spends an excessive amount of time dramatically grooming himself. He’s polite to the mollies, and is an honest-to-goodness gentle-cat. Though he may appear so, Cootface isn’t overly arrogant. He is prideful of his beauty, but knows that he has his flaws, even if he won’t admit it right away. He enjoys listening to poetry, and occasionally composing his own, but prefers simple wordplay, to the annoyance of his clanmates.
Picture(Optional):
Detailed Appearance: Solid black tom except for a spot of white on his chest, and two white toes on his back left foot. He has green eyes.
History: The only son of Crowstream and Stormclaw, Cootface grew up as a rather pampered kit, but has humbled slightly since their deaths/becoming elders (if anyone wants to adopt them).
Roleplay Sample: Lizardfang stretched her aching limbs, then stood up. She was getting too old for dawn patrols, but she wouldn’t complain. The sun always felt best early in the morning, and the dew soothed her roughened pads. A sharp call from one of her clanmates- probably Sparrowfang- startled her out of her half-asleep state, and she quickly smoothed her pale, striped fur before walking calmly out of the warriors’ den. The older molly sighed happily as the rising sun warmed her pelt and the dew clung to her long fur. Sparrowfang was looking impatient, and when Lizardfang made eye-contact with him, both huffed with annoyance.
“You see Snailstripe in there?” Sparrowfang asked, as if it were Lizardfang’s fault the other warrior hadn’t come out with her. Lizardfang shook her head. “Either he’s still asleep, or he’s starting to take even more after his namesake,” she answered, twitching her whiskers with amusement. “Maybe you should go get him,” she added, treasuring the warrior’s shocked and disgusted expression. “StarClan, no!” Sparrowfang hissed. “As much as I’d like him out here, that cat’s grouchy as a badger if someone wakes him up!”
Other: Cootface collects the shells of small insects, especially if they’re patterned. His favorites are ladybugs, because of their spotting.
Number of Cats: one
