Post by loveymymavi on Feb 28, 2017 20:57:03 GMT -5
Username: loveymymavi
Name: Ryestorm
Age: 29 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Personality: Ryestorm is a very spontaneous tom. His personality and emotions can change in a matter of seconds, making his entire existence a huge wild card. On good days he is thoughtful and humorous, smiling at the most simplest things. Other days, he can be silent and shaded, a mere shadow in the clan. The young male feels a slew of unjustified emotions that he struggles to keep in check. His unstable ways mess up his relationships sometimes, so his esteem isn’t the greatest. Ryestorm also struggles with trust and honesty. He doesn’t fully trust anyone and with that comes his tendency to hide the truth. He’s also forgetful and overly sarcastic, which doesn’t help.
Despite all his negative characteristics, he is very protective and loving. He tries his hardest to be kind to everyone and often feels he’s really understanding despite his lack of emotions from time to time. The warrior can become attached to a certain feline and will do almost anything for them. He’s loyal to his friends and his clan and will never break promises.
Appearance:
History: During his moons as an apprentice, he had an emotionally abusive mentor who he was attached to. He also had a mate who left him abruptly and turned into a rogue cat.
Roleplay sample: "Auburnstorm nodded back, walking towards the grave. He could see in the apprentice's movements that she was tired. And she had every right to be, seeing she had dug a large amount. The warrior bent down and began to dig rapidly. He wouldn't say anything, but he was already a bit tired from carrying the body. He shrugged his fatigue away and continued to dig.
The male's brownish pelt was coated in blood from the fatal wounds of Fallowface. He hated it, not only because of the sharp smell of copper, but the way it felt oozing down his side. He grimaced. Bile rose in his throat once more before he shut his eyes and calmed himself. Unsheathing his claws, he dug harder. The sooner the better."
Other: Terrified to drown
Number of cats: Two my dude
Name: Ryestorm
Age: 29 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Personality: Ryestorm is a very spontaneous tom. His personality and emotions can change in a matter of seconds, making his entire existence a huge wild card. On good days he is thoughtful and humorous, smiling at the most simplest things. Other days, he can be silent and shaded, a mere shadow in the clan. The young male feels a slew of unjustified emotions that he struggles to keep in check. His unstable ways mess up his relationships sometimes, so his esteem isn’t the greatest. Ryestorm also struggles with trust and honesty. He doesn’t fully trust anyone and with that comes his tendency to hide the truth. He’s also forgetful and overly sarcastic, which doesn’t help.
Despite all his negative characteristics, he is very protective and loving. He tries his hardest to be kind to everyone and often feels he’s really understanding despite his lack of emotions from time to time. The warrior can become attached to a certain feline and will do almost anything for them. He’s loyal to his friends and his clan and will never break promises.
Appearance:
History: During his moons as an apprentice, he had an emotionally abusive mentor who he was attached to. He also had a mate who left him abruptly and turned into a rogue cat.
Roleplay sample: "Auburnstorm nodded back, walking towards the grave. He could see in the apprentice's movements that she was tired. And she had every right to be, seeing she had dug a large amount. The warrior bent down and began to dig rapidly. He wouldn't say anything, but he was already a bit tired from carrying the body. He shrugged his fatigue away and continued to dig.
The male's brownish pelt was coated in blood from the fatal wounds of Fallowface. He hated it, not only because of the sharp smell of copper, but the way it felt oozing down his side. He grimaced. Bile rose in his throat once more before he shut his eyes and calmed himself. Unsheathing his claws, he dug harder. The sooner the better."
Other: Terrified to drown
Number of cats: Two my dude
