Post by Frostedwhisker on Jan 7, 2011 21:30:29 GMT -5
Frostedwhisker!
» GENDER: Tom
» AGE: Twenty-four moons
» CLAN: ThunderClan
» RANK: Warrior
» MENTOR/APPRENTICE:
» MATE: None
» KIN:
» PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
What's there to say about this exceedingly large tom?
Well, for starters, the tom weighs an assumed twenty pounds in weight. The tom is very tall, a presumed fourteen inches. He is also quite long, about thirty-five inches in length including his tail. Overall the tom is quite large.
His fur length is very long, have a dense undercoat with a thick outercoat. His underside fur and rear fur are thicker than the rest of his body. His dense fur is water resistant. His ears have thick tufts sticking outside of them. He has large
paws like the typical Maine Coon.
His body colouring is a very beautiful calm brown tabby colour. It covers almost all of his body, flowing from the tip of his nose down towards his tail tip. Among his underside and muzzle is a white colour that attaachs itself under his undercoat as well. It covers up his rear and ends just as it touches his tail. It is faintly just above his nose but not much.
» PERSONALITY:
This Maine Coon tom is a very friendly male. He lives up to the reputation of a gentle giant and is generally as stated before, a very friendly tom. He's caring and would love to be friends with as many cats possible. He enjoys speaking peacefully more than fighting but will use force if needed.
The tom has never really had reason to hurt another cat. He is a tad impatient when someone does not listen to what he is saying and ignored him, it drives him insane.
» HISTORY:
Life was good to Frostedkit. His mother raising him with discipline while his father raised him with love and spoils. His mother, Patchwhisker and father Tornforest were never the kind to snap and yell at each other, which created a bright home for him and his siblings to be raised in. He had two siblings, Freekit and Twisterpaw. Freekit dissapeared at the age of five moons, having wanted to see the world instead of being locked away in camp. Later his brother, Twisterpaw, passed away in battle.
His mother and father later only had one litter after with eachother. Sadly, during the pregnancy Tornforest passed on. Sickness causing his fall. During the kitting, Patchwhisker died and none of the kits survived, leaving Frostedpaw alone.
Later he became Frostedwhisker and life rolled on until he was two years old, and though he wanted kits, the chance never came upon him. Never finding the love he wanted.
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» YOUR ALIAS: Shineheart
» ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: Since January nineteenth
» WHERE YOU FOUND US: BattleRocket
» OTHER CATS: Dreamkit
» ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE: A dark cascade of guilt hung over the depressed black tom. He had betrayed his mate, and forced a ThunderClanner who carried his kits..It was..horrible. The poor girl..He felt so ashamed.
The tom padded alongside the river, regretting everything. Delenaiy. Regretpaw..and the ThunderClanner Forsight... Three she-cats. But, he couldn't help it. His mental stability was not very high, he would eventually come to his senses but it would be to late. Especially the poor ThunderClanner..Not only had a r.aped her to his greatest desire, he'd beaten her, knocked her out and almost killed her. He had then managed to drag her off his land onto ShadowClan. Which, if he was correct, she was still there wandering like a lost puppy.
The tom just sighed. He couldn't take it anymore..it was just bad..that's when he spotted another she-cat..who was this she-cat exactly? Another ThunderClanner about to lose more then virginity. Her life. that's when it sunk in and the tom snook up behind the beautiful, perfectly built, green eyed fawn tabby she-cat. Jumping at her she screeched and tried to swing her head around but felt the tom grip her scruff and then...
After the tom had finished he dismounted her and she freaked, doing a few slips and hissing at him he took a leap at her again, repeated the process and then..he flung his head back, causing serious pain in her neck. Smiling he unsheathed his claws and knocked her out. He then raked his claws across her belly and slowly watched her body twitch and writhe until she was no more then just a soul-less body. Smirking, he dragged the lifeless body towards the river, in an attempt to just dispose of her, but instead he tripped and they both tumbled in.
Opening his eyes wide he felt the pain of water filling his nose and his eyes were blurred. He then was dragged down by his pelt and the lifeless she-cat that was right in front of him, helping the water kill him slowly. Soon, the tom was thrashing and being the idiot he was he opened his mouth to wail. Water clogged his longs and his eyes began to see black spots. He shook his head but his nose,eyes, and ears were water-logged as well as his lungs as they continued to fill up with water.
Slowly..Slowly..You shall die..Slowly..Slowly..hear her cry..
And that was it. He and the she-cat were two life-less bodies at the bottom of the river, the only movement was their fur swaying with the current.
Side-note: Bio made on another site I roleplay on, if you need proof I will PM you the link to the bio and where the Roleplay is from.
» GENDER: Tom
» AGE: Twenty-four moons
» CLAN: ThunderClan
» RANK: Warrior
» MENTOR/APPRENTICE:
» MATE: None
» KIN:
- Tornforest
- Patchwhisker
- Freekit, Twisterpaw [Siblings,deceased]
» PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
What's there to say about this exceedingly large tom?
Well, for starters, the tom weighs an assumed twenty pounds in weight. The tom is very tall, a presumed fourteen inches. He is also quite long, about thirty-five inches in length including his tail. Overall the tom is quite large.
His fur length is very long, have a dense undercoat with a thick outercoat. His underside fur and rear fur are thicker than the rest of his body. His dense fur is water resistant. His ears have thick tufts sticking outside of them. He has large
paws like the typical Maine Coon.
His body colouring is a very beautiful calm brown tabby colour. It covers almost all of his body, flowing from the tip of his nose down towards his tail tip. Among his underside and muzzle is a white colour that attaachs itself under his undercoat as well. It covers up his rear and ends just as it touches his tail. It is faintly just above his nose but not much.
» PERSONALITY:
This Maine Coon tom is a very friendly male. He lives up to the reputation of a gentle giant and is generally as stated before, a very friendly tom. He's caring and would love to be friends with as many cats possible. He enjoys speaking peacefully more than fighting but will use force if needed.
The tom has never really had reason to hurt another cat. He is a tad impatient when someone does not listen to what he is saying and ignored him, it drives him insane.
» HISTORY:
Life was good to Frostedkit. His mother raising him with discipline while his father raised him with love and spoils. His mother, Patchwhisker and father Tornforest were never the kind to snap and yell at each other, which created a bright home for him and his siblings to be raised in. He had two siblings, Freekit and Twisterpaw. Freekit dissapeared at the age of five moons, having wanted to see the world instead of being locked away in camp. Later his brother, Twisterpaw, passed away in battle.
His mother and father later only had one litter after with eachother. Sadly, during the pregnancy Tornforest passed on. Sickness causing his fall. During the kitting, Patchwhisker died and none of the kits survived, leaving Frostedpaw alone.
Later he became Frostedwhisker and life rolled on until he was two years old, and though he wanted kits, the chance never came upon him. Never finding the love he wanted.
_____________________________
» YOUR ALIAS: Shineheart
» ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: Since January nineteenth
» WHERE YOU FOUND US: BattleRocket
» OTHER CATS: Dreamkit
» ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE: A dark cascade of guilt hung over the depressed black tom. He had betrayed his mate, and forced a ThunderClanner who carried his kits..It was..horrible. The poor girl..He felt so ashamed.
The tom padded alongside the river, regretting everything. Delenaiy. Regretpaw..and the ThunderClanner Forsight... Three she-cats. But, he couldn't help it. His mental stability was not very high, he would eventually come to his senses but it would be to late. Especially the poor ThunderClanner..Not only had a r.aped her to his greatest desire, he'd beaten her, knocked her out and almost killed her. He had then managed to drag her off his land onto ShadowClan. Which, if he was correct, she was still there wandering like a lost puppy.
The tom just sighed. He couldn't take it anymore..it was just bad..that's when he spotted another she-cat..who was this she-cat exactly? Another ThunderClanner about to lose more then virginity. Her life. that's when it sunk in and the tom snook up behind the beautiful, perfectly built, green eyed fawn tabby she-cat. Jumping at her she screeched and tried to swing her head around but felt the tom grip her scruff and then...
After the tom had finished he dismounted her and she freaked, doing a few slips and hissing at him he took a leap at her again, repeated the process and then..he flung his head back, causing serious pain in her neck. Smiling he unsheathed his claws and knocked her out. He then raked his claws across her belly and slowly watched her body twitch and writhe until she was no more then just a soul-less body. Smirking, he dragged the lifeless body towards the river, in an attempt to just dispose of her, but instead he tripped and they both tumbled in.
Opening his eyes wide he felt the pain of water filling his nose and his eyes were blurred. He then was dragged down by his pelt and the lifeless she-cat that was right in front of him, helping the water kill him slowly. Soon, the tom was thrashing and being the idiot he was he opened his mouth to wail. Water clogged his longs and his eyes began to see black spots. He shook his head but his nose,eyes, and ears were water-logged as well as his lungs as they continued to fill up with water.
Slowly..Slowly..You shall die..Slowly..Slowly..hear her cry..
And that was it. He and the she-cat were two life-less bodies at the bottom of the river, the only movement was their fur swaying with the current.
Side-note: Bio made on another site I roleplay on, if you need proof I will PM you the link to the bio and where the Roleplay is from.
