Post by owlfeather on Sept 16, 2010 19:07:44 GMT -6
this i know
name
Owlfeather
here i call home
clan
IvyClan
this i am
gender
Tom
how long i have been
age
29 Moons
they see my skill
position
Deputy of IvyClan
my words are heard
personality
Owlfeather is a calm natured, well-mannered, and quiet cat. He has a very nice personality, but if he is angered, it is pretty violent. He has good manners, and is a great teacher. He beleives that everything can be learned from, every oppurntunity to broaden your horizon should be nailed. Owlfeather is like the sea, calm and refreshing, yet angered, it can be deadly. He doesn't get angered often, and likes to keep his cool.
my reflection torn
description
Owlfeather is a dark brown tom with black flecks. He has long, strong legs and likes to run the edges of the territory. His eyes are a amber golden color, with flecks of green in them. They can be like the flint from a fire, or the cool leaves of Fall. His fur is quite fluffy, and fluffs up when he is angry. Owlfeather is named for when he was on the verge of becoming a warrior, his mission was to go catch the owl in the old oak tree. He came back with owl feathers all over his body. Goldenstar named him Owlfeather.
those who came before
parents
Mother- Rippleclaw- Deceased[Dead]
Father- Badgerscreech- Deceased[Dead]
they who stand by my side
littermates
Sister- Amberpaw- Deceased[Dead]
this i have seen
history
Owlfeather started as the quietest kit in the nursery, observing his mother and father coming in and out. I might add that his father, Badgerscreech, was a "Mr. Mom". he was in the nursery more than Rippleclaw herself, who was driven by ambition to the day she died. Owlkit was adventurous, and curious. But this time, curiousity killed the parents of the cat.
Owlkit had wandered away from IvyClan, and had been mixed up with some thorns. His mother and father were out to fetch him, and got trapped by Twolegs. Owlkit watched in horror as his parents were captured and taken away. This has driven him not to depression or hate, but rather an ambition to be better, and to show pride for his missing parents.
Owlfeather's sister, Amberpaw, died of greencough soon after the missing parents. She didn't want to fight. Amberpaw gave up, and didn't want to wait for the hope to glimmer off of Owlfeather into her. Owlfeather thinks about this everyday of his life.
these my words
role-play example
Owlfeather stepped into the dark forest, it calling to him. The hunger for the sound of leaves rippling like waves of the shores. The forest was silent. Not a tree moved. Not a leaf stirred. The stillness of it drawing him in unlikely ways. He crouched low and stepped lightly through the brambles, careful not to tread on the crunchy leaves. The scent of leaf mold hung in the air. Fall was definitly here.
The scent hung in the air as he drew himself further and further from the border, breathing in the purity of the scents on the breeze. Owlfeather stiffened for a split second, hearing the rattling of some unknown intruder behind a bush. He sniffed softly and deeply, not recognizing the scent. He narrowed his eyes and stalked towards the bush. He got halfway there and then got an idea. He grabbed a stick lightly between his top and bottom teeth, a light crunch in his ears from the bark. He slung the stick from his jaws and it landed in front of the bush.
A black and white face popped out, sniffling for grubs in the dug up earth underneath the shrub. Owlfeather backed away slowly, taking small pawsteps. A Clan of cats could hardly fight off a badger, yet alone a single cat He thought, heading back towards the border. That was the amazing drawing towards the forest, the hunger. The curiousity. Knowning that something unknown is to be discovered next time. Looking forward to seeing something else..the wonder.
they who controls me
autobiography
-opt out-.
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And kat would, I know her irl XD
