Post by poly on Aug 22, 2007 10:05:08 GMT -5
Name: Gull
Age: 25 Moons
Gender:Tom
Rank:Warrior
Description:
Personality:
History:
Roleplay Sample: A breeze seemed to ruffled the branches of a large, fronded tree. Strange thing was- the air was relatively still, at the moment.
If one squinted, and looked closer, they would notice the true reason for the trembling foliage. A slim-bodied grey and white cat was trapising down a frail limb, as it bent under even his slight weight. Crouched as he was amungst the green, it appeared to most, at certain angles, that he was simply a shadow of the green.
Which is what he wanted as, currently, he was supposed to have been hunting down in the Eastern Side. Having had a rougher night before in his den however: what were others to say if he got a quick bit of hidden slumper, then went off to catch a ' piper or two?
Reaching the end of the branch closest to the tree, he shifted, until his smaller body was easier set into the y-shaped meeting. Once there, his eyes grew into heaviness, and then, eventually, closed altogether as his breathing grew steadier.[/blockquote]
Codeword:Sierra Nevada
Age: 25 Moons
Gender:Tom
Rank:Warrior
Description:
Gull could be described as a scrawny, somewhat femine-looking tom. Definately, he is smaller, and more 'delicately build' compared to more thick-set tom's his age, it is obvious that Gull has been made more for flight and speed and fluidity in battle rather than relying on thick muscle. He has a thin, velvet coat of two different-colored patches. Mostly, he is snowy white (kept snowy due to near, constant upkeep on his own behalf). These are around hisfront, mainly his chest, legs, stomache, neck and muzzle area. Everything else on his body(ears, facial mask, a bit under his chin, tail, back, and sides) is a smokey, solid light grey in color.
His paws are smallish, with greyish-white pads. When unsheated, his claws are obviously the darkest things on him- storm grey. Eyewise, they are rather large, almonde-shaped, slightly outline in black, and a sunny-golden color. His ears are curved slightly at the top, rather than ending in tufts of sharper points. A black nose patterned on the sides with long, white whiskers seem to complete him.
Personality:
Personality-wise, it is easy to recodnise Gull. In private, he's rather a laid-back fellow, who could be considered a bit of a layabout. His 'Oh-life-is-just-life-don't-take-it-too-serious' attitude proceeded to get him into a few sticky spots as a younger cat, and now tends to get on other, more high-strung cat's nerves, but really- maybe they should listen to him. He can be a hard worker though: particularly when hunting anything is involved, or patroling. And throught it, he seems to be an eternal optamist- not much can bring him down a notch.
Gull's best atribute is his longer legs and smallish paws. They don't make for smashing blows in a battle, but he's one of the speedier cats on the island, with a sort of lopish, wheeling grace about him that makes him closer to his sky-bound namesake. He likes to scavenge things from the beach, most of the time bringing them back as trinkets he enjoys decoring his nest with (more of a magpieish trait than a Gull one, but...)Oddly enough, athough he is a rather apt and speed swimmer as well, he does not enjoy it as some of his fellows do. Rather, he has a habit of climbing trees and draping himself over branches, or scaling higher and scrambling squirrel-esque from branch to branch.
History:
Gull was always an island cat. Born to two senior warriors known as Mist and Stone. The middle kit of three (Dock and Tansy, being his two sisters) Gull (originally named Pebble)had a decicively normal and happy childhood, playing with his littermates, and developing his running techniques- as well as harboring a habit of climbing away where his mother couldn't reach him and getting in various amounts of mischief ('enough for twenty kits', as his mom often quoted)
Then, apprenticeship came, and Pebble was given to a sandy-coated she-cat named Seagrass. As he worked through his training, he developed a sort-of crush over her; the type young adolecent males were want to as they grew older. In order to try and 'profess his love' to her, he had attempted to climb a tree much bigger than he was used to in the spring, hoping to try and bring down a blossom for her. This result, however, in his falling out of that tree, knocking himself unconscious, and being put out of action for a good month of his training, while he regain some, well...some sense.
Already a month behind when most of his littermates had gotten their warrior names, when Pebble's turn to dive came, he was ready to prove himself. He did, diving as low and deep as he could, failed, and grabbed the nearest shell he could grab without running out of air- a abalone shell, whitish in color, and slightly damaged in a way that one of it's sides looked the shape of sloping wings.
Due to his still-great love of trees and being close to the sky, tendency for mischief, and the fast that he'd developed a rather recodnisable, brassy voice- he was given the warrior name of Gull, after the birds they sometimes hunted.
Roleplay Sample: A breeze seemed to ruffled the branches of a large, fronded tree. Strange thing was- the air was relatively still, at the moment.
If one squinted, and looked closer, they would notice the true reason for the trembling foliage. A slim-bodied grey and white cat was trapising down a frail limb, as it bent under even his slight weight. Crouched as he was amungst the green, it appeared to most, at certain angles, that he was simply a shadow of the green.
Which is what he wanted as, currently, he was supposed to have been hunting down in the Eastern Side. Having had a rougher night before in his den however: what were others to say if he got a quick bit of hidden slumper, then went off to catch a ' piper or two?
Reaching the end of the branch closest to the tree, he shifted, until his smaller body was easier set into the y-shaped meeting. Once there, his eyes grew into heaviness, and then, eventually, closed altogether as his breathing grew steadier.[/blockquote]
Codeword:Sierra Nevada
