Post by harekin on Oct 28, 2016 18:21:47 GMT -6
-Name-
Milkdapple
-Gender-
Male
-Age-
28 moons
-Alliance-
ShadowClan
-Rank-
Warrior
-Looks-
Milkdapple has soft white patches of fur that traces right side and only lightly covers his left flank. His dominant fur color is a deep dark grey and ashy gray tabby fur. His eyes are piercing forest green, sharp and clear in sight. Pads warn black from many moons of pacing, on his front paw pads, there are scars from a battle with some thistle. His body is muscular and toned.
-Personality-
Milk can appear very brooding, coming off as unfriendly. He tends to be very independent, spending much of his time alone or one on one to patrol or hunt. Holding clumsy tendencies, he may find himself in sticky situations without meaning to. Although, with age and experience he has gained an edge on this. Relaxing is not something he does. He does find himself worrying a lot, even to the point that he does not sleep much. The lack of sleep can really leave him snappy, and moody to any minor annoyance.
-Likes-
He enjoys very simple things, like sleeping or being alone. His favorite time of the day is right after nightfall. He can appreciate those who work hard and put in a lot of effort to help out. He does like kits and likes the idea of new little ones in camp.
-Dislikes-
He hates keeping himself up at night with worries. Though he enjoys kits in camp, he does not fancy the idea of training an apprentice. Limitations and expectations make him irritated, especially if he cannot meet them for someone. Hates the colder months, he may wake up at dawn and find himself in a bad attitude.
-Special Skills-
Milkdapple can sprint rather fast. He uses this to chase threats and prey. it is equally useful to him. However, this has also been a disadvantage for him when in battle or when he is restless.
-History-
Milkdapple is a fairly average cat in Shadowclan. When he was a kit, not long before training, he caught himself in thistle while play hunting. Milk's paws were cut up and there are remaining scars from this incident. This pushed back training as an apprentice about half a moon. When in training he was able to prove himself and become a warrior properly in the clan. He spends a lot of time alone and quietly remaining around camp. A lot is on his mind, typical.
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-Roleplay Sample-
Miserable. Just miserable. It had rained earlier in the morning before the light broke through the trees. Fog settles on the soft ground. Leaf-bare had already begun to show its nasty cold affects early in the days. Milkdapple sat on top a dry pile of brush under the cover of a fallen trunk of a tree. ears twitching with the rolling thunder in the distance from the earlier rain. He noticed his chest fur had risen and began to smooth it down with his paw. He closed his eyes and smelled the air, many scents mixed in the air, nearby scent of the ThunderClan border.
Snap, Snap.
He could smell the mud and the fresh rain. Close to his spot, there was a crow perched in a tree, or above him somewhere. He could smell the scents of his clanmates, his heart calming, thinking of those at camp. The still sleeping queens and elders, the early rising apprentices just beginning to shuffle and wake to the new day.
Snap!
When he opened his eyes, he yawned and shook some dew droplets from his pelt. Having decided to stay awake through the night and stand watch himself, he felt the cold breeze from the passed storm and grimaced. There was something odd, however. Some unrecognizable scent began to waft into the air and the sound of snapping twigs and crushed leaves got louder and louder. He hadn'd heard of any recent threats nearby the territory. Milk backed up and looked to his flanks. His fur began to rise in fear and defense. He had been too busy dreaming of those back at camp and the rain from the night before that he hadn't noticed who was nearby. Twolegs!
Miserable. Just miserable. It had rained earlier in the morning before the light broke through the trees. Fog settles on the soft ground. Leaf-bare had already begun to show its nasty cold affects early in the days. Milkdapple sat on top a dry pile of brush under the cover of a fallen trunk of a tree. ears twitching with the rolling thunder in the distance from the earlier rain. He noticed his chest fur had risen and began to smooth it down with his paw. He closed his eyes and smelled the air, many scents mixed in the air, nearby scent of the ThunderClan border.
Snap, Snap.
He could smell the mud and the fresh rain. Close to his spot, there was a crow perched in a tree, or above him somewhere. He could smell the scents of his clanmates, his heart calming, thinking of those at camp. The still sleeping queens and elders, the early rising apprentices just beginning to shuffle and wake to the new day.
Snap!
When he opened his eyes, he yawned and shook some dew droplets from his pelt. Having decided to stay awake through the night and stand watch himself, he felt the cold breeze from the passed storm and grimaced. There was something odd, however. Some unrecognizable scent began to waft into the air and the sound of snapping twigs and crushed leaves got louder and louder. He hadn'd heard of any recent threats nearby the territory. Milk backed up and looked to his flanks. His fur began to rise in fear and defense. He had been too busy dreaming of those back at camp and the rain from the night before that he hadn't noticed who was nearby. Twolegs!
