Post by ..::Mist::.. on Dec 27, 2007 11:11:22 GMT -5
My name is: Falling[Snow]
I have lived for: 10 moons
I am and always shall be a: tom
I am a loyal part of: Aurora’s Faithful
I have been granted the rank of: apprentice
One line of me: White tom with blue eyes and tufted ears.
What I act like: I am often thought of as a strange cat. I seldom ‘get my feathers ruffled’ about trifles, and sometimes even about things that perhaps should get me going. I am not one to get angry easily, not one to be extremely curious, and not one to rush into things. I like to take my time and think it over well before doing anything. Some call me lazy but really, how can they? I’m willing enough to work, I’m just slower at it than most. I don’t see the use of hurrying nor exerting myself for no reason, shouldn’t that be called sensible instead of lazy? Anyways, if I catch a cat on the territory of my clan, which I haven’t by the way, I would probably be more likely to talk to them instead of chasing them off, not that I invite anyone to stay. I like to try and talk them into leaving before attacking, for what really is the use of fighting if you can just talk your way out of something?
I do what I must, though I don’t like to do a lot of work and I only take orders from those over me. I can be rather stubborn, yes I admit to that, and some call me slow-witted. As I said before, I don’t like to rush, so I guess it does seem like I’m not the brightest bulb in the box, but I really do just as much thinking, if not more, than the others. I am fiercely loyal, though you may doubt it after hearing about me, but I would give my life for the good of my clan. I would never run away from a battle either for once I get fighting I deal out hits generously, though even while fighting I’m not the fastest moving cat around.
How I look: I am pure white, there isn’t a speck of any other color on me. My fur is a little fluffy, but not very fluffy mind you. It is like kitten fluff, though it is starting to smooth out into an nice smooth coat. My belly, chest, and tail fur is already starting to change from being fluffy to being silky, and the rest of my coat is sure to follow. I have tufts of fur on the tips of my ears, and as I get older cats say that it’ll get longer. Really, it can be annoying at times with those tufts up there.
I am short, yes, short and stocky are the two words that would describe me best. I am heavily built, which is probably the reason I don’t move as well as or as quickly as many other cats. My legs are thick, as are my wide paws. My patience and muscles allow me to cover a pretty good distance despite my stockiness, for I’ll choose a speed and stick to it until I reach my goal.
My eyes are blue, or so I’ve been told. I haven’t really looked very closely at them for I have better things to do than admire myself in puddles of water. My claws are all white and my nose is pink.
My hearing, though it is there, is not the best. I can easily hear noises, but I sometimes have trouble making out exactly what they are saying. No one knows of this disability of mine, except for my dead mother, and she isn’t likely to tell anyone.
My unique story: I was born in Aurora’s Faithful, to two faithful cats. Mercy and Pride were my parents’ names, and though they described them well, my father’s pride was the healthy kind. I had no siblings, and though once or twice I wish I had had some, most of the time I was glad enough to be on my own.
When I was made into an apprentice I was very glad. My mother ended up being my mentor and she taught me well. She had known of my disability since my birth and so she had asked to be my mentor so that she could help me cope with my disability. I was moving along quite well, when an attack by rogues left my mother mortally wounded. She later died and I heart broken. I had loved my mother more than anything I could think of, and now she was gone. I hope to be appointed a new mentor soon so that I can continue my training.
Those I know and knew:
Mercy[mother]{dead}
Pride[father]{alive}
I have lived for: 10 moons
I am and always shall be a: tom
I am a loyal part of: Aurora’s Faithful
I have been granted the rank of: apprentice
One line of me: White tom with blue eyes and tufted ears.
What I act like: I am often thought of as a strange cat. I seldom ‘get my feathers ruffled’ about trifles, and sometimes even about things that perhaps should get me going. I am not one to get angry easily, not one to be extremely curious, and not one to rush into things. I like to take my time and think it over well before doing anything. Some call me lazy but really, how can they? I’m willing enough to work, I’m just slower at it than most. I don’t see the use of hurrying nor exerting myself for no reason, shouldn’t that be called sensible instead of lazy? Anyways, if I catch a cat on the territory of my clan, which I haven’t by the way, I would probably be more likely to talk to them instead of chasing them off, not that I invite anyone to stay. I like to try and talk them into leaving before attacking, for what really is the use of fighting if you can just talk your way out of something?
I do what I must, though I don’t like to do a lot of work and I only take orders from those over me. I can be rather stubborn, yes I admit to that, and some call me slow-witted. As I said before, I don’t like to rush, so I guess it does seem like I’m not the brightest bulb in the box, but I really do just as much thinking, if not more, than the others. I am fiercely loyal, though you may doubt it after hearing about me, but I would give my life for the good of my clan. I would never run away from a battle either for once I get fighting I deal out hits generously, though even while fighting I’m not the fastest moving cat around.
How I look: I am pure white, there isn’t a speck of any other color on me. My fur is a little fluffy, but not very fluffy mind you. It is like kitten fluff, though it is starting to smooth out into an nice smooth coat. My belly, chest, and tail fur is already starting to change from being fluffy to being silky, and the rest of my coat is sure to follow. I have tufts of fur on the tips of my ears, and as I get older cats say that it’ll get longer. Really, it can be annoying at times with those tufts up there.
I am short, yes, short and stocky are the two words that would describe me best. I am heavily built, which is probably the reason I don’t move as well as or as quickly as many other cats. My legs are thick, as are my wide paws. My patience and muscles allow me to cover a pretty good distance despite my stockiness, for I’ll choose a speed and stick to it until I reach my goal.
My eyes are blue, or so I’ve been told. I haven’t really looked very closely at them for I have better things to do than admire myself in puddles of water. My claws are all white and my nose is pink.
My hearing, though it is there, is not the best. I can easily hear noises, but I sometimes have trouble making out exactly what they are saying. No one knows of this disability of mine, except for my dead mother, and she isn’t likely to tell anyone.
My unique story: I was born in Aurora’s Faithful, to two faithful cats. Mercy and Pride were my parents’ names, and though they described them well, my father’s pride was the healthy kind. I had no siblings, and though once or twice I wish I had had some, most of the time I was glad enough to be on my own.
When I was made into an apprentice I was very glad. My mother ended up being my mentor and she taught me well. She had known of my disability since my birth and so she had asked to be my mentor so that she could help me cope with my disability. I was moving along quite well, when an attack by rogues left my mother mortally wounded. She later died and I heart broken. I had loved my mother more than anything I could think of, and now she was gone. I hope to be appointed a new mentor soon so that I can continue my training.
Those I know and knew:
Mercy[mother]{dead}
Pride[father]{alive}