Post by Coldfire on Jun 7, 2007 19:57:17 GMT -5
Other Accounts:Ravenwing
Character: Coldfire
Gender: Male
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Coldfire has short white fur, which is not quite short-haired, but more of a medium-length. The muscles underneath his pelt ripple as he moves. His legs are very powerful, and if he had to scale a tree, he'd be as natural as a squirrel. Around the top of his face is a reddish-orange color, just like fire; His ears are also that color. His eyes are a bright green, that shine and glitter in the moonlight. Coldfire's tail is also the fiery color, and is very bushy. His nose is soft, velvety and a light pink. His claws are well trimmed, and his fangs are white and very sharp, like a dagger.
Personality: Coldfire is a mysterious cat. He usually only talks to someone if they start the conversation. Although; if he hears something he shows interest in, he will join in on the conversation. He is very edgy, and hides a lot to himself, not liking to show emotion or his feelings. It takes a lot for Coldfire to speak his mind, unless he has been offended. He will defend himself, and his Clan with his life. He doesn't put up with cats saying stuff about him behind his back. Although Coldfire is alone a lot, he does get very lonely, and wishes for company. Coldfire enjoys the rain, the cold of it doesn't bother him for some reason. The one thing he cannot stand, is when someone takes the last piece of fresh-kill and does not bring any back. It aggravates him, and considers it lazy.
History: Coldfire's mother and father were both in Shadowclan. Coldfire got his looks from his mother, who was admired, and fawned over among the toms. He got his father's attitude; brooding and dark. His mother and father were respected in the clan, and their clan mates looked forward to their coming kit. Right after the kit came, they decided on his name instantly. Coldkit, for his fur was white, and reminded them of the cold, and they asked the leader's permission for it to be Coldfire when he became a warrior. There was a big battle soon afterwords, and somehow, both his mother and father were killed. The clan grieved for them, and Coldkit grew up in the protection of the Clan
IC: Coldfire glanced around the camp, but there was no one out and about. Maybe it was because of the cold rain hammering the ground around them. But Coldfire didn't feel the cold penetrate through his fur. His mind was on other things, nothing in particular-just wondering aimlessly. He decided on eating some fresh-kill, for it tasted delicious wet and fresh! Finding a mouse, he clamped his fangs into it, tasting the delicious juices flowing down his throat. Just then, the rain got heavier, and lightening crackled around him, making the air lighter, and he could see the tree's outline. Coldfire shrugged, and headed towards the warrior's den, shaking his fur off. He might be weird, but he wasn't insane.
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Character: Coldfire
Gender: Male
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Coldfire has short white fur, which is not quite short-haired, but more of a medium-length. The muscles underneath his pelt ripple as he moves. His legs are very powerful, and if he had to scale a tree, he'd be as natural as a squirrel. Around the top of his face is a reddish-orange color, just like fire; His ears are also that color. His eyes are a bright green, that shine and glitter in the moonlight. Coldfire's tail is also the fiery color, and is very bushy. His nose is soft, velvety and a light pink. His claws are well trimmed, and his fangs are white and very sharp, like a dagger.
Personality: Coldfire is a mysterious cat. He usually only talks to someone if they start the conversation. Although; if he hears something he shows interest in, he will join in on the conversation. He is very edgy, and hides a lot to himself, not liking to show emotion or his feelings. It takes a lot for Coldfire to speak his mind, unless he has been offended. He will defend himself, and his Clan with his life. He doesn't put up with cats saying stuff about him behind his back. Although Coldfire is alone a lot, he does get very lonely, and wishes for company. Coldfire enjoys the rain, the cold of it doesn't bother him for some reason. The one thing he cannot stand, is when someone takes the last piece of fresh-kill and does not bring any back. It aggravates him, and considers it lazy.
History: Coldfire's mother and father were both in Shadowclan. Coldfire got his looks from his mother, who was admired, and fawned over among the toms. He got his father's attitude; brooding and dark. His mother and father were respected in the clan, and their clan mates looked forward to their coming kit. Right after the kit came, they decided on his name instantly. Coldkit, for his fur was white, and reminded them of the cold, and they asked the leader's permission for it to be Coldfire when he became a warrior. There was a big battle soon afterwords, and somehow, both his mother and father were killed. The clan grieved for them, and Coldkit grew up in the protection of the Clan
IC: Coldfire glanced around the camp, but there was no one out and about. Maybe it was because of the cold rain hammering the ground around them. But Coldfire didn't feel the cold penetrate through his fur. His mind was on other things, nothing in particular-just wondering aimlessly. He decided on eating some fresh-kill, for it tasted delicious wet and fresh! Finding a mouse, he clamped his fangs into it, tasting the delicious juices flowing down his throat. Just then, the rain got heavier, and lightening crackled around him, making the air lighter, and he could see the tree's outline. Coldfire shrugged, and headed towards the warrior's den, shaking his fur off. He might be weird, but he wasn't insane.
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