Post by falconpaw on Dec 16, 2006 18:38:52 GMT -5
Name: Falconpaw
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: WindClan
Description: A youthful, tabby tom, Falconpaw does tend to get some glances from the she-cats. Most of his pelt is a varied bracken brown with black stripes along his head, back, and sides. A splash of white covers his chest fur and chin, ending shortly after passing his front paws. His eyes are a mischievous pale green, glinting brighter when he’s about to pull a prank. All four of his small paws are white, the color finishing before reaching his legs. He has an average, if not lean figure, helping him in what he does best- running and climbing.
Picture: i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/puppiespaw/falconpaw.jpg
Personality: You don’t get this kind of tom often. Falconpaw is a complete joker, clan clown, Prank King. And those are just the first few of his nicknames. He’s gained some horrible ones from the old Elders, but who cares about them? That’s right, with as much respect and obedience as a new born kit, he doesn’t seem to get very far. He’s known for holding a smile on his face over half the time, whether it be mischievous-looking or just pleased. Falconpaw enjoys laughing and creating some rough jokes just as much as he does pranking unknowing Elders and Warriors. His weak spot? Besides swimming and basically everything to do with water, he wouldn’t dare do anything to a Queen. That’s just about the only kind of cat he draws the line to; mothers of expected or newborn kits.
History: Falconpaw was born into WindClan with only two siblings- his brother Barkkit and his sister Eaglekit. The three were about as troublesome as three foxes plus a badger, and seemed inseparable. That is, until Both Barkkit and Eaglekit were lost on a exploring expedition a moon after opening their eyes. Falconpaw was sad he missed it and had no idea what happened. However, his mother told him they wanted to go find Starclan. A memory soon forgotten, the small tom believed to have had a normal life after that.
His mother disregarded his tendency to get in trouble, being her only kit from then on. She allowed him to get away with many things, but made sure he stayed within eyesight at all times. His Apprentice ceremony soon came up, and he started to shake off the teachings of respecting older Warriors and keeping inside the view of others. He started getting more and more ideas, and became more and more popular among the younger cats. Some of his most famous tricks have included mouse bile and some other foul-smelling ingredients found and ‘borrowed’ from the Medicine Cat den. However, those only occur once every few full moons, and are a hilarous spectacle if you are able to watch them. Or at least, that’s what some of the lucky kits have said.
IC: A yowl of surprise echoed through the plains as a young tabby crouched low behind a bush, snickering. Right on target, he thought, flicking his tail slightly in triumph. A once clean, white she-cat bristled ahead of him, covered in what smelled awfully like a combination of fox dung and mouse bile. ”Falconpaw!?”[/b] The angered, high pitch shriek rang again over the plains. Ah, I wondered how she knew it was me? Falconpaw joked to himself. Chuckling, he continued with, They’ll hear her for miles! “Falconpaw!” The horrid sound of anguish approached his ears as he noticed the brown and yellow-speckled pelt dashing his way blindly. It looked as if the smell was so bad she couldn’t scent straight. The warrior marched ahead furiously, heading right towards his bush. Excitement flooded through him as he produced his kit-like laugh and raced from his hiding place, out into the open, straight towards camp. His forming muscles showed plainly under his rather handsome, blurred legs as ran faster, faster... He closed his eyes, letting wind buffet his body from all sides. Ah, the joy of running from a hilarious scene! He’ll be in trouble tonight, but right now, he didn’t care. She’ll be smelling up the camp for ages! A smile plastered across his face as he sprinted into camp, stopping only when he reached the Apprentice den. His grin only widened as he heard excited mutterings and mews of annoyance coming from the center of camp, then, once again, his name. “Falconpaw! Get out here now, you mouse-brained fool!” The tom smiled mischievously. Perfect.
Password: Secrets
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: WindClan
Description: A youthful, tabby tom, Falconpaw does tend to get some glances from the she-cats. Most of his pelt is a varied bracken brown with black stripes along his head, back, and sides. A splash of white covers his chest fur and chin, ending shortly after passing his front paws. His eyes are a mischievous pale green, glinting brighter when he’s about to pull a prank. All four of his small paws are white, the color finishing before reaching his legs. He has an average, if not lean figure, helping him in what he does best- running and climbing.
Picture: i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/puppiespaw/falconpaw.jpg
Personality: You don’t get this kind of tom often. Falconpaw is a complete joker, clan clown, Prank King. And those are just the first few of his nicknames. He’s gained some horrible ones from the old Elders, but who cares about them? That’s right, with as much respect and obedience as a new born kit, he doesn’t seem to get very far. He’s known for holding a smile on his face over half the time, whether it be mischievous-looking or just pleased. Falconpaw enjoys laughing and creating some rough jokes just as much as he does pranking unknowing Elders and Warriors. His weak spot? Besides swimming and basically everything to do with water, he wouldn’t dare do anything to a Queen. That’s just about the only kind of cat he draws the line to; mothers of expected or newborn kits.
History: Falconpaw was born into WindClan with only two siblings- his brother Barkkit and his sister Eaglekit. The three were about as troublesome as three foxes plus a badger, and seemed inseparable. That is, until Both Barkkit and Eaglekit were lost on a exploring expedition a moon after opening their eyes. Falconpaw was sad he missed it and had no idea what happened. However, his mother told him they wanted to go find Starclan. A memory soon forgotten, the small tom believed to have had a normal life after that.
His mother disregarded his tendency to get in trouble, being her only kit from then on. She allowed him to get away with many things, but made sure he stayed within eyesight at all times. His Apprentice ceremony soon came up, and he started to shake off the teachings of respecting older Warriors and keeping inside the view of others. He started getting more and more ideas, and became more and more popular among the younger cats. Some of his most famous tricks have included mouse bile and some other foul-smelling ingredients found and ‘borrowed’ from the Medicine Cat den. However, those only occur once every few full moons, and are a hilarous spectacle if you are able to watch them. Or at least, that’s what some of the lucky kits have said.
IC: A yowl of surprise echoed through the plains as a young tabby crouched low behind a bush, snickering. Right on target, he thought, flicking his tail slightly in triumph. A once clean, white she-cat bristled ahead of him, covered in what smelled awfully like a combination of fox dung and mouse bile. ”Falconpaw!?”[/b] The angered, high pitch shriek rang again over the plains. Ah, I wondered how she knew it was me? Falconpaw joked to himself. Chuckling, he continued with, They’ll hear her for miles! “Falconpaw!” The horrid sound of anguish approached his ears as he noticed the brown and yellow-speckled pelt dashing his way blindly. It looked as if the smell was so bad she couldn’t scent straight. The warrior marched ahead furiously, heading right towards his bush. Excitement flooded through him as he produced his kit-like laugh and raced from his hiding place, out into the open, straight towards camp. His forming muscles showed plainly under his rather handsome, blurred legs as ran faster, faster... He closed his eyes, letting wind buffet his body from all sides. Ah, the joy of running from a hilarious scene! He’ll be in trouble tonight, but right now, he didn’t care. She’ll be smelling up the camp for ages! A smile plastered across his face as he sprinted into camp, stopping only when he reached the Apprentice den. His grin only widened as he heard excited mutterings and mews of annoyance coming from the center of camp, then, once again, his name. “Falconpaw! Get out here now, you mouse-brained fool!” The tom smiled mischievously. Perfect.
Password: Secrets
