Post by Kaitou on Nov 1, 2007 21:04:21 GMT -5
Name: Rumblepurr
Moons: 31
Picture: Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Moons: 31
Picture: Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Rumblepurr is a tom of average height, with a slight but muscular build and calculated, careful gait. His coat is dark brown and tabbied with striped snaking up his legs and crawling across his back. His forepaws are socked to about mid leg in snowy white. His left ear is white-tipped and slightly toen near its middle. He has a handsomely profiled muzzle, with large, dark, green eyes and a jovially crooked smile.Personality:
Rumblepurr is a friendly and easy-going tom with an impeccable sense of humour and at times overly ready laugh. He tends to want to please everyone, even at cost to his own health. Any task given him will be done perfectly if not more so. He is somewhat of a self-critic, rarely satisfied with his own work, despite his excellence. His focus on training and excellence make him a desirable mentor. Despite his being a hard worker he is very playful and sometimes flirtatious, nearly always cracking a joke.History:
Rumblepurr was born the second youngest of a litter of six kit, the younger one of only two toms. After his mother's death he became independent quickly, making friends wherever he went and becoming well-liked among the older cats of the clan. Even during his kithood it was apparent that the tom lusted heavily after excellence. He was a diligent and quick-learning apprentice. The tom loved to laugh, despite his work ethic, and did so often, earning his warrior name, Rumblepurr.Role Playing Example:
A sinewed dark tabby crouched at the ready in a clump of yellowed brush. He rocked in anticipation on his haunches, passing a pastel pink tongue over his chops and scuffing at the soft earth with white-socked paws. The tom was not at all bad-looking, pleasant of muzzle and strong of frame with large, green eyes and a skewed, jovial smile.Codeword: Kaitou
He was distracted for a moment as a beetle scuttled across one forepaw. Shaking it off he returned his emerald gaze to his intended target, his assumingly unwitting brother Addledear.
After several moments of anticipitory rocking, he hunkered down and shot up and forward with surprising agaility. His speed and strength remained unrewarded however as Addledear stepped nimbly aside.
He peered down at his younger brother and smiled, "Good morning, Rumblepurr. Sleep well?"
The dark tabby gave a muffled laugh, nodding, through a mouth full of dirt. Spitting out the loam he continued to laugh, a deep and plesant sound, at length rolling onto his back, unable to suppress his mirth.
Addledear shook his head knowingly as a smile caused his nose to twitch.