Post by swiftpool on Jan 3, 2010 10:43:52 GMT -5
S I M P L I C I T I E S
name;; Miroku{Mur•oh•koo}[/b
family;; Half-brother(unknown to him)[/b
age;; 20 moons[/b
gender;; male[/b
clan;; loner[/b
rank;; loner
W H A T . T H E Y . S E E
fur color;; Short, soft, dusty fur that ends with a black, silky underbelly. His paws and ears are black. He has very pale tabby stripes, that you can't see unless you look very closely.
eye color;; A golden brown that sparkles amber when the sun hits it. If you look closely enough, you can see a few specks of a yellow-amber circling the pupil.
size and build;; A tad bit small for his age, with broad shoulders and powerful hind legs.
the rest;; Tuft, black ears and large, black paws. A v shape scar in his left ear, a few other scars.
T H E . A C T I O N S
personality;; Very laid back, like water on pebbles. But he can easily be manipulated, like a river can change course. And just a slow moving river can suddenly become a raging torrent, Miroku can fly into a rage strong enough to leave scars on beech bark. He can swim, but prefers dry land. Miroku can be a little paranoid at times.
likes;; grooming his fur
friendly walks
canyon view
dislikes;; being told he's short
fighting
knots and tangles in his fu
strengths;; running
jumping
hunting
weaknesses;; easily manipulated
spends too much time on fur
quick to anger
P A S T . A N D . P R E S E N T
history;; His father and mother where both loners, but his father left when Miroku was born. His mother named him after his father. For about six moons, Miroku and his mother lived a happy life. But when Miroku was six and half moons, something in his mother snapped. Maybe the reality of her mate leaving finally hit her. So she leaped from a high plateau, right in front of Miroku. For four moons, he wandered alone, depressed. One day, he met an old cat. They talked for a bit, and the old cat told him he had to move on. The cat revealed himself as his father, and then left. Miroku searched for him, but never saw him again. Miroku did as his father told him to do, and moved on. After all, that's what had killed his mother right? When the clans arrived, he was a little wary. But he calmed down when they set down their border[/color]
rp example;; Sunlight glittered through the trees, making the dew sparkle on the grass. A tiny brown mouse sat on the ground, nibbling on a beechnut. It was unaware of the shadow behind it, growing larger and larger as it slowly crept up on the woodland creature. Blue eyes looked like chips of ice against the orange tabby fur of the tom-cat. Then, without a sound, the tabby leaped. The kill was silent but deadly, and the tom turned around, showing off his catch proudly.
After missing two doves and squirrel, Flamepelt had finally caught some prey. He wasn't a very good hunter, but then again, he also hated bloodshed of any kind. He looked at two smaller cats, a pale brown tabby she-cat with lighter blue eyes, and a black tom with yellow-amber eyes. Flamepelt waited for a reaction from the two apprentices, Hazelpaw and Pantherpaw, before continuing the hunt beneath the large beechnut tree.
other;; No not really
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