Post by .:Smokeyy:. on Dec 25, 2010 17:15:35 GMT -5
Name:
Smokeheart
Age:
21 moons
Alliance:
Leafclan
Rank:
Warrior
Gender:
Tom
Description:
Smokeheart is a lean, light grey tom. All along his face and pelt are distinctive darker grey markings, giving him the look of being a faded tabby. His eyes are a pale greenish yellow color.
Personality:
Well, one could call Smokeheart's personality, 'colorful,' while others would likely peg him as dull. Smokeheart is one of those fellows that takes a really collected cat to deal with him.
While others are off to battle, Smokeheart would be the one to crack a joke about the dire situation. With a certain light to his step, he seems to allow the whole world to simply roll off the curve of his back. With his certain outlook on life, it is almost as if that if you're not having fun, then you're not doing it right.
Along with his cool-headed and sly act of life, he as been known to be much of a 'smooth-talker' and has quite an act for slipping out of the most awkward or difficult situation by merely talking his slippery way out. Mind you, when he does finally decide to pay attention or do what he's asked of, he can prove to be a skilled hunter. Fighting, on the other-hand is not one of his stronger skills, and he is most often left in camp to guard, rather than put on the front lines of the battle.
History:
As a kit, he grew up as any other cat might. He was born into a litter of four, with him being second last to come into this world. He had two older brothers, and a younger sister. His brothers would often tease him and call him a 'Mommy's boy,' because he hated leaving her side.
His father on the other hand, didn't play much of a part in his life. No, he didn't die fighting in a large battle to protect his life, nor did he abandon his mother, (In-fact, he really truly did love his mate and kits) but he was so caught up in his duties, he spent little time with them.
This didn't faze Smokeheart though. He had all he needed in his mother and siblings.
During his apprenticeship, he would often be chastised for slacking off or not being on time to training. This frustrated his mentor to no end and would constantly ask Starclan why they were burdened with such an 'ungrateful kit'.
Eventually, he managed to struggle past his apprenticeship and lead into his Warrior duties. He would often spend his time in the gatherings trying to catch the attention of She-cats from other clans.
This, proved never to work.
He assumed they just didn't see a good tom when he sat right in front of their faces.
This leads up to where he is today, being his sly self, trying to get out of doing work and trying to catch the eye of anyone who can stand to be around him.
Other:
He loves the kits of the clan. He's always had a soft-spots for their tiny little paws and ears. :3
Smokeheart
Age:
21 moons
Alliance:
Leafclan
Rank:
Warrior
Gender:
Tom
Description:
Smokeheart is a lean, light grey tom. All along his face and pelt are distinctive darker grey markings, giving him the look of being a faded tabby. His eyes are a pale greenish yellow color.
Personality:
Well, one could call Smokeheart's personality, 'colorful,' while others would likely peg him as dull. Smokeheart is one of those fellows that takes a really collected cat to deal with him.
While others are off to battle, Smokeheart would be the one to crack a joke about the dire situation. With a certain light to his step, he seems to allow the whole world to simply roll off the curve of his back. With his certain outlook on life, it is almost as if that if you're not having fun, then you're not doing it right.
Along with his cool-headed and sly act of life, he as been known to be much of a 'smooth-talker' and has quite an act for slipping out of the most awkward or difficult situation by merely talking his slippery way out. Mind you, when he does finally decide to pay attention or do what he's asked of, he can prove to be a skilled hunter. Fighting, on the other-hand is not one of his stronger skills, and he is most often left in camp to guard, rather than put on the front lines of the battle.
History:
As a kit, he grew up as any other cat might. He was born into a litter of four, with him being second last to come into this world. He had two older brothers, and a younger sister. His brothers would often tease him and call him a 'Mommy's boy,' because he hated leaving her side.
His father on the other hand, didn't play much of a part in his life. No, he didn't die fighting in a large battle to protect his life, nor did he abandon his mother, (In-fact, he really truly did love his mate and kits) but he was so caught up in his duties, he spent little time with them.
This didn't faze Smokeheart though. He had all he needed in his mother and siblings.
During his apprenticeship, he would often be chastised for slacking off or not being on time to training. This frustrated his mentor to no end and would constantly ask Starclan why they were burdened with such an 'ungrateful kit'.
Eventually, he managed to struggle past his apprenticeship and lead into his Warrior duties. He would often spend his time in the gatherings trying to catch the attention of She-cats from other clans.
This, proved never to work.
He assumed they just didn't see a good tom when he sat right in front of their faces.
This leads up to where he is today, being his sly self, trying to get out of doing work and trying to catch the eye of anyone who can stand to be around him.
Other:
He loves the kits of the clan. He's always had a soft-spots for their tiny little paws and ears. :3
