Post by Goldenpelt on Apr 28, 2009 17:46:53 GMT -5
Name: Goldenpelt
Age: 32 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: EmberClan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Golden tom with spots identical to a leopard's, and deep brown eyes. White on inside of ears, and light brown belly.
Personality: Stubbornly loyal, kind, gentle, caring, good fighter, respects others, and brave.
Mate: Spottedpelt (I'll make her later...)
Post Story: Goldenpelt pushed through the bushes at the edge of Emberclan territory, along the MoonClan border. He spotted a cat on the EmberClan side, a black warrior. She was crouched in the grass, staring hungrily at a mouse eating some seeds a foxlength away.
"May I ask what you're doing here?" Goldenpelt approached the she-cat confidently, trying to keep the curiosity out of his voice.
The cat looked at him with frightened amber eyes, which quickly turned to rage. She leaped into the golden warrior with such force she bowled him over onto his back and she raked his belly with strong back paws. He quickly threw her off and scrambled to his paws, his busy tail bigger than ever.
Suddenly Goldenpelt remembered who she was: this was Blackear, a newly made MoonClan warrior. What Blackear was doing here, Starclan only knew.
Blackear launched herself at him once more, but Goldenpelt dodged the flying mass of black fur and turned around. The MoonClan warrior was coming back at him, but the leaopard like tom threw himself at her and raked her flank with his front claws. Blackear bit into his hind leg and both cats yowled in pain from the other's attacks. Goldenpelt pinned the warrior on her side and fiercly bit her ear, then released her. Yowling loudly, she ran over the rock bridge and out of sight on the MoonClan moorland.
Goldenpelt stood panting next to the stream. Why had a MoonClan warrior been hunting on Emberclan's territory? He checked his wounds, mainly scratches on the belly and the bite on the leg. Not too bad, he thought, and he started back towards camp.
Age: 32 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: EmberClan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Golden tom with spots identical to a leopard's, and deep brown eyes. White on inside of ears, and light brown belly.
Personality: Stubbornly loyal, kind, gentle, caring, good fighter, respects others, and brave.
Mate: Spottedpelt (I'll make her later...)
Post Story: Goldenpelt pushed through the bushes at the edge of Emberclan territory, along the MoonClan border. He spotted a cat on the EmberClan side, a black warrior. She was crouched in the grass, staring hungrily at a mouse eating some seeds a foxlength away.
"May I ask what you're doing here?" Goldenpelt approached the she-cat confidently, trying to keep the curiosity out of his voice.
The cat looked at him with frightened amber eyes, which quickly turned to rage. She leaped into the golden warrior with such force she bowled him over onto his back and she raked his belly with strong back paws. He quickly threw her off and scrambled to his paws, his busy tail bigger than ever.
Suddenly Goldenpelt remembered who she was: this was Blackear, a newly made MoonClan warrior. What Blackear was doing here, Starclan only knew.
Blackear launched herself at him once more, but Goldenpelt dodged the flying mass of black fur and turned around. The MoonClan warrior was coming back at him, but the leaopard like tom threw himself at her and raked her flank with his front claws. Blackear bit into his hind leg and both cats yowled in pain from the other's attacks. Goldenpelt pinned the warrior on her side and fiercly bit her ear, then released her. Yowling loudly, she ran over the rock bridge and out of sight on the MoonClan moorland.
Goldenpelt stood panting next to the stream. Why had a MoonClan warrior been hunting on Emberclan's territory? He checked his wounds, mainly scratches on the belly and the bite on the leg. Not too bad, he thought, and he started back towards camp.
