Post by Grayfeather on Apr 25, 2009 17:32:45 GMT -5
Name: Grayfeather
Age: 52 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LeafClan
Clan Position: Deputy
Appearance: A large gray tom with black stripes and soft gray eyes.
Personality: Kind and wise, but fierce in battle, Grayfeather would do anything for his clan, even in his old age.
Mate: None
Story: Grayfeather walked through the forest, his ears pricked for trouble. RainClan had been especially prickly at the last Gathering, and they hadn't heard much trouble from the rogues lately.
He reached the clearing beside the thunderpath, and walked up to the black, sticky trail. There were no monsters in sight. He dashed over to the other side. He landed in the swamp, but he ran over to the abandoned twoleg nest, where the ground was hard. He heard a stick crack and thought it was just a piece of prey. Then a heavy weight landed on his back and he squirmed around to look at his attacker. It was Ice, the rogue. The white rogue dug his claws into Grayfeather's sides, and Grayfeather let out a yowl. Quickly, he twisted so Ice was trapped and squashed underneath him. He bit the rogue's hind leg and he let out a squel of pain, as Ice ran away, Grayfeather bit down on his tail, hard. He let out another screech and ran behind the twoleg nest back to his territory. Grayfeather wisped around and started to head back to camp to tell the patrols to keep a sharp eye out for any rogues.
Age: 52 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LeafClan
Clan Position: Deputy
Appearance: A large gray tom with black stripes and soft gray eyes.
Personality: Kind and wise, but fierce in battle, Grayfeather would do anything for his clan, even in his old age.
Mate: None
Story: Grayfeather walked through the forest, his ears pricked for trouble. RainClan had been especially prickly at the last Gathering, and they hadn't heard much trouble from the rogues lately.
He reached the clearing beside the thunderpath, and walked up to the black, sticky trail. There were no monsters in sight. He dashed over to the other side. He landed in the swamp, but he ran over to the abandoned twoleg nest, where the ground was hard. He heard a stick crack and thought it was just a piece of prey. Then a heavy weight landed on his back and he squirmed around to look at his attacker. It was Ice, the rogue. The white rogue dug his claws into Grayfeather's sides, and Grayfeather let out a yowl. Quickly, he twisted so Ice was trapped and squashed underneath him. He bit the rogue's hind leg and he let out a squel of pain, as Ice ran away, Grayfeather bit down on his tail, hard. He let out another screech and ran behind the twoleg nest back to his territory. Grayfeather wisped around and started to head back to camp to tell the patrols to keep a sharp eye out for any rogues.
