Posts by Butterflyclaw

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    Name~ Gingerpetal
    Rank~ Senior Warrior (If thats not an option, then just warrior please. :)
    Looks~
    Gender~ Female
    Kits~ No kits. ( Wants.)
    Crush~ No crush.
    Mate~ No mate. ( Wants.)
    Kin~ No kin.
    Other~ She is an incredibly sweet she-cat, but has a hot temper. She's fierce in battle, but is the nicest thing with her clanmates. She longs for a family, but believes that she is not as pretty as the other she-cats due to a scar down the side of her face. :)

    1. Horse Name: Brutus
    2. Account name: Butterflyclaw
    3. Gender: Stallion
    4. Looks: [img width=510 height=478]http://gypsyvannermovie.com/wp…/2010/06/HUS0638Large.jpg[/img]
    5. Personality: He is very protective of those he is close to. He is quiet most of the time, but when he does speak he quite witty. He is also a fierce fighter.
    6. Age: 5
    7. Desired Rank: Deputy, or possibly Lead Stallion?
    8. Anything your Charactor is really good at?: Fighting and problem solving.
    9. History, Background, Anything else you would like to state. He doesn't talk about his past.

    Name: Blu
    Gender: Female
    Rank: Mare
    Looks:
    Personality: She is very quiet but when she speaks she proves to be quite funny. She is very kind and caring and will do anything to help out another horse. She can be very shy.
    Offspring: None.
    History: She was always teased for her looks because she grew up in a herd of mostly paints. She does not think she is as pretty as other mares.
    Other: I can't wait to role-play with her! :)

    Character Name: Tabbyfoot


    Gender: Tom


    Clan/Group{if any}: Not yet.


    Rank{if any}: Warrior.


    Appearance: Tabbyfoot is a big, muscular tom with a thin, dark tortie coat. His back right leg is completely orange tabby, thus the name Tabbyfoot. He has deep golden eyes with faint specks of silver dotted through them. He has a small scar on the back of his left ear.


    Personality: Tabbyfoot may look mean, he is actually quite the softie. He loves playing kits, and he's always up for chatting with the elders. He is very kind and caring, and he loves to have fun. He is very protective of those who are close to him, and he will do anything to help another. He does not have much of a temper, but when it comes to fighting, he is a different cat. He is vicious in battle.


    History: Tabbyfoot was born to a mother who had a mate in another clan. She tried to get his father to take him, but he refused. Tabbyfoot grew in his Mother's clan until it was time for him to become an apprentice, but before his ceremony, his father, who did not want any kits, stormed into the other clan's camp, and tried to kill Tabbyfoot. His mother told him to run and never come back. So he did, and he escaped his father's wrath with only a scar along the back of his ear.

    "I just wanted to check to see if there was anything you wanted me to keep a eye out for while I'm out." Tabbyfoot noticed how nice the air was up here. No wonder the leader's den was up here.

    OOC: I can be it. :)




    IC: "Well, I guess we've got a whole hunting patrol today! Applepaw, Dragonflame, Flamefrost, let's get moving!" Tabbyfoot swished his tail and began to make his was down the tree and out into the dark rainforest.

    "C'mon Flamefrost, give her a break. I'm sure you we're as peppy as her when you were an apprentice. I know I was!" Tabbyfoot gave a little laugh. He suddenly stopped and dropped down. He pounced into a bush and emerged with a tropical bird. He buried it under the leaves and looked up at his patrol, "Yum."

    Tabbyfoot looked at Owlsoul and suddenly felt bad about his event. He didn't want to hurt Owlsoul, they were friends! But he knew if he wanted to win, he had to. He stood and walked calmly over to Owlsoul, "Let this be a fair match, and good luck to you!"





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    Tabbyfoot shrugged his broad shoulders, "Ok. Guess we all grew up our own way." He turned to continue his hunt, remembering his troubled past. Yeah, all in our own way... He said to himself. He felt the scar on the back of his ear burning with memory.