Posts by pyro~

Username: pyro~
Name: Pyro
Gender: Male
Age: 11 moons
Rank: Runner
Description{Perferably a pic}: Black male wolf with a white dash down his chest. In certain lights his pelt can seem reddish and his eyes are a piercing orange-yellow. He has a long red gash down his left forepaw.
Personality: Despite his dark appearance he is very kind and friendly, fiercely loyal to his pack, and lithe. He is incredibly fast and strong.
History: Was raised in the pack (can that be true?)
Other: nope
Requests/ideas{?}: maybe they could be threatened by another wolf pack but of course win :)

Name: Jaywing
Gender: tom
Position wanted: Warrior
Appearance: long-haired grey tom with white flecks throughout his body and emerald green eyes
http://www.freewebs.com/katfreak123/dapplestar.jpg
Personality: he is very strong and a great fighter. in battle he can seem fearsome but to his Clan he is kind, selfless, and friendly.
history: was raised in the Clan with his sister, Runningbrook

Name: Runningbrook
Gender: she-cat
Position wanted: Warrior
Appearance: long-haired grey and black she-cat with a white underbelly and pale green eyes
http://forestcatlife.webs.com/Rainpool.jpg
Personality: swift and agile, she if quirky and extremely loyal to her Clan. she wishes she had kits of her own and is very caring.
History: same as Jaywing
:)

Runningbrook walked out through the warrior's den. Hearing Emberstar, she padded towards her.
"I'll join you." She mewed.

Runningbrook padded after her.

Pyro padded silently underneath the looming trees. His jet-black paws were itching for battle... He hadn't seen another cat in almost a moon!

He had to admit he was lonely...

He stopped underneath a charred pine where he made his den. Settling amongst the moss, he gave his jet-black and battle-scarred pelt a quick lick. He was really quite handsome.

Are the leader positions open?

Pyro turned as a new cat with reddish-brown fur was placed beside him. He listened as No-life spoke to her. He was determined that tonight he would make his escape. He turned his head slightly to the she-cat and spoke. His voice was raspy from disuse.

"I plan on escaping tonight." He mewed softly.

He could feel hope rise from the cats surrounding him. He was strong, stronger than most of the other cats piled in cages around him. He had lay here for days, barely moving, until the Twolegs had thought him too weak to inject with needles. From this, he had grown stronger and more alert. A few of the cats surrounding him had noticed what he was doing and copied him. He hoped they too were strong, they would be of help in the escape.

He had noticed that beyond the doorway to this room, there was a hallway with double doors at the end leading outside. He was determined to free the cats of this room and lead them to freedom. He had a plan.

Name: Pyro
Gender: Male
Age: uhh 4 years?
Rank: Beta male
Personality: Fierce, extremely loyal. Kind-hearted to those of his own Pack.
Apperance (Photo's aloud): Jet-black with bright green eyes. He has a scar running down the left side of his face.
Mate/Crush: nobody so far

also, do the beta male and female have to be mates?

Bone had been watching from the sidelines menacingly. He had been eating a piece of crow-food he had found by the side of the Thunderpath, when the Clan cats had appeared below. But he was angry. Spruce, the loner, had been his worst enemy for quite a while though he didn't know and Bone felt cheated by the Clan cats. They had saved his enemy from sure death!

But here he was, watching as the Clan cats dragged Spruce out of the water. Flexing his muscles and unsheathing his claws, Bone knew this was his chance. He must attack Spruce now, while he was weak and practically waiting to be killed. Bone couldn't resist a smile. The three youngsters wouldn't be a problem, he would swat them aside and move in for the kill.

Ripping the last of the mangled and squashed rabbit remains with his needle sharp teeth, he stretched, and bounded down the riverbank towards the cats, adrenaline surging through him at the thought of battle.

As he reached the cats, he unsheathed his long sharp claws and, with a battle cry, launched himself on top of Spruce, knocking an apprentice aside, jaws closing on the loner's exposed neck.

Sweet!
So...
Leader's Name: Pyro
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jet-black tom with ice-blue eyes and a scar down the left side of his pelt.
Personality: Fierce and bold, but extremely loyal to the Guardians and their duty. He may seem stony to outsiders, but to the Guardians and their saved cats he is kind and gentle.
Other: none so far

:)

Jaywing and Runningbrook nodded curtly before rushing out the camp entrance together, pelts bristling.

Runningbrook and Jaywing raced, panting, back into the camp. They trotted over to Emberstar.

"We followed the fox trail right to the boundary. It has left our territory for now." Jaywing gasped.

"There's no telling it won't come back though." Runningbrook added in a growl.

Jaywing padded towards the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a pigeon for him and Runningbrook to share. The pair settled down beside the warrior's den.

OOC: Runningbrook is looking for a mate

Bone kicked out, aiming to throw the apprentice off his back. What a nuisance... He thought to himself.

Runningbrook and Jaypaw, done their meal, stood up and padded towards the camp entrance to go hunting.

Bone felt the apprentice's claws rake his fur but he hadn't struck hard enough to tear his skin. Bone whirled around and aimed to swat the apprentice away with a heavy blow with sheathed claws. He didn't feel like killing apprentices, all he needed was to kill Spruce.

OOC: Oops, sorry

IC: Bone yowled with rage as the apprentices attacked him. He had underestimated their strength.

He dodged the claws that raked at his face just enough so they didn't scratch his eyes. He whirled around as one of the apprentices pushed against his side and snapped his jaws furiously at him. Bone shook his head violently to loosen the teeth biting into his scruff and launched himself into the air, twisting and aiming to dislodge the apprentices.

As he landed he turned once again to the weakedned Spruce and crouched down, preparing to leap onto the loner.

Pyro walked out of his den, stretching, his jet-black pelt gleaming in the sun. He looked around for his mate, Mirriam.
She must be out hunting... he thought to himself. He trotted out the camp entrance, keen on some hunting. Maybe he would catch up with the hunting patrol already out.

Pyro turned to Illyan.

"I have been chewing on a wire in my cage for quite a while." He rasped. "I've managed to detach it from my cage and with it, I plan on unlocking my door and escaping." He murmured firmly, deep green eyes gleaming. He glanced around at the mounds of metal cages.

"You must start chewing yours as well... So we can all be freed" He mewed, loudly so the surrounding cats could hear.

Pyro turned to the newcomer and felt a twinge of sympathy. She was only a kit!

"Did you hear what I said?" He mewed to the kit.