Character Name: Jafar
Gender: Male
Clan{if any}: Skull
Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Skull
Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): Completely covered in a chocolate brown, faded green eyes
Personality: Nice, but obeys all commands, no matter what. Cannot be persuaded easily
History(Not needed):
Jafar padded in with a vole that he would give to the Dirts. It was on orders, but the brown tom was okay with visiting the Den, even though he didn't come here very often. Only because this place was full of jerks, and greedy little pigs. The toms were rude most of the time, and the Dirts were only scared out of their minds, shriveling up in dark corners to hide from them.
He walked in, the prey in his mouth. Walking over to the largest group of cats, he ended up at the gathering containing Soul, Trap, Mafia, Occatio, and Cyprex. The Havana brown took a seat by Cyprex, and dropped the shrew on the ground.
“Hey, guys? I have some food for the Dirts.” He meowed, feeling awkward.
[ Yeah, but I've been on RP sites for two years. :3 ]
Jafar nodded slowly, understanding what the other tom had said. But his words made him laugh a little, because the Havana Brown instantly flashed his eyes over at Occatio. He certainly looked like a creeper, or at least some horny weirdo. The Skull smiled in amusement before looking back over at the two feminine; Mafia and Soul. Oh, poor Soul, she was obviously the victim here. Eh, she looked pretty. But was all of that worth of stupid actions? Apparently.
“Eh, okay.”
[br][size=5]Rowanclaw[/size]
[size=4] of RiverClan
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[br]Pelt: black and white
Eyes: grey
[br]I am a long furred tom with a mischievous gleam in my eyes and forward-folded ears. I can be really rude and put my foot in my mouth a lot, but I am loyal to the Warrior Code to the very end.
[br]I was attacked by a fox once, but escaped.
[br][size=5]Indigoflash[/size]
[size=4] of WindClan
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[br]Pelt: red tabby with white
Eyes: vivid blue
[br]I am a long pelted she-cat with deep, thoughtful eyes and backward-curling ears. I tend to get in trouble a lot, but I honour and respect my elders, always.
[br]My father was killed by a cat from ShadowClan.
[justify]Indigoflash lied in the camp, licking her orange fur down smoothly. She looked at the trees at the camp entrance, watching them blow in the wind. The warrior purred, feeling the air whip through her pelt. The she-cat smiled, finding today and beautiful day.[/justify]
Indigoflash walked in with a squirrel in her mouth. She paused, looking at them with wide vivid blue eyes.
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She blushed, embarrassed. She had obviously interrupted something. Indigoflash laid the squirrel on the ground calmly, staring at the tom with her sparkling blue eyes.
“Hi, I'm I-Indigoflash ..”
Indigoflash smiled softly, her bright eyes wandering over to the she-cat.
“Hi.”
She looked back over at the tom, her smile fading a bit. She knew that he didn't want her here, but she couldn't help but want to stay for some odd reason ..
“It's a pleasure to meet you, Ashwood.”
Inrique, a muscular tom, slid silently in the shadows. He crept up behind Echo, covered in mud to hide his scent. Within a millisecond, he swiped a large paw at her face, his sharp claws unsheathed.
A large muscular brown tom lurked in the shadows, his eyes narrowed at the she-cat. Females were not beautiful, and this one was none different from any other. Inrique dashed forward, swiping his sharp claws at her face within a split second.
Inrique narrowed his cornflower eyes, pulling his hind legs towards his torso. And, with great force, he tried to kick her stomach.
Once she let go, he jumped up and lunged for her throat. Enrique's paws outstretched, decorated with dangerous claws.
He smirked,
“Because, idiotic trespassers aren't allowed here.”
Enrique lunged for her throat, his jaws open wide to clamp on flesh.
Enrique remained silent, only to growl darkly. He pounced with great speed, attempting to pin her down with unsheathed claws.
He side-stepped to the right, and rolled his eyes. Enrique dashed up a tree, leaping silently on the branches, searching for an opportunity to attack.
He narrowed his eyes, irritated.
“Cats like you, are not permitted here. You, Ugly, are now a Dirt of Skull.”
Enrique said in his deep, musty voice. The tom was in no mood with flirty she-cats, especially this one whom acted like a demented fool.
[ I guess so .. ]
Bump! :3
Also, the "Free Warriors Roleplay » Family and Kits Clan" is full of them. So, yeah ..
“Skull is the group that owns this land, in which you are trespassing on.”
He growled, wondering; “How thick can you get?” to the she-cat.
