Posts by Warriorcatsforever122497

Username: Warriorcatsforever122497

Name: Soul that Aches a Thousand Heartbeats

Age: 27 moons

Rank: Resident (or any HP, if chosen)

Gender: Male

Appearance: [img width=510 height=382]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7Y3…s1600/Ferret++picture.jpg[/img]

Personality: Depressed, Cunning, Conceited, Following, Willing, Confused, Clever, Inappropriate, Easily Distracted, Friendly, Protective, Artistic, Fast Learner, Dramatic, Deep Thinker

Other: LOVE YOU KIBA

Corseweed

38 moons

Male

Tribe of Le Ark

Peasant

Soft pad steps sound off in the moist underground of Paris, France. A white bellied feline greets you and you can see his friendly gaze out of his amber frost eyes. He invites you to go on a nice hunt with him and you may now notice that, on his back, the fur goes from a midnight blue color to a lighter shade at the tip of his tail. You can see now from his cleam and almost full white, distinct from others because of it's van pattern of full, that this cat knows how to keep up in a downfall of location. A single and deadly looking scar stretched from his hind quarters to his right ear.

"Can I help you?" is something the peasant knows how to say. Fairly extroverted and very helpful describe what most cats would see of him. Before you judge him like this, get to know him. His personality is a tad bit darker than thought. Sarcastic laughs often orginate from the mouth of this one warrior. "Vive la révolution!" is a catch phrase he likes to use. He means any changes made in the Tribe should be long and pleasant.
Hunting for mice, begging for scraps, annoying the local upwalkers.
Getting stuff thrown at him, the catacombs, loud noises
Hiding, learning, playing dead
Boastful, naïve, she cat crazy, cowards in bad situations, bad climbing skills

Born and raise in the vary tribe, Corseweed knows the best places to find scraps, where to find the best moss, which upwalkers are friendly, which ones will butcher you. At the mere age of 7 moons he watched his friend and crush butchered and skinned by one of those dastardly twolegs. The apprenticeship was fulfilled easily as quick as learner he is. With a close call on the road above head one moon, he jumps to the slightest sound that he dosn't know about. As a peasant he keeps his old ways up and wishes for a mate and/ or am apprentice.

Coreseweed padded out of his warm nest into the chilled air of the darkened tunnel he had slept in that night. Nothing was out of the ordinary and the sweet scent of dew was even able to be smelled from down here. He squeaked and yelped as a motor vehicle passed above his ears. Getting into the sunlight and beautiful morning in Paris. He wanted nothing more but to run. Althougth, this tom had plans to worry about . He could hear the sound of birds flicking in the distance.

A warrior had now brought Larkkit back in the den for burns. His little scrappy body was dwarfed even by the apprentices. "I want my mommy!" he cried as he felt pain. He was missing fur in spots and burned and blistered skin was apparent.

Kernneedle looked over by the grass Wishingwell slid out of. The General looked well, obviously not anymore obvious to the fact of Kernneedle's heartbreak. "What are you..? What are you doing here? No body needs me. No body wants me. By any means, you should just let me do it already." he told him. He felt his heart thud in his chest. He almost jumped back, taken aback by a close passing monster. His brown fur ruffled up in fear. He shuffled his paws a bit on the black pavement. The cold, solid rock hit harshly in on his pads. He was breathing heavily now.