Post by nightytehwulf on Apr 24, 2011 22:47:45 GMT -5
NAME// Leopardfall[/blockquote]
AGE// 20 moons
GENDER// Tom
CLAN// Zephyr
DESIRED POSITION// I'd like to try out for deputy with Leopardfall.
SHORT DESCRIPTION// A silvery-white tom with light to dark brown rosettes and deep green eyes.
DESCRIPTION//Leopardfall is a long, thinly framed tom. His small head sports large, widely set ears and big, round eyes to match. Leopardfall, though he seems tall because his tail is half the length of most cats' tail, is actually smaller than many warriors. This is both a weakness and a strength. If he's pinned, he may never get up, but his small size also makes him faster as well. Long legs and small paws make his tail seem even more out of proportion and short, but sharp claws make climbing certain things harder for him.
PERSONALITY//Leopardfall is not quite what you would expect. This silvery white tom is calm and logical with only a few buttons that are hard to push. He is very gentle with the kits and patient with apprentices. Leopardfall can, however, become your worst and wildest enemy as he can jump incredibly high and has a fighting style of dashing back and forth, making a hit and leaping away. Leopardfall is cautious of new cats, but fair and truthful without judging too soon. His opinions usually cover both the good and bad of another cat. Leopardfall is also a bit of a flirt with most she-cats and is known to be a gentleman and a flatterer. He's careful not to court more than one at a time, though, because that would be rude. Leopardfall is also known to stand between a tom and a she-cat when there seems to be trouble. He dislikes any sort of disrespect toward them and, even though he would fight one if he had to, he wouldn't hurt them as badly as he might a tom.
EXPERIENCE//Leapordfall was born to a pair of cats who are believed to be loaners. He had been abandoned at Zephyrclan's door with his brother, Nightpaw, who left when he was older. The two were strong kits from the beginning, but Leopardfall was also a small, thin kit and was apprenticed late because of this. As an apprentice, He and his brother were inseparable. They trained, battled, and ate together. The small tom and his brother split apart only 2 moons after receiving their apprentice names. Nightpaw took the name night and left for the life of a loaner. Leopardfall learned that his mother had come back for the kits when Night had been out hunting. The tom had been asked by his brother to fallow, but had chosen the warrior code over his brother and stayed. At around 9 moons, the silvery leopard-pelted tom brought back 3 birds from a flock that had settled on the edge of the territory for a rest during the winter moons. It had taken on end of 10 minuets to get the third bird after he got the first two, but the wait was worth it because new-leaf had still been a long way off. The tom-cat got his warrior name after surviving, well, a fall from a branch high up when his short claws failed to grasp he bark as the wind gusted up. It was because of the tom's strong legs that he survived with only a broken fore-paw, which was reset and healed well with. He now lives happily, although the cold months sometimes cause him to limp from the old injury. This has never stopped him from hunting or fighting, though, and he lives happily among his clan, even with the occasional pain.
OTHER//Leopardfall smirked, silvery-white fur blending well with the frosted grass in the moonlight. "A night hunt won't hurt." The tom muttered, pausing to lick one of the light brown rosettes on his back. His large, round eyes focused on a small figure moving not far away. A fermiliar scent struck his nose and sent him reeling. "Nightpaw?" No this figure was too small. Was it his kit? The tiny thing fell only a fox length away. "It is a kit!" Leopardfall's fur stood as he darted over to the kit, relieved to see it had fallen of only fatigue. "Stilly, tiny furball." He muttered, picking the kt up gently and hiding it in a bush. "You'll be---UWAH!" He was tackled by something large and at the smaller, leopard-pelted tom faught to get the larger thing off, he relized who it was by the voice.
"Back away from my kit, you filthy clan cat." It hissed angrilly at Leopardfall.
Just what had his brother's name been changed to? Night! That was it. "Night! I-It's Leopardfall! Your brother!" The weight lightened and Leopar jumped up, sighing at his brother. "Your kit collapsed. I was hiding him from any hawks or foxes that might walk by."
The cat, now known to be Night, huffed. "Yea yea. So, you became a warrior, then, runt?" Why the old nick names?
"Yes. I'm glad your kit is okay, but now, I'll have to ask you to take it and leave. This isn't your land." The tom was respectful of his larger brother, but Night didn't belong in the boarders.
"Still loyal to them as usual, i see." Night sighed, picking up the tiny kit that had been hidden before. "Alright. I'll go. There's no telling how many more of you there are out here." And wih that, the tabby-and-gold pelted cat walked away.
"Goodbye, brother." Leopadfall muttered, going back to what he had been doing in the first place, Lone Patrol.
((My posts arent always this long, but I do keep them over 80 words, 60 with a short post.))
