Post by Shooter on Oct 19, 2006 18:16:16 GMT -5
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Description: Muscled white cat, a far better sprinter than distance-runner. He can kick up to higher speeds within seconds, and uses his speed for power when colliding with his opponent. Black paws, and tail-tip; blue eyes.
Personality: Sensitive and caring toward all living things, including enemy cats. This trait makes others doubt his loyalty to AirClan, (and perhaps make them wonder if he would have made a better medicine cat) but when when worst comes to worst, his claws are out and slashing. He is fiercely loyal to his clan, and would die before he let any of them get hurt. Shooter has strong morals and codes of his own, but always puts the warrior code first no matter what. One of his personal rules is: Should there ever be a fight, always try to break it up before fighting yourself. Despite his hard code, however, he never tries to impress his rules upon any other cats.
Stuff You Might Want to Know About Me: No idea why I have this section, but I thought I should add a few things. One, I have several alts, just so you know:
Berkheart, dead in SF ; Pitch, TT in SF; Roven, loner ; Sessizstep, SC in SF
So. Yeah. Two, I have been claimed as Grave's dog. No idea why, I just was. XD I'm a goofball oocly, 'cause I just am. Homework kills me, and I'll tell you if I'm gonna be off for more than two or three days.
OH! One more thing, you other staffish peeps: DON'T MOVE MEH! It gets under my skin. And I'm not nice when something gets under my skin. Plus, I'll get revenge. You won't know when, you won't know where, and you won't know what I'll do, but I will get revenge, so just don't do it. If you want me to move, just ask. I will 99.9% of the time move without argument, whether you're staff or not, 'cause I'm nice like that
Kay, Finally got an RP Example!
The white tom smiled after the setting sun, dying the clouds a fiery red. His own fur had taken on a scarlet hue. Black ears swiveled on his head toward the entrance to the camp, listening for his clanmates. He heard pawsteps approaching, and opened his mouth to catch their scent.... The scent of a loner cat flooded his senses, spinning Shooterstar around to stare the cat in the eyes. “Can I help you?” he asked briskly, not a hair on his neck bristling. Sapphire eyes narrowed slightly with a spark of apprehension, wondering how the loner had gotten this close to camp without being spotted.
The loner flicked a tan ear, twitched a brown tail; “I’m just passing through.” Hazel eyes challenged, “Is that a problem?”
Shooter lifted his head, a motion that said, “Now, no need to get hasty!” But instead he asked, “What is your name, rogue?” The tom’s body was stock-still and tense, just waiting for the loner to do something…unexpected. His blue eyes suddenly caught sight of the odd angle in the she-cat’s forepaw. “Are you injured?” instantly, he was no longer thinking of the cat as an adversary, but as a victim.
The concern in the clanner’s voice acted as a signal; the loner sprang, the seeming injury in her paw gone, attempting to tear at Shooter’s flank.
But the white tom was ready. He leapt out of the way swiftly, a hair’s-breadth away from extended claws. Instantly his own claws were out, slashing furiously at the rogue’s face. Hissing, the dark-furred cat turned tail and ran, leaving Shooterstar with bloody claws bathed in a bloody sunset.
xShooter:
AKA- Shooterstar
AirClan Leader
~Staff~
[/glow]AKA- Shooterstar
AirClan Leader
~Staff~
Description: Muscled white cat, a far better sprinter than distance-runner. He can kick up to higher speeds within seconds, and uses his speed for power when colliding with his opponent. Black paws, and tail-tip; blue eyes.
Personality: Sensitive and caring toward all living things, including enemy cats. This trait makes others doubt his loyalty to AirClan, (and perhaps make them wonder if he would have made a better medicine cat) but when when worst comes to worst, his claws are out and slashing. He is fiercely loyal to his clan, and would die before he let any of them get hurt. Shooter has strong morals and codes of his own, but always puts the warrior code first no matter what. One of his personal rules is: Should there ever be a fight, always try to break it up before fighting yourself. Despite his hard code, however, he never tries to impress his rules upon any other cats.
Stuff You Might Want to Know About Me: No idea why I have this section, but I thought I should add a few things. One, I have several alts, just so you know:
Berkheart, dead in SF ; Pitch, TT in SF; Roven, loner ; Sessizstep, SC in SF
So. Yeah. Two, I have been claimed as Grave's dog. No idea why, I just was. XD I'm a goofball oocly, 'cause I just am. Homework kills me, and I'll tell you if I'm gonna be off for more than two or three days.
OH! One more thing, you other staffish peeps: DON'T MOVE MEH! It gets under my skin. And I'm not nice when something gets under my skin. Plus, I'll get revenge. You won't know when, you won't know where, and you won't know what I'll do, but I will get revenge, so just don't do it. If you want me to move, just ask. I will 99.9% of the time move without argument, whether you're staff or not, 'cause I'm nice like that
Kay, Finally got an RP Example!
The white tom smiled after the setting sun, dying the clouds a fiery red. His own fur had taken on a scarlet hue. Black ears swiveled on his head toward the entrance to the camp, listening for his clanmates. He heard pawsteps approaching, and opened his mouth to catch their scent.... The scent of a loner cat flooded his senses, spinning Shooterstar around to stare the cat in the eyes. “Can I help you?” he asked briskly, not a hair on his neck bristling. Sapphire eyes narrowed slightly with a spark of apprehension, wondering how the loner had gotten this close to camp without being spotted.
The loner flicked a tan ear, twitched a brown tail; “I’m just passing through.” Hazel eyes challenged, “Is that a problem?”
Shooter lifted his head, a motion that said, “Now, no need to get hasty!” But instead he asked, “What is your name, rogue?” The tom’s body was stock-still and tense, just waiting for the loner to do something…unexpected. His blue eyes suddenly caught sight of the odd angle in the she-cat’s forepaw. “Are you injured?” instantly, he was no longer thinking of the cat as an adversary, but as a victim.
The concern in the clanner’s voice acted as a signal; the loner sprang, the seeming injury in her paw gone, attempting to tear at Shooter’s flank.
But the white tom was ready. He leapt out of the way swiftly, a hair’s-breadth away from extended claws. Instantly his own claws were out, slashing furiously at the rogue’s face. Hissing, the dark-furred cat turned tail and ran, leaving Shooterstar with bloody claws bathed in a bloody sunset.