Post by :o: SIMP :o: on Dec 20, 2008 0:07:58 GMT -5
Name: Strikespeed
Age: ummm... I'm not sure how to do it in cheetah terms. Mid-aged?
Group:Dust
Gender:Male
Rank: SHARPCLAW
Appearance:Strikespeed is a rangy, lightly built cheetah. He's particularly small in size with a long tail. The tip of his tail is banded with dark colors, he has small, round ears that are black with small tufts on the ends. He's not golden, like most cheetahs, but a pale, dusty color, almost grey, that fades to white on his belly. He has dark, small spots, and amber eyes that are very fierce. Strikespeed has long claws and long, white teeth. ((this is so pitiful!))
Personality:((oh, no way. Not two hundred words!!!)) Strikespeed is a savage, bad-tempered cheetah. He's hotheaded, charges into things, and is easily set off by small things. He's got a flaming temper and will attack almost immediately with a ferocity that far outgrows his size. However, in a fight he's not provoked in he's very level-headed, with excellent strategy and planning. He's an excellent fighter, in both extreme and calm conditions, and one of the fastest cheetahs in the Clan. If you're kind to him, he'll be kind back-- but if you're mean, he'll make your life pretty much a living hell... ((please don't make me do more!!!!!))
History:((oh, come on! pleeeease...)) Can I please just skip this?
Please??? Strikespeed was the only cub born in the litter, growing up bitter and bad-tempered because of the constant teasing he recieved from cubs his own age. He grew into his lightning reflexes and nursed his injuries, both emotional and physical, in silence. He let the anger out harmlessly on foolish impalas and the like, that dared to cross his path after one of these teasings, but one day a large cheetah named Dappleclaw teased him too far and he attacked with a viciousness that surprised both of them. He killed the other cheetah ((unless there's some sort of warrior code rule against that in which he did not)) and brought respect and shock from the rest of the Clan. They realized quickly that he was far more powerful then he seemed, and they respected that. He was made Sharpclaw for his great fighting skills and fearlessness in battle.
RP example: Awww really? Fine. A post from Rip on FCOTF:
Photo: nope
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((since I'm being a nerdball I'm making an oddly-colored cheetah. Lol. Leaf, you're using the wrong Accepted... you're using Excepted which means a totally different thing
))
Age: ummm... I'm not sure how to do it in cheetah terms. Mid-aged?
Group:Dust
Gender:Male
Rank: SHARPCLAW
Appearance:Strikespeed is a rangy, lightly built cheetah. He's particularly small in size with a long tail. The tip of his tail is banded with dark colors, he has small, round ears that are black with small tufts on the ends. He's not golden, like most cheetahs, but a pale, dusty color, almost grey, that fades to white on his belly. He has dark, small spots, and amber eyes that are very fierce. Strikespeed has long claws and long, white teeth. ((this is so pitiful!))
Personality:((oh, no way. Not two hundred words!!!)) Strikespeed is a savage, bad-tempered cheetah. He's hotheaded, charges into things, and is easily set off by small things. He's got a flaming temper and will attack almost immediately with a ferocity that far outgrows his size. However, in a fight he's not provoked in he's very level-headed, with excellent strategy and planning. He's an excellent fighter, in both extreme and calm conditions, and one of the fastest cheetahs in the Clan. If you're kind to him, he'll be kind back-- but if you're mean, he'll make your life pretty much a living hell... ((please don't make me do more!!!!!))
History:((oh, come on! pleeeease...)) Can I please just skip this?
Please??? Strikespeed was the only cub born in the litter, growing up bitter and bad-tempered because of the constant teasing he recieved from cubs his own age. He grew into his lightning reflexes and nursed his injuries, both emotional and physical, in silence. He let the anger out harmlessly on foolish impalas and the like, that dared to cross his path after one of these teasings, but one day a large cheetah named Dappleclaw teased him too far and he attacked with a viciousness that surprised both of them. He killed the other cheetah ((unless there's some sort of warrior code rule against that in which he did not)) and brought respect and shock from the rest of the Clan. They realized quickly that he was far more powerful then he seemed, and they respected that. He was made Sharpclaw for his great fighting skills and fearlessness in battle.RP example: Awww really? Fine. A post from Rip on FCOTF:
=RIPTALON
Da Deputy of ThunderClan
darkness sings, but silence grows...
In an almost perfect space within the howling, battling cats, the calm spot in the center of a hurricane, a large gray warrior stood silent and motionless. His eyes were narrow slits of gold, his small, gray ears flattened to his head. Dark, horizontal bands of shadow crossed across his face and body, slicing their way past battle-scarred haunches and melding to form a darker gray tail. The tail lashed with the heat of battle, but the tom’s coldly menacing expression gave away nothing about what he was thinking.
Around him was chaos.
Enraged cats yowled their anger to the sky as they fought, their strong claws raking down the sides of their opponents. Warriors cried out like kits in pain, in suffering, as warrior blood met the soft, sandy ground of Sunningrocks and rejoined the earth. The voice of the ThunderClan deputy was not among these, but his heart felt equally injured. That same pain; that same realization; that horror in war and what agony it caused, that was what he felt.
Riptalon’s narrow yellow eyes surveyed his gray-furred opponent. How was Moonpelt feeling? Was he like the other warriors, feeling the rush of glory and pride fighting, spilling blood, calling death’s foul skull to meet the eyes of these brave cats? They might be RiverClan, but they were warriors and equal in the eyes of StarClan. There would always be battles; that was the meaning of being a warrior, but there was no need for cruelty, for brutality. His thoughts contradicted his face, which was the very image of what he so detested, but one could not always judge by appearance, any more then you could judge by Clan.
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((since I'm being a nerdball I'm making an oddly-colored cheetah. Lol. Leaf, you're using the wrong Accepted... you're using Excepted which means a totally different thing
))
