Post by weaseltail on Oct 23, 2012 23:09:08 GMT -5
[style=font-family:georgia; padding-left: 0px; font-size:18px; color: #f26c4f; text-align: left;]\\ they said you'd never have no worth - NAME: Hey there, darling. My name's Weaseltail, and it's very nice to meet you. I'm not sure how my parents came up with the name, but I've learned to like it.. though I've never seen a weasel before, my mother said they were sly and sneaky little creatures, and that they're cute. Just like I me. GENDER: I'm a tom, baby, and don't you forget it. CLAN: ShadowClan is my one and only home. RANK: I'm a strong, proud, and loyal warrior. APPRENTICE: I don't have one at the moment, sorry. The spot is open though. AGE: 40 moons (3 years, 4 months) DESCRIPTION: A flirtatious tom with dark tabby stripes and golden eyes. APPEARANCE: You're looking at the most handsome tom in ShadowClan, hun.. ahh, I'm just kidding.. no really, I am pretty good looking. I was blessed with broad shoulders, not too bad if I do say so myself. My fur is short and well-kept in shades of brown. My stripes are dark brown, almost black, and they dapple throughout my entire pelt. I have eyes of bright gold that can easily seduce any she-cat, and that's what I use them for. My mother said I was the most handsome out of my brother and I when I was a kit. It was our little secret. She favored me and.. well.. we'll get to that later.. I do have a few scars throughout my pelt from falls, trips, and battle skirmishes, but nothing too serious. It makes me seem more tomly. PERSONALITY: You want to know about my personality? Oh really? Well let's see.. I love she-cats. I'm known well as a big flirt, even at clan gatherings with other clan she-cats. I'm not really a dirty flirt, though every once in a while I'll give a lady a rude comment if I'm in a bad mood. It's a flaw, I know, but whatever. Most of the time I'm sweet and loving and I just like to show my affection. I'll often invade personal space and purr and use nicknames. A few cats have also told me that I'm a bit too vain. I do think I'm good looking, but that's because I am! Why not flaunt it, right? ..I'm sweet with the she-cats, and persuasive with the toms. I'd much rather hang out with the ladies, but I'm good at convincing others to do things for me, so I'll use my skills on toms when needed. Some think I'm rude and annoying, others seem to like me. I tend to crave affection, but I hardly ever get any of it back.. I'd blame my past for the way I am, with the incident with my mother and all.. I just grew up craving affection, so I learned to give it out and hopefully receive some in return. LIKES she-cats flirting nicknames mice sun in his fur climbing sneaking long walks DISLIKES most toms crowfood soaked fur leaf-bare kittypets HISTORY: As a kit, I was the favorite. My brother and I were treated equally by our mother in public, but in secret I was the one who received the most affection. She always told me I looked exactly like my father, who had died while we were in our mother's belly. At the time I didn't understand why she favored me, but now I do. It's because I am the mirror image of my father. My brother looks more like my mother, and though he was loved, I was given more attention. It hurt him a lot when we were younger and he often got angry with me.. we don't talk much anymore.. anyways, the night before my brother and I were named apprentices, my mother went out on a walk in the middle of the night and disappeared. She left us? Oh no, she would've never left me like that.. she loved me-- us, I mean. I believe she was taken or-or killed. Yes, killed! By whom, you ask? I don't know. A twoleg, maybe? The clan was baffled, but they moved on quickly.. my brother thinks she abandoned us, but I don't think that.. after that I was just the spoiled young apprentice to everyone. I started being overly nice and flirting with she-cats to fill the void, and it's worked out so far. I don't get too much attention back, but that's alright.. my apprenticeship was nothing special. My brother and I grew apart and we became warriors. I think about my mother every day of my life, and I often go on walks at night in hopes she'll turn up somewhere.. she never does. ROLE PLAYER: Shutter ♥ - but you were always gold to me // [/style] |
