Post by Rairukka on Jan 3, 2013 9:42:48 GMT -5
Name: Wolfkit - Wolfpaw - Wolffire
Age: 48 moons (4 yrs)
Gender: Tom
Clan: Stormclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Wolffire is a large Maine Coon mix, about 15 pounds. He is orange with red classic tabby with matching ear rims. His eyes are a stunning dark amber color, nearly identical to his tabby markings.
Personality: Wolffire is the daring and reckless one of the Clan. He is always ready to charge into battle with all his brute force even at the cost of his life. Although he portrays himself as strong and daring, like his late mentor Snakeclaw, he is gentle and kind to his friends & family. He prefers to be around others, generally seeking attention so that he can show off what he likes to call "skills". Wolffire is devoted to his clan and hates seeing his clanmates in trouble or upset and attempts to either help or cheer them up.
RP Example:The stomach of the dark mature male growled in protest as its owner trotted along through the snow. His nose was almost glued to the ground as he followed the bloody trail he'd been tracking since early that morning. Mikhail stopped a moment and lifted his head to take in his surroundings. The evergreen trees were almost white from the falling snow but it didn't seem to deter Mikhail.
He lowered his head again and continued to trot along the trail. Another hour or so and he came upon what he'd been tracking. A bull elk with a gimpy, bloody hoof looked over his shoulder and a sudden terrified look came across his face. Mikhail licked his chops with a devious smirk as he dropped into a hunter's crouch. He began to move closer while his smirk grew when the elk gave a strangled cry of terror.
Mikhail moved in from behind but leaped backwards when the elk kicked out with it's one good back hoof though this threw it off balance because it didn't want to put pressure on its injured hoof. The dark wolf saw his chance and gave a leap of faith.
He landed squarely on the elk's back. The pair hit the snow in a flurry of strangled screams and satisfying snarls. There was one last scream from the prey as blood spiraled to the cloudy sky then splashed back down over the snow, elk, and Mikhail's face. The elk struggled for as long as it could though it was to no avail.
It took about fifteen minutes for the elk to finally perish. Once it was finally still Mikhail stood over his prize and gave a victorious howl. After he listened to his howl echo against the trees and maneuvered himself around the carcass to the stomach.
A soft, sick squelching noise began to echo in the still air as Mikhail bit into the warm body and blood began to flow down his throat, muzzle, and the elk's belly. The snow slowly began to turn crimson as he began to feast more ravenously. He ripped great chunks from the prey item while he swallowed quickly. Mikhail raised his bloody head and looked around as though he expected someone to come up and take his meal. Once he was sure everything was okay for the time being he stuck his head back into the elk's belly and continued to feed.
