Post by Pirate ҉ on Nov 23, 2011 16:42:28 GMT -6
Name: Loki
Age: Scarcely a year.
Gender: Male
Species: Domestic Tabby
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: Alberta Pack/Sasketchewan Clan
Rank: Low, very low.
Weight: 8lbs
Height: 20 cm
Description: Loki is a slender cat, with shorthaired fur. It sticks out in various places, most notably the scruff of his neck, his chest, head, and flanks. His paws and underbelly are a pure white, and his body is riddled with dark black tabby markings, a mackerel pattern. His eyes are a piercing yellow, and a stark contrast from his dark coat.
Picture: Working on it...
History:
Loki was always a part of Sapphire's clan, being born into it. He was the more fiesty one of his littermates, and Sapphire took a liking to the small tom. She brought him under her wing, and agreed to mentor him in the ways of their pack. Soon enough, despite all the times Loki had been caught not paying attention, he became a somewhat respectable clanmate to the others. When Sapphire's clan merged with Solaurea's pack, he got along rather well with the other dogs there, happy that he had other playmates for once.
Where do you live? In a small clearing within the pack's territory, where the clan cats separate themselves from the dogs of Solaurea's pack.
Family/Friends/Enemies? He considers the pack to be his family, and he looks up to his former mentor, Sapphire.
Are you spiciest toward different animals? No, he's pretty much fine with any animal.
Personality: Like his namesake, Loki is a bit of a trickster. He loves playing pranks on the other cats and dogs constituting the two groups, and even the two leaders, Sapphire and Solaurea. He was very vocal about his opinions, and really an innocent kitten at heart. But ever since the two went missing, he has been rather reserved for someone of his personality type, and quiet.
Sample Post:
His white paws flexed with every passing minute, as his yellow eyes slowly stalked the potential dinner in front of him: a small, plump mouse. Setting one paw quietly in front of the other, Loki crouched low, waiting to strike. The mouse shifted into position, and the tabby sprang into the air, breaking its neck with one swift paw. Licking his whiskers, Loki smiled proudly to himself. "Finally, dinner." he said, taking the mouse up as he trotted back to their extended pack.
Age: Scarcely a year.
Gender: Male
Species: Domestic Tabby
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: Alberta Pack/Sasketchewan Clan
Rank: Low, very low.
Weight: 8lbs
Height: 20 cm
Description: Loki is a slender cat, with shorthaired fur. It sticks out in various places, most notably the scruff of his neck, his chest, head, and flanks. His paws and underbelly are a pure white, and his body is riddled with dark black tabby markings, a mackerel pattern. His eyes are a piercing yellow, and a stark contrast from his dark coat.
Picture: Working on it...
History:
Loki was always a part of Sapphire's clan, being born into it. He was the more fiesty one of his littermates, and Sapphire took a liking to the small tom. She brought him under her wing, and agreed to mentor him in the ways of their pack. Soon enough, despite all the times Loki had been caught not paying attention, he became a somewhat respectable clanmate to the others. When Sapphire's clan merged with Solaurea's pack, he got along rather well with the other dogs there, happy that he had other playmates for once.
Where do you live? In a small clearing within the pack's territory, where the clan cats separate themselves from the dogs of Solaurea's pack.
Family/Friends/Enemies? He considers the pack to be his family, and he looks up to his former mentor, Sapphire.
Are you spiciest toward different animals? No, he's pretty much fine with any animal.
Personality: Like his namesake, Loki is a bit of a trickster. He loves playing pranks on the other cats and dogs constituting the two groups, and even the two leaders, Sapphire and Solaurea. He was very vocal about his opinions, and really an innocent kitten at heart. But ever since the two went missing, he has been rather reserved for someone of his personality type, and quiet.
Sample Post:
His white paws flexed with every passing minute, as his yellow eyes slowly stalked the potential dinner in front of him: a small, plump mouse. Setting one paw quietly in front of the other, Loki crouched low, waiting to strike. The mouse shifted into position, and the tabby sprang into the air, breaking its neck with one swift paw. Licking his whiskers, Loki smiled proudly to himself. "Finally, dinner." he said, taking the mouse up as he trotted back to their extended pack.