Post by \\*Rainstorm*// on Sept 4, 2007 14:02:10 GMT -5
Name: Dustfang
Moons: 26
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Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Moons: 26
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Gender: Tom
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Dustfang has short brown fur and wide yellow eyes. His tail is long and he has muscles like Bloodclan warriors. He has long legs and his body is scarred from many battles with rogues and alley cats. He has big ears and a largish muzzle, and his nose is kinda big also. He's not skinny, but he's not fat either. Dustfang has long whiskers and his claws aren't long, but sharper than most.Personality:
He is very easy-going and relaxed. Playful and teasing, with a care-free nature. Determined in battle despite his easy nature. Dustfang is very loyal and would die for his clan. He is sweet and caring and loves kits and wants an apprentice really bad. He loves hunting and swimming; some cats tease him by saying he should have been a Riverclan cat. Sometimes he can be kind of lazy, though and lounge around until someone tells him to get his lazy rear off the ground and go patrol the area or something instead of watching butterflies buzz around his face! He loves jokes but isn't very good at making them up.History:
Dustfang was born into a rogue family. He lived with his mother, Venom, his sister, Glass, and his two brothers, Rock and Storm. His name was Snake. The family hunted as they pleased, sometimes too much, leaving what was left for crowfood. It wasn't for survival, it was for sport. They were unresponsible, uncaring, and slowly running out of prey. At times they were so desperate they would eat crowfood. They finally split up once Venom died of starvation.. Snake ran towards twolegplace, knowing that although the food was nasty, it was better and more wholesome than the crowfood he had been eating. The first few houses he tried chased him off. He never gave up, and although he was getting weaker and weaker every day, he was headstrong and determined to eat. He ate out of trash cans and rats were discusting, though they were better than nothing. Snake's confidence was lost, as well as his good looks, scarred by alley cats, rats, and skinny from hunger. He finally found some twolegs that would feed him. He kept coming back and getting more relaxed with the twolegs, until one day he was captured and sent into their nest. There were all sorts of things to play with and strange things to look at, like a tree with no branches, and the twolegs hung fur coats on top of them. They called him 'Fuzz'. He wasn't too fond of the name, but at least he got free food. One day as he came back from sightseeing in the neighborhood, the twolegs weren't there. Fuzz looked and looked, but he couldn't find any of them or any of their objects. He went out looking for them, and instead found a Thunderclan patrol, who thought he was a spy from another clan. They took him to the leader. Fuzz explained he was just out looking for his twolegs. The leader was impressed by his loyalty but most of all by his large muscles, being a kittypet. He asked for him to stay in the clan because they were running low on apprentices and he liked the spunky young cat. Fuzz accepted and became DustpawOther:
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