Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2016 21:25:53 GMT -5
Morktfur
Tom
27 moons
Warrior
RiverClan
Morktfur is a laid back kind of guy, with jokes and enjoying the best of life. He doesn't really like doing things that require effort; he'd much rather sit and sunbathe rather than take a patrol around the border. When he can get around to doing something, he enjoys hunting and is actually pretty okay at it. He is terrible at fighting though, and he can't really make an honest effort at defending borders and trying to be aggressive. When he is personally threatened though, he can get a little upset, but he's never truly angry. He likes to think of himself as loved throughout the Clan, but he has a forgettable attitude and is sometimes heartbroken when people don't enjoy his humor. He likes to stargaze during the night as well.
APPEARANCE
Morktfur is a sleek black tom with dull blue eyes and a nick in his left ear. He's naturally skinny and can't ever seem to get much muscle. His tail is longer than most, and has a white tip at the end. A scar along his back parts his fur and some white fur has grown in where the scar was.
Morktfur was born a rogue, as Morkt, with his brother Diablo. When their father left [caused by him not wanting to help feed his two sons when their mother ran out of milk because prey was already hard enough to find], they went out to the world as their mother refused to take care of anything after the event. They learned most rogues are selfish and rude, but truly enjoyed being constantly on edge and fending for themselves. It seemed like a long game to them, and they enjoyed hunting and patrolling around their small stretch of land that surrounded their nests and a tree. While most of the rogues went in there anyway, it didn't crush their spirits. One day, Diablo wanted to get adventurous and venture to a river near them. Morkt cautiously followed, only to be stuck in the ground in horror as Diablo fell in and was swept away when he tried to fish. He moved both nests to the river, hoping he would see his brother, but never did. Eventually, RiverClan found him when he was trying to hunt in the river after he couldn't find any prey anywhere else, and took him in because they didn't want to scare off an underfed youngster, which led him to his current life- a lazy warrior that doesn't like the river.
Nothing.
Tom
27 moons
Warrior
RiverClan
Morktfur is a laid back kind of guy, with jokes and enjoying the best of life. He doesn't really like doing things that require effort; he'd much rather sit and sunbathe rather than take a patrol around the border. When he can get around to doing something, he enjoys hunting and is actually pretty okay at it. He is terrible at fighting though, and he can't really make an honest effort at defending borders and trying to be aggressive. When he is personally threatened though, he can get a little upset, but he's never truly angry. He likes to think of himself as loved throughout the Clan, but he has a forgettable attitude and is sometimes heartbroken when people don't enjoy his humor. He likes to stargaze during the night as well.
APPEARANCE
Morktfur is a sleek black tom with dull blue eyes and a nick in his left ear. He's naturally skinny and can't ever seem to get much muscle. His tail is longer than most, and has a white tip at the end. A scar along his back parts his fur and some white fur has grown in where the scar was.
Morktfur was born a rogue, as Morkt, with his brother Diablo. When their father left [caused by him not wanting to help feed his two sons when their mother ran out of milk because prey was already hard enough to find], they went out to the world as their mother refused to take care of anything after the event. They learned most rogues are selfish and rude, but truly enjoyed being constantly on edge and fending for themselves. It seemed like a long game to them, and they enjoyed hunting and patrolling around their small stretch of land that surrounded their nests and a tree. While most of the rogues went in there anyway, it didn't crush their spirits. One day, Diablo wanted to get adventurous and venture to a river near them. Morkt cautiously followed, only to be stuck in the ground in horror as Diablo fell in and was swept away when he tried to fish. He moved both nests to the river, hoping he would see his brother, but never did. Eventually, RiverClan found him when he was trying to hunt in the river after he couldn't find any prey anywhere else, and took him in because they didn't want to scare off an underfed youngster, which led him to his current life- a lazy warrior that doesn't like the river.
Nothing.