Post by Goldenfrost on Apr 10, 2008 17:09:48 GMT -5
Fox Name:
Short-Stuff
Age (in real life):
Eleven
Roleplay sample (must be more than six sentences):
Ducking to avoid low-hanging tree boughs, the tiny fox weaved his way through the dense forest area, one black paw caked in mud. The trees seemed to be alive with evil today; they seemed as if they meant to grasp him with their rough-bark limbs, and in some places the grounds threatened to devour him, choke him, if he dare place his full weight upon those specific spots. A snap of a twig startled the male, and he leapt up, yelped and sped off, only slowing down to catch his breath.
It was a cold morning. When he breathed, his breath came out in puffs of what appeared to be "cold smoke", as he called it. The sun shone from a large gap between the gloomy-looking clouds, but for some reason hardly any warmth came down to the earth, which desperately needed it. A couple of birds flew overhead in a V-shaped formation, heading in a southernly direction, towards the warmer regions. The fox, Short-Stuff, as he was called, found such a journey ridiculous - you stayed in a place for a few months, then traveled back to your summer home, only to repeat the process after another few seasons.
What a strange world he lived in.
Why should you be a fox at C.C.O.T.M?:
I haven't roleplayed wolf for about a month, and I haven't roleplayed fox in forever. Seeing as I've repaired my Warriors roleplaying skills, I'd like to work on fixing up my fox roleplay skills.
Fox Personality:
Short-Stuff is a rather timid little fox, hardly over a year old. He was the runt of the litter, and wasn't expected to survive past his first year, but he pulled through. Despite his shy lifestyle, he is also ambitious and plans to someday, somehow, recieve a high rank or become well-known to all foxes. He's quite fast and a strong swimmer, and pretty much an expert at catching fish, but he prefers birds and the occasional cat meat over fish meat, despite what he's been told by his mother about fish meat; that it turns your fur glossy and it keeps you healthy.
Short-Stuff thinks that is a myth.
[/size][/color]Short-Stuff
Age (in real life):
Eleven
Roleplay sample (must be more than six sentences):
Ducking to avoid low-hanging tree boughs, the tiny fox weaved his way through the dense forest area, one black paw caked in mud. The trees seemed to be alive with evil today; they seemed as if they meant to grasp him with their rough-bark limbs, and in some places the grounds threatened to devour him, choke him, if he dare place his full weight upon those specific spots. A snap of a twig startled the male, and he leapt up, yelped and sped off, only slowing down to catch his breath.
It was a cold morning. When he breathed, his breath came out in puffs of what appeared to be "cold smoke", as he called it. The sun shone from a large gap between the gloomy-looking clouds, but for some reason hardly any warmth came down to the earth, which desperately needed it. A couple of birds flew overhead in a V-shaped formation, heading in a southernly direction, towards the warmer regions. The fox, Short-Stuff, as he was called, found such a journey ridiculous - you stayed in a place for a few months, then traveled back to your summer home, only to repeat the process after another few seasons.
What a strange world he lived in.
Why should you be a fox at C.C.O.T.M?:
I haven't roleplayed wolf for about a month, and I haven't roleplayed fox in forever. Seeing as I've repaired my Warriors roleplaying skills, I'd like to work on fixing up my fox roleplay skills.
Fox Personality:
Short-Stuff is a rather timid little fox, hardly over a year old. He was the runt of the litter, and wasn't expected to survive past his first year, but he pulled through. Despite his shy lifestyle, he is also ambitious and plans to someday, somehow, recieve a high rank or become well-known to all foxes. He's quite fast and a strong swimmer, and pretty much an expert at catching fish, but he prefers birds and the occasional cat meat over fish meat, despite what he's been told by his mother about fish meat; that it turns your fur glossy and it keeps you healthy.
Short-Stuff thinks that is a myth.