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Goldenpelt « Thread Started on Jan 7, 2007, 3:09pm »
Name:Goldenpelt
Previous Names:Goldenkit, Goldenpaw
Clan:ThunderClan
Gender:Tom
Rank: Warrior
Age: 15 moons
Appearance:Huge sun-colored tabby with a scar along his back from nearly being kidnapped by a hawk. He's extremely built, and his orange eyes radiate respect and confidence. His claws are long and his tail is very expressive.
Personality: Brave, loyal, and fun to be around. He loves hunting for fresh-kill, and loves giving it to the elders even more. Even though he's a warrior, he still visits the elders from time to time, listening to stories of TigerClan and LionClan. Aspires to be like the deputy.
History:Goldenpelt grew up with Stealthfoot, Flamefur, and another kit that died of greencough. He barely pulled through, but thanks to the medicine cat, he's one of the healthiest, most handsome toms in the forest. His parents are the parents of Stealthfoot, so they have the same history. Goldenpelt once strayed into ShadowClan territory as an apprentice, where he fought off a ShadowClan warrior. He's known for his fighting skills, and is expecting to be made a mentor soon.
RP Example (at least 8 sentences): Goldenpelt entered into the clearing with 2 mice for the elders of ThunderClan. As he prowled past a she-cat, he felt her eyes burning through his flank. His paws tingled as he padded over to the den where the elders sat, grooming themselves. One looked up, and greeted him,"Well, hello, Goldenpelt." "Coming to hear more stories about TigerClan?" Goldenpelt purred in amusement, but sat down as the old gray tabby began to speak. "TigerClan raced through the forest to hunt." The sun-solored warrior began to imagine himself in the paws of the tiger, bringing back huge prey to feed the Clan. The paws began to skid as the elder finfished the story. Goldenpelt thanked the elder and walked over to the warriors' den where Stealthfoot sat, waiting to hear the story
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