Post by Featherstar on Apr 10, 2006 16:50:10 GMT -5
Name:
Demonfang
Age:
18 moons
Gender:
Male
Clan:
DuskClan
Position:
Mediciencat
Picture:
Description:^see pic^
Personality:He is mean and short tempered. He cares only for the sick and injuried. He will only speak when spoken to, an old habbit from his last clan that is hard to break, He is loyal to his clan and will disagree with the leader to help the clan.
History: Born a rouge far away called. His leader liked his skills but after a huge battle he ran. Every one thought him dead but he knew one day he would return to take his revenge on the leader he hated. Featherstar.
IC: Demonfang waited in the bushes. He saw the sliver and grey pelt of his hated foe trot past he lept and sliced her leg. She fell to the ground mewing for mercy. His eyes flew open and he saw that his den surrounded him. "Dang! I really thought I had her!"
Codeword: Digimon
Demonfang
Age:
18 moons
Gender:
Male
Clan:
DuskClan
Position:
Mediciencat
Picture:
Description:^see pic^
Personality:He is mean and short tempered. He cares only for the sick and injuried. He will only speak when spoken to, an old habbit from his last clan that is hard to break, He is loyal to his clan and will disagree with the leader to help the clan.
History: Born a rouge far away called. His leader liked his skills but after a huge battle he ran. Every one thought him dead but he knew one day he would return to take his revenge on the leader he hated. Featherstar.
IC: Demonfang waited in the bushes. He saw the sliver and grey pelt of his hated foe trot past he lept and sliced her leg. She fell to the ground mewing for mercy. His eyes flew open and he saw that his den surrounded him. "Dang! I really thought I had her!"
Codeword: Digimon
