Post by Sheer on Aug 10, 2009 15:58:25 GMT -5
Name:Navarre (Pronounced: [NA-var])
Gender:Male
Age:44 moons
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Description:Navarre's an American Short Hair cat so he's got a short coat. His coat is a dark brown with just barely lighter brown tabby streaks in a kind of ticking pattern. His eyes are dark copper color
Personality:Despite the fact that Navarre might seem a bit intimidating he's really not that moody. His personality doesn't help bring that out much because he almost always speaks in single word sentences, maybe two or three words max usually. He doesn't hate the 'water monsters' and still refers to them as otters nor does he hate his own kind. He's actually pretty well acquainted with the otters. Basically he lives a pretty normal life, hunting, sleeping but he does get bored every once in a while and usually ends up trespassing into other's territories. He doesn't like fighting much but isn't a pacifist either, he enjoys letting his opponent underestimate him and doesn't rise above taunting and he is an opportunist. If there's one thing he can't stand though it's politics, instead of making treaties he'd probably just ask if they could play a game of chess to decide who wins. He's usually infuriatingly calm and lightly sarcastic. If he ever wants to join a clan he probably has his eye on ShadeClan.
History:Navarre's family lives much further up river. But he got bored of staying there so he went down stream to see if there was anyone living there. Now he's just going to hang around until he gets so bored that he leaves again. Back in his old home he had a decent relationship with his family, but that didn't stop him from leaving. His siblings had thought up a nickname for him: 'Navi' which he allows some people to use but he prefers using 'Navarre' in a serious conversation
IC:"Hey Navi!" A silver tabby came up and sat down next to him. "Streak?" Navi answered in his usual single word response. "You've been staring into no where since forever! Your going to wear your eyes out if you keep staring at the sun. Let me guess your depressed? Last time you felt depressed you went on a three day walk in the forest!" Navarre didn't answer his nosy emotionally controlled litter mate of a brother. "I'm going down there." He finally answered. Streak jumped back, "Wait, you mean down stream?!" Navarre nodded casually bracing himself for an emotional outburst from Streak and sure enough it came. "Navarre!! How can you think of such a thing?!" That's not good, he only uses my full name when he's serious. I hate it when he's serious, it's even worse then one of his emotional meltdowns. Navarre thought starting to get annoyed. "Leave it." he mewed keeping the tension out of his voice. "But-but...why?! Let me guess your bored?" Streak frantically reasoned. "Exactly" Navarre answered preparing himself for a long explanation of things Streak can't possibly understand
Gender:Male
Age:44 moons
Image:
Description:Navarre's an American Short Hair cat so he's got a short coat. His coat is a dark brown with just barely lighter brown tabby streaks in a kind of ticking pattern. His eyes are dark copper color
Personality:Despite the fact that Navarre might seem a bit intimidating he's really not that moody. His personality doesn't help bring that out much because he almost always speaks in single word sentences, maybe two or three words max usually. He doesn't hate the 'water monsters' and still refers to them as otters nor does he hate his own kind. He's actually pretty well acquainted with the otters. Basically he lives a pretty normal life, hunting, sleeping but he does get bored every once in a while and usually ends up trespassing into other's territories. He doesn't like fighting much but isn't a pacifist either, he enjoys letting his opponent underestimate him and doesn't rise above taunting and he is an opportunist. If there's one thing he can't stand though it's politics, instead of making treaties he'd probably just ask if they could play a game of chess to decide who wins. He's usually infuriatingly calm and lightly sarcastic. If he ever wants to join a clan he probably has his eye on ShadeClan.
History:Navarre's family lives much further up river. But he got bored of staying there so he went down stream to see if there was anyone living there. Now he's just going to hang around until he gets so bored that he leaves again. Back in his old home he had a decent relationship with his family, but that didn't stop him from leaving. His siblings had thought up a nickname for him: 'Navi' which he allows some people to use but he prefers using 'Navarre' in a serious conversation
IC:"Hey Navi!" A silver tabby came up and sat down next to him. "Streak?" Navi answered in his usual single word response. "You've been staring into no where since forever! Your going to wear your eyes out if you keep staring at the sun. Let me guess your depressed? Last time you felt depressed you went on a three day walk in the forest!" Navarre didn't answer his nosy emotionally controlled litter mate of a brother. "I'm going down there." He finally answered. Streak jumped back, "Wait, you mean down stream?!" Navarre nodded casually bracing himself for an emotional outburst from Streak and sure enough it came. "Navarre!! How can you think of such a thing?!" That's not good, he only uses my full name when he's serious. I hate it when he's serious, it's even worse then one of his emotional meltdowns. Navarre thought starting to get annoyed. "Leave it." he mewed keeping the tension out of his voice. "But-but...why?! Let me guess your bored?" Streak frantically reasoned. "Exactly" Navarre answered preparing himself for a long explanation of things Streak can't possibly understand
