Name: Smokekit - Smokepaw - Smokedust
Role Desired: The Historian
Appearance: WIP until I get out of class
Roleplay Sample: Leafstorm slid easily through the fencing, his thin frame did him some good at times. The sweet stench of kitty pets filled Leafstorms nose as he gazed around the twolegplace. Somewhere in the distance he heard the annoying yap of a ugly dog. His lips curled at the thought of it and slowly turned into a cruel smile at the thought of throwing his apprentice, Redpaw, into its yard. He turned to his apprentice staring at the young cat wondering what his thoughts were. "We will not pick a fight today." Leafstorm instructed cooly. "We will only observe." His long tail dragged behind him, as he padded on, rock scraping at his pads. His head held high, like that of a regal king. The stance Leafstorm held himself to be. The black warrior continued on cocking his ears ever so slightly trying to pinpoint the location of the dog. He wondered how large it would be as the twisted thoughts started forming in his mind. He hoped big. At this thought Leafstorm felt a slight pang of remorse for his young apprentice, he hoped he'd be able to train him enough to fight the beast they were searching for. Leafstorm quickly shoved this into the dark pit in his stomach. A warrior at his rank felt no remorse