Post by Flickerstar on Apr 5, 2007 13:44:46 GMT -5
Name:Ravenstrike
Gender:Tom
Age:18 moons
Clan/Rank:Warrior/Darkclan
Description:If you look into a pool of water at midnight, with no clouds in the sky and the stars shining the only thing you would be able to see would be his eyes. This tom is a rather large thick furred Chausie (a breed in development and not yet recognized). Although is fur is thin in the summer, to allow him to stay cooler with his jet black fur, it does get thicker in the winter in order for him to keep body heat in. His face isn't long, but it isn't short either, it is more of a wedge shape. His ears are small but compaired to his head they are the right size, as is his nose. His eyes are an unusual silver color, in a pool of un disturbed water on a clear stary night his eyes almost match the stars.
Even with his smaller compact body he is also lean, and lithe. He weighs just around eight pounds, maybe seven and a half. Along his left front shoulder is a long scar that is colored and off black. He aquired that scar from a battle as a very young warrior. Besides that one long scar he has several small ones that are not noticable. His tail is long to help him keep balance with his smaller paws. Because of his smaller paws his claws can not retract all of the way, this does not mean he has long claws just average.
Personality:Loyalty is the first trait on this cats list, it's that and trust. Ever since he was a kit and almost his whole family was killed he had been loyal to his clan, he made one mistake once but never again. The next thing on his list of traits is trust. He is a very trust worthy cat and always listins to cats above him, and below him if they are needed to be listined too. But the trust is a hard thing to gain from him, he hardly trusts anyone and belives that any cat is capeable of killing in an instant. Another trait he has is compassion, compassion towards that someone special or his mother. He has always stuck by his mother's side even though she sunk into a depression, she is slowly coming out of it though.
To go along with the good traits there has to be a few bad ones right? Well he has those, the main one is an anger issue. Since he watched his family get slautered, and was treated as if he was mentaly insane he has built up a wall that he belives will never come down. If a cat buggs him about one thing for too long, he freakes out but never attackes anyone unless they attack first. There is a slight deppression that goes along with the anger, just something that he falls into to rest on, it isn't hte bad type of depression justthe type hat lets you get back up on your feet. Another issue he has is instinct, this isn't bad but it could be. He has built up this instant reaction to any loud noise or something that spooks him. He unsheathes his claws at the slightest of movements, afraid that rogue is still out there, in the back of his mind he knows that isn't true.
History:As a kit Ravenstrike was lonley and had no friends. His mother was a young queen and had a littler of three kits, Raven being one of them. His father was a warrior in the clan and came to visit every day, untill her died. Ravenstrike was enarly and apprentice when his father died, as well as his brothers. His father was outside the camp with the three of them, his mother back in camp. A rouge was prowling around in Thunderclan terratory and attacked the group of four, he killed Raven's brothers then his father. Raven ran away because his father told him too, but he is still distresed to this day because he didn't stay and help. When he returned to the clan and spoke with his mother, she was distraut.
As an apprentice he was cunning, yet afraid. He stuck by his mother every step of the way, and comforting her when she needed it. His mother's name is Flintfire and she is still alive, as a senior warrior. Durning his apprenticing days he stayed loyal to his clan and listined to everything he was told. Then when he was getting close to becoming a warrior he got careless and ate on a hunting partoll, he payed to price and bashed himself for it.
The day he became a warrior was one of the best days in his mother's and his lives. He was given the name Ravenstrike because of his exelent fighting abilities, and his fighting in a battle. He sat vigil alone that night and no one came to greet him, he had felt alone. He has felt alone that night and every night after that, no friends for no reason. His best and only friend (as far as he knows) would be his mother. Now Ravenstrike lives in Thunderclan a brave and courageous warrior.
RP ex:The moon glowed dimly through the thick branches over head, casting whispy shadows onto he forest floor. Dark shadows cast upon gray stones, and leves crackling underfoot. A jet black shape made it's way along the undergrowth path, the scent of mice and fox lingered in the air. Silvery eyes flicking to the small dryed up bush, then to the Deathberry's on the ground. Claws flaxing and sheathing again the cat made his way along the small path.
A small clearing loomed ahead of the small cat, stained silver in the moonlight breaking through the trees. A few stones sat at the base of the trees, and golden-silver leaves scattered the clearing. The cat's name was Ravenstrike, and this was his favorite place to come at his favorite time of the day. Shaking his body to brush a small leaf away he stoped at the edge of the clearing. Turing his head he gazed back towards camp and sighed. Looking forward again he wakled into the moonlight and sat in the center of the clearing. Placing his tail over his paws he gazed at the sky and the stars. Closing his eyes he thougt of his family, his whole family before it was broken.
RP ex: The moon glowed dimly through the thick branches over head, casting whispy shadows onto he forest floor. Dark shadows cast upon gray stones, and leves crackling underfoot. A jet black shape made it's way along the undergrowth path, the scent of mice and fox lingered in the air. Silvery eyes flicking to the small dryed up bush, then to the Deathberry's on the ground. Claws flaxing and sheathing again the cat made his way along the small path.
A small clearing loomed ahead of the small cat, stained silver in the moonlight breaking through the trees. A few stones sat at the base of the trees, and golden-silver leaves scattered the clearing. The cat's name was Ravenstrike, and this was his favorite place to come at his favorite time of the day. Shaking his body to brush a small leaf away he stoped at the edge of the clearing. Turing his head he gazed back towards camp and sighed. Looking forward again he wakled into the moonlight and sat in the center of the clearing. Placing his tail over his paws he gazed at the sky and the stars. Closing his eyes he thougt of his family, his whole family before it was broken.
Codeword: HIDDEN
Gender:Tom
Age:18 moons
Clan/Rank:Warrior/Darkclan
Description:If you look into a pool of water at midnight, with no clouds in the sky and the stars shining the only thing you would be able to see would be his eyes. This tom is a rather large thick furred Chausie (a breed in development and not yet recognized). Although is fur is thin in the summer, to allow him to stay cooler with his jet black fur, it does get thicker in the winter in order for him to keep body heat in. His face isn't long, but it isn't short either, it is more of a wedge shape. His ears are small but compaired to his head they are the right size, as is his nose. His eyes are an unusual silver color, in a pool of un disturbed water on a clear stary night his eyes almost match the stars.
Even with his smaller compact body he is also lean, and lithe. He weighs just around eight pounds, maybe seven and a half. Along his left front shoulder is a long scar that is colored and off black. He aquired that scar from a battle as a very young warrior. Besides that one long scar he has several small ones that are not noticable. His tail is long to help him keep balance with his smaller paws. Because of his smaller paws his claws can not retract all of the way, this does not mean he has long claws just average.
Personality:Loyalty is the first trait on this cats list, it's that and trust. Ever since he was a kit and almost his whole family was killed he had been loyal to his clan, he made one mistake once but never again. The next thing on his list of traits is trust. He is a very trust worthy cat and always listins to cats above him, and below him if they are needed to be listined too. But the trust is a hard thing to gain from him, he hardly trusts anyone and belives that any cat is capeable of killing in an instant. Another trait he has is compassion, compassion towards that someone special or his mother. He has always stuck by his mother's side even though she sunk into a depression, she is slowly coming out of it though.
To go along with the good traits there has to be a few bad ones right? Well he has those, the main one is an anger issue. Since he watched his family get slautered, and was treated as if he was mentaly insane he has built up a wall that he belives will never come down. If a cat buggs him about one thing for too long, he freakes out but never attackes anyone unless they attack first. There is a slight deppression that goes along with the anger, just something that he falls into to rest on, it isn't hte bad type of depression justthe type hat lets you get back up on your feet. Another issue he has is instinct, this isn't bad but it could be. He has built up this instant reaction to any loud noise or something that spooks him. He unsheathes his claws at the slightest of movements, afraid that rogue is still out there, in the back of his mind he knows that isn't true.
History:As a kit Ravenstrike was lonley and had no friends. His mother was a young queen and had a littler of three kits, Raven being one of them. His father was a warrior in the clan and came to visit every day, untill her died. Ravenstrike was enarly and apprentice when his father died, as well as his brothers. His father was outside the camp with the three of them, his mother back in camp. A rouge was prowling around in Thunderclan terratory and attacked the group of four, he killed Raven's brothers then his father. Raven ran away because his father told him too, but he is still distresed to this day because he didn't stay and help. When he returned to the clan and spoke with his mother, she was distraut.
As an apprentice he was cunning, yet afraid. He stuck by his mother every step of the way, and comforting her when she needed it. His mother's name is Flintfire and she is still alive, as a senior warrior. Durning his apprenticing days he stayed loyal to his clan and listined to everything he was told. Then when he was getting close to becoming a warrior he got careless and ate on a hunting partoll, he payed to price and bashed himself for it.
The day he became a warrior was one of the best days in his mother's and his lives. He was given the name Ravenstrike because of his exelent fighting abilities, and his fighting in a battle. He sat vigil alone that night and no one came to greet him, he had felt alone. He has felt alone that night and every night after that, no friends for no reason. His best and only friend (as far as he knows) would be his mother. Now Ravenstrike lives in Thunderclan a brave and courageous warrior.
RP ex:The moon glowed dimly through the thick branches over head, casting whispy shadows onto he forest floor. Dark shadows cast upon gray stones, and leves crackling underfoot. A jet black shape made it's way along the undergrowth path, the scent of mice and fox lingered in the air. Silvery eyes flicking to the small dryed up bush, then to the Deathberry's on the ground. Claws flaxing and sheathing again the cat made his way along the small path.
A small clearing loomed ahead of the small cat, stained silver in the moonlight breaking through the trees. A few stones sat at the base of the trees, and golden-silver leaves scattered the clearing. The cat's name was Ravenstrike, and this was his favorite place to come at his favorite time of the day. Shaking his body to brush a small leaf away he stoped at the edge of the clearing. Turing his head he gazed back towards camp and sighed. Looking forward again he wakled into the moonlight and sat in the center of the clearing. Placing his tail over his paws he gazed at the sky and the stars. Closing his eyes he thougt of his family, his whole family before it was broken.
RP ex: The moon glowed dimly through the thick branches over head, casting whispy shadows onto he forest floor. Dark shadows cast upon gray stones, and leves crackling underfoot. A jet black shape made it's way along the undergrowth path, the scent of mice and fox lingered in the air. Silvery eyes flicking to the small dryed up bush, then to the Deathberry's on the ground. Claws flaxing and sheathing again the cat made his way along the small path.
A small clearing loomed ahead of the small cat, stained silver in the moonlight breaking through the trees. A few stones sat at the base of the trees, and golden-silver leaves scattered the clearing. The cat's name was Ravenstrike, and this was his favorite place to come at his favorite time of the day. Shaking his body to brush a small leaf away he stoped at the edge of the clearing. Turing his head he gazed back towards camp and sighed. Looking forward again he wakled into the moonlight and sat in the center of the clearing. Placing his tail over his paws he gazed at the sky and the stars. Closing his eyes he thougt of his family, his whole family before it was broken.
Codeword: HIDDEN
