Post by °~Silvey~° on Aug 17, 2006 12:29:35 GMT -5
Name: Crowtalon
Age: 25 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Crowtalon's fur is as dark as night and his eyes are a deep blue, reflecting the midnight sky. He has no other color on his jet black pelt, making him almost invisible in the shadows of night. His youth lends him strength to his paws as he runs swiftly through LightClan territory. HIs legs are long, also aiding him in his flight. His claws, like the rest of him, are black, blending in with the rest of his pelt, they are larger than normal.
Personality: Crowtalon has lost much of his former agressiveness. Now, he is still somewhat hostile and prickliy, but now respects cats. He listens to others aswell. Crowtalon still has a tad of a problem with his attitude, and can be quick to anger with the wrong word choice. He always remembers the past, unfortunatly for him. Crowtalon can be very difficult and stubborn, or just plain sharp-tempered, very few see his soft side.
Picture: i48.photobucket.com/albums/f231/Aemc99/Crowtalonreformed.jpg
History Crowtalon grew up in LightClan. He left halfway during his apprenticeship so seek out his SpiderClan sister, Sparrowwing, formerly Sparrowpaw. Crowtalon had never felt he belonged in LightClan. During his journey he realized that eventhough his sister was in SpiderClan, he belonged in LightClan, so he returned just as the former leader, was making an announcement, during that meeting, he was made a warrior. On his journey, he lost much of his former hostility and his arrogance. One moon ago, his sister died, and he began to retreat into his shell, closing up once more.
RP Example: A muscular black tom stood in front of a swirling river, a brown spotted tabby she-cat stood beside him. Their dark blue eyes were the same as the wind blew their fur. "Bet I can leap farther than you!" challenged the black tom. "Betcha can't!" contradicted the tabby. The siblings leaped over the river. Suddenly, the brown tabby slipped on the river bank. "Sparrowwing!" cried the black tom as his sister went underwater. "Crowtalon, help me!" she cried as the muck at the bottom of the river sucked her under. Crowtalon leaned down to grab his sister's paw in his teeth when he too fell in. He curled his paws up as he was swept down stream, clinging to a branch that stuck out into the water. He stared in horror as he glimpsed his sister's spotted head flow past him, heading towards the falls. "No, Sparrowwing! he gasped as water flowed into his mouth. He hauled himself out of the water and colapsed onto the bank. In a second he leaped to his pwas, fear for his sister lending him speed and strength. Crowtalon padded to the base of the falls and swam to where his sister's body had gotten caught on a rock. His strong jaws gripped her scruff as he hauled her onto the shore. "Sparrowwing, please. You can't die!" he mewed, scared. Sparrowwing's eyes fluttered open and she gasped. "Crowtalon, it's to late, I see the stars of Silverpelt, I can see our parents... I'm sorry, Crowtalon." She let out her final breath and her body lay limp. Should any cat pass by, they would see a black cat hunched over a limp brown spotted tabby coat. The black tom sucked up in his own misery, in a nightmare he would never wake up from.
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Age: 25 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Crowtalon's fur is as dark as night and his eyes are a deep blue, reflecting the midnight sky. He has no other color on his jet black pelt, making him almost invisible in the shadows of night. His youth lends him strength to his paws as he runs swiftly through LightClan territory. HIs legs are long, also aiding him in his flight. His claws, like the rest of him, are black, blending in with the rest of his pelt, they are larger than normal.
Personality: Crowtalon has lost much of his former agressiveness. Now, he is still somewhat hostile and prickliy, but now respects cats. He listens to others aswell. Crowtalon still has a tad of a problem with his attitude, and can be quick to anger with the wrong word choice. He always remembers the past, unfortunatly for him. Crowtalon can be very difficult and stubborn, or just plain sharp-tempered, very few see his soft side.
Picture: i48.photobucket.com/albums/f231/Aemc99/Crowtalonreformed.jpg
History Crowtalon grew up in LightClan. He left halfway during his apprenticeship so seek out his SpiderClan sister, Sparrowwing, formerly Sparrowpaw. Crowtalon had never felt he belonged in LightClan. During his journey he realized that eventhough his sister was in SpiderClan, he belonged in LightClan, so he returned just as the former leader, was making an announcement, during that meeting, he was made a warrior. On his journey, he lost much of his former hostility and his arrogance. One moon ago, his sister died, and he began to retreat into his shell, closing up once more.
RP Example: A muscular black tom stood in front of a swirling river, a brown spotted tabby she-cat stood beside him. Their dark blue eyes were the same as the wind blew their fur. "Bet I can leap farther than you!" challenged the black tom. "Betcha can't!" contradicted the tabby. The siblings leaped over the river. Suddenly, the brown tabby slipped on the river bank. "Sparrowwing!" cried the black tom as his sister went underwater. "Crowtalon, help me!" she cried as the muck at the bottom of the river sucked her under. Crowtalon leaned down to grab his sister's paw in his teeth when he too fell in. He curled his paws up as he was swept down stream, clinging to a branch that stuck out into the water. He stared in horror as he glimpsed his sister's spotted head flow past him, heading towards the falls. "No, Sparrowwing! he gasped as water flowed into his mouth. He hauled himself out of the water and colapsed onto the bank. In a second he leaped to his pwas, fear for his sister lending him speed and strength. Crowtalon padded to the base of the falls and swam to where his sister's body had gotten caught on a rock. His strong jaws gripped her scruff as he hauled her onto the shore. "Sparrowwing, please. You can't die!" he mewed, scared. Sparrowwing's eyes fluttered open and she gasped. "Crowtalon, it's to late, I see the stars of Silverpelt, I can see our parents... I'm sorry, Crowtalon." She let out her final breath and her body lay limp. Should any cat pass by, they would see a black cat hunched over a limp brown spotted tabby coat. The black tom sucked up in his own misery, in a nightmare he would never wake up from.
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