Post by {goldstone} on Jun 26, 2006 16:15:31 GMT -5
+Called+
Goldstone
+Moons+
20 moons
+Formed+
Tom
+Clan+
RockClan
+Totem Pole+
Leader
+Persona+
Goldstone has changed so much from the playful, spunky kit he was twenty moons ago. In fact, if any of his friends or family were still alive to see him, they would not recognize the confident, organized tom that commands attention just with his presence. Not that Goldstone asks for stares or extreme notices, he prefers to be working with no interruption. This is the general character of Goldstone. Now we shall go into further detail so you may know all. Sorta.
Things that irritate Goldstone... well, there are three pet peeves that this ebonite tom holds within. To make those annoyances clear, I shall make a list.
- Pestering. When Goldstone says he will get something done, he will!
- Cats trying to do his job for him. This is particularly aggravating, for when felines act better or more experienced then himself. Sure, he will accept the helpful comments, but impertiant warriors shouldn't try to boss Goldstone around, or he might reprimand them.
- Battles. If there is no good reason for a conflict, Goldstone is disgusted by it.
So how does Goldstone react when his worst annoyance is made into reality? He deals with it in two ways. The first is for unintentional buggers and young 'uns. He'll gently set the cat straight, and tell them not to do it again. Since you can't do that with battles, Goldstone will fight bitterly, but will be normal with his Clan. The second method is for those felines who annoy him purposely. Angry if he knows the truth, Goldstone might consult the deputy if it is for war, other times he will give three warnings, then the cat is made to do a duty as the just tom sees fit.
Goldstone is quite serious at times, indeed he would have to be if he is deputy. With friends, you might be surprised to see what a softie Goldstone is. One might describe him as chocolate, being hard on the outside and sweet on the inside. As intelligence plays a key role in the life a leader, Goldstone is as sharp as a needle. If there is something wrong, he will do something to fix it. Always respectful of his betters, the night black tom has the ability to talk easily with him/her and in turn cats find it easy to talk to him about their troubles.
+Appearance+
As black as the core of darkness, Goldstone is one of those cats who look evil and cruel but isn't. He is a short hair, meaning that his ebony pelt is only a few inches long at the most. Remarkable coat is soft and glossy, perfect for petting if you are a human. This formidable feline resembles the rare black panthers of Bombay in hot India, being so amazingly dark and with such unique eyes. Some inquisitive cats can't help but to stop and gape at the majestic physique of Goldstone's muscular frame.
Bearing the proud lineage of the hard-to-obtain Bombay cat in his veins, Goldstone has the typical round and heavy shaped head. It is covered in the same jet black fur of his body, though a bit smoother and shinier. Medium length whiskers are barely noticeable, though they are white. But no need to worry, Goldstone's whiskers are very effective and work just as well as any other cat.
Goldstone's most beautiful features are his round, steady orbs. They are of a golden copper hue, not the deep copper that is looked for in champions but the lighter and more crystallized shade. When he was a new-born kit Goldstone's mother named him Goldkit for his lovely eyes. She had hopes that he would grow to become Goldeye, but that would not be so. Anyway, Goldstone seems to pierce right through a cat and see into his or her soul with his sharp gaze. But mostly he is taking in appearances and making his mental judgments.
With a body that is capable of squishing a smaller cat, Goldstone must be graceful if he wants to avoid tumbling over his heavy velvet paws. A light stepper, Goldstone has to be careful or else he might accidental blunder into something. Dagger edged claws are large and lethal. He has to keep the very tips poking out of the sheaths as they don't fit. This results in Goldstone clicking when he walks on stone and he can't engage in play fights with kits or he might hurt them.
+Picture+
A picture of Goldstone when he was captured
+Far-Behind+
From the little hints that I gave before, you might guess that Goldstone was captured and taken away from his mother as a kit. But that is only a compressed version. Goldstone's past is actually much longer and filled with those little details that seem to make a big difference in the end. Here is Goldstone's story:
When Goldstone was born to a DesertClan queen and a rouge tom, and he was not aware of the warrior code that they had just broken. The queen, Sandstream, chose not to tell anyone of who the father was and everyone respected that. Of course, there were the occasional rumors that Sandstream had broken the noble warrior code, but no one could prove it. So in the end the Clan stopped their cold whisperings and horribly suspicious glances.
When the cute litter of kits were born, they all looked like their mother except for Goldstone. He was the only black kitten, which was reminiscent of his father, Felony. Everybody in those parts knew of Felony's unusual coat coloring, as the desert normally supported grays, tabbies and light hued felines. The Clan immediately suspected Sandstream of treason, but said nothing about the kit. Goldkit.
Knowing where some twolegs lived in the desert, Sandstream left Goldkit there, as her thoughts were that the Clan would punish him. She also had the foolish idea that she would see her beautiful ebonite kit again, but that would not be so. Sandstream did not know the true nature of humans. Greedy for money and selfish to the point of doing anything to get what they want.
The sinister twolegs found Goldkit and knew with their cunning and unworthy brains that he would sell for good money. So, with rough hands and brutal voices they forced the frightened Goldkit to get into a minuscule cage and ship him off to the new owner. After 18 moons of showing and having to grow up quickly, Goldstone (as he had named himself) escaped into a forest nearby the show-ring.
Scenting the distinct smell of wildcats and longing to join them, Goldstone reacquainted himself with the ways of the warrior. He wasn't that bad, considering the fact that he had spent his would-be apprentice days as a feisty but restrained kittypet. Once he had found one Clan that he liked above all others, which was RockClan, Goldstone introduced himself as the mysterious obsidian tom that would not talk of his past and rose in power to become leader.
+RP Example+
Having not been able to sleep that night, Goldstone was awake and gazing out of the leaders den. The moss of his bedding was cold against the stone floor. The contemplating tom was bored, to say the least and wanted to have something to do. Restless now, Goldstone wandered outside, not wanting to disturb the sleeping camp.
Meandering further beyond the boundries of RockClan then he had intended, Goldstone thought, ah well. Might as well go hunting. The season of leaf-bare was upon them, and Goldstone thought his prey might be useful. But before he could even get into the stalking position, a racing scarlet red shape flitted low to the ground. Strange. Birds don't fly so low. Wary that the creature might intend harm, Goldstone carefully crept up on it.
It wasn't a bird, no, far worse. Goldstone had seen the deathberry hued coloring of a dog's collar. And the dog was loose. Hissing under his breath at the sight of the tawny dog with floppy ears, Goldstone crouched lower then he normaly did so the mutt couldn't see him. Swiveling his acute black auds to hear the sound of an approaching, Goldstone detected nothing. Gathering up his hindquarters, the Bombay feline got ready to spring.
Goldstone's plan worked quite nicely, and the result was of the leader digging his razor sharp claws into the intruder's flanks and giving him a nasty bite. The floppy ears of the dog were also scratched, and he had a welt on his big black nose. The victorious tom gracefully leaped back from the whimpering canine with a smirk on his facade. Another battle fought and won.
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Goldstone
+Moons+
20 moons
+Formed+
Tom
+Clan+
RockClan
+Totem Pole+
Leader
+Persona+
Goldstone has changed so much from the playful, spunky kit he was twenty moons ago. In fact, if any of his friends or family were still alive to see him, they would not recognize the confident, organized tom that commands attention just with his presence. Not that Goldstone asks for stares or extreme notices, he prefers to be working with no interruption. This is the general character of Goldstone. Now we shall go into further detail so you may know all. Sorta.
Things that irritate Goldstone... well, there are three pet peeves that this ebonite tom holds within. To make those annoyances clear, I shall make a list.
- Pestering. When Goldstone says he will get something done, he will!
- Cats trying to do his job for him. This is particularly aggravating, for when felines act better or more experienced then himself. Sure, he will accept the helpful comments, but impertiant warriors shouldn't try to boss Goldstone around, or he might reprimand them.
- Battles. If there is no good reason for a conflict, Goldstone is disgusted by it.
So how does Goldstone react when his worst annoyance is made into reality? He deals with it in two ways. The first is for unintentional buggers and young 'uns. He'll gently set the cat straight, and tell them not to do it again. Since you can't do that with battles, Goldstone will fight bitterly, but will be normal with his Clan. The second method is for those felines who annoy him purposely. Angry if he knows the truth, Goldstone might consult the deputy if it is for war, other times he will give three warnings, then the cat is made to do a duty as the just tom sees fit.
Goldstone is quite serious at times, indeed he would have to be if he is deputy. With friends, you might be surprised to see what a softie Goldstone is. One might describe him as chocolate, being hard on the outside and sweet on the inside. As intelligence plays a key role in the life a leader, Goldstone is as sharp as a needle. If there is something wrong, he will do something to fix it. Always respectful of his betters, the night black tom has the ability to talk easily with him/her and in turn cats find it easy to talk to him about their troubles.
+Appearance+
As black as the core of darkness, Goldstone is one of those cats who look evil and cruel but isn't. He is a short hair, meaning that his ebony pelt is only a few inches long at the most. Remarkable coat is soft and glossy, perfect for petting if you are a human. This formidable feline resembles the rare black panthers of Bombay in hot India, being so amazingly dark and with such unique eyes. Some inquisitive cats can't help but to stop and gape at the majestic physique of Goldstone's muscular frame.
Bearing the proud lineage of the hard-to-obtain Bombay cat in his veins, Goldstone has the typical round and heavy shaped head. It is covered in the same jet black fur of his body, though a bit smoother and shinier. Medium length whiskers are barely noticeable, though they are white. But no need to worry, Goldstone's whiskers are very effective and work just as well as any other cat.
Goldstone's most beautiful features are his round, steady orbs. They are of a golden copper hue, not the deep copper that is looked for in champions but the lighter and more crystallized shade. When he was a new-born kit Goldstone's mother named him Goldkit for his lovely eyes. She had hopes that he would grow to become Goldeye, but that would not be so. Anyway, Goldstone seems to pierce right through a cat and see into his or her soul with his sharp gaze. But mostly he is taking in appearances and making his mental judgments.
With a body that is capable of squishing a smaller cat, Goldstone must be graceful if he wants to avoid tumbling over his heavy velvet paws. A light stepper, Goldstone has to be careful or else he might accidental blunder into something. Dagger edged claws are large and lethal. He has to keep the very tips poking out of the sheaths as they don't fit. This results in Goldstone clicking when he walks on stone and he can't engage in play fights with kits or he might hurt them.
+Picture+
A picture of Goldstone when he was captured
+Far-Behind+
From the little hints that I gave before, you might guess that Goldstone was captured and taken away from his mother as a kit. But that is only a compressed version. Goldstone's past is actually much longer and filled with those little details that seem to make a big difference in the end. Here is Goldstone's story:
When Goldstone was born to a DesertClan queen and a rouge tom, and he was not aware of the warrior code that they had just broken. The queen, Sandstream, chose not to tell anyone of who the father was and everyone respected that. Of course, there were the occasional rumors that Sandstream had broken the noble warrior code, but no one could prove it. So in the end the Clan stopped their cold whisperings and horribly suspicious glances.
When the cute litter of kits were born, they all looked like their mother except for Goldstone. He was the only black kitten, which was reminiscent of his father, Felony. Everybody in those parts knew of Felony's unusual coat coloring, as the desert normally supported grays, tabbies and light hued felines. The Clan immediately suspected Sandstream of treason, but said nothing about the kit. Goldkit.
Knowing where some twolegs lived in the desert, Sandstream left Goldkit there, as her thoughts were that the Clan would punish him. She also had the foolish idea that she would see her beautiful ebonite kit again, but that would not be so. Sandstream did not know the true nature of humans. Greedy for money and selfish to the point of doing anything to get what they want.
The sinister twolegs found Goldkit and knew with their cunning and unworthy brains that he would sell for good money. So, with rough hands and brutal voices they forced the frightened Goldkit to get into a minuscule cage and ship him off to the new owner. After 18 moons of showing and having to grow up quickly, Goldstone (as he had named himself) escaped into a forest nearby the show-ring.
Scenting the distinct smell of wildcats and longing to join them, Goldstone reacquainted himself with the ways of the warrior. He wasn't that bad, considering the fact that he had spent his would-be apprentice days as a feisty but restrained kittypet. Once he had found one Clan that he liked above all others, which was RockClan, Goldstone introduced himself as the mysterious obsidian tom that would not talk of his past and rose in power to become leader.
+RP Example+
Having not been able to sleep that night, Goldstone was awake and gazing out of the leaders den. The moss of his bedding was cold against the stone floor. The contemplating tom was bored, to say the least and wanted to have something to do. Restless now, Goldstone wandered outside, not wanting to disturb the sleeping camp.
Meandering further beyond the boundries of RockClan then he had intended, Goldstone thought, ah well. Might as well go hunting. The season of leaf-bare was upon them, and Goldstone thought his prey might be useful. But before he could even get into the stalking position, a racing scarlet red shape flitted low to the ground. Strange. Birds don't fly so low. Wary that the creature might intend harm, Goldstone carefully crept up on it.
It wasn't a bird, no, far worse. Goldstone had seen the deathberry hued coloring of a dog's collar. And the dog was loose. Hissing under his breath at the sight of the tawny dog with floppy ears, Goldstone crouched lower then he normaly did so the mutt couldn't see him. Swiveling his acute black auds to hear the sound of an approaching, Goldstone detected nothing. Gathering up his hindquarters, the Bombay feline got ready to spring.
Goldstone's plan worked quite nicely, and the result was of the leader digging his razor sharp claws into the intruder's flanks and giving him a nasty bite. The floppy ears of the dog were also scratched, and he had a welt on his big black nose. The victorious tom gracefully leaped back from the whimpering canine with a smirk on his facade. Another battle fought and won.
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