Post by Panther on Aug 8, 2006 15:35:03 GMT -5
OOC: Alright, here goes nothing…I am OBSESSED with the Warriors series so I must join…or die…
SHADOWFOOT
.stumbling towards greatness.
Name: Shadowfoot
Age: Three
Gender: Tom
Clan: RockClan
Rank: Warrior (Unless higher position is available, though from what I gather Leader and Deputy have been named.)
Description: In the simplest of terms, though perhaps not exuberantly flattering on his part, Shadowfoot is ‘nothing special’ when it comes to the category of looks. Well built enough to appease the normality of cats he poses four black socked paws, hints his oh-so-creative namesake, and a pelt of lighter storm gray which mingles nicely with the evening fog and morning mists of Newleaf and Greenleaf making him a bane to all creatures small, tasty, and furry. Though, when the time of Leafbare rolls around and he’s caught out in the middle of a snow drift his darker pelt doesn’t abide much to the snowy surroundings, making him stick out like an ink stain on a blank sheet of paper. Though, don’t put his rather plain and bleak appearance down and out just yet. Contrasting his darkened coat are a pair of striking blue-green eyes that glitter faintly with a hint of coy, cunning, and generous mystique…a stare that has dazzled a few female felines in his younger past. And though his pelt is ash gray and plainly dark he does his best to groom and keep a bit of pride in his appearance, leaving his coat silky sleek in the radiant sunshine. Though that dark fur is a heat trap! Lean and agile, though built well on firm muscles Shadowfoot is a born fighter and though his battle scars can be seen as lighter scrapes and scratches against his dark pelt (not to mention a tear in his right ear from a border fight with a neighboring Clan) he wears these scars like war emblems. Knowing full well that the girls like to see a few rough edges on a male.
Personality: An enigma, pure and simple. Shadowfoot is something of a coy and cool being, always ready to unsheathe his honed claws and jump head long into any tussle or scrap but also knowing full well the responsibilities and nobility that comes with being a warrior. Though, in his earlier days, Shadowfoot (or Shadowpaw back then) was always gearing for a tumble with his denmates and boasting of how he could rip the tail off of any SpiderClan warrior if they dared come face him, he’s almost grown out of that younger, rambunctious stage of life. Key word: “almost”. Shadowfoot still shows a rowdier side if one is to get him rowed up and he’ll always be the first to volunteer for a challenge however, even though at times it may appear that he is thoughtless in some of his decisions that fact is that he always judges and weighs his decisions and would never do anything to endanger the Clan. He is a strait liner and his full loyalties are to the RockClan and the warrior code. And, as a side note, there is a little quark of Shadowfoot’s that become a small tendency and common knowledge within the RockClan…he’s a female chaser…though not extensively. More so along the lines of humor then seriousness Shadowfoot enjoys a bout of flirtatious behavior with some of the female warriors, but it’s all in good fun. He’d give his life and then forsake his afterlife with StoneClan if it meant protecting RockClan. And that is always his first and formost allegiance.
History Born into RockClan, Shadowkit was the second born of three kits birthed on the tail end of a rather harsh Leafbare. After the death of one of her kits who was lost to greencough due to the lessening of prey after the hard Leafbare, his mother became very protective of Shadowkit and his sister. His days spent in the nursery were nothing too memorable, just nursing and sleeping and the normal tussles of siblings and kits. By the time of his apprentice ceremony Shadowpaw was already growing into a well rounded fighter, instinctively handling himself with warrior-like qualities in a fight. His mentor (Brighttooth) taught the young cat everything he could and some moons later Shadowfoot was introduced as a full fledged warrior of RockClan. It wasn’t long after that Shadowfoot was on a patrol to investigate the claims that a dog was living within RockClan territory. Shadowfoot had been told that fresh dog scents had been found No-End Drop and this was to be his first time leading a patrol. Brighttooth, his old mentor, was assigned to come along and help as well as two other RockClan warriors. Though they were not to attack the dog nor near it they were to scout and report back to the leader with their findings. However, things did not play out as easily. They patrol made it to No-End Drop okay however they were caught off guard by the dog who was meandering around the drop as well. The cats scattered and retreated away from the drop, however Brighttooth was cornered near the ledge. Shadowfoot and two other cats tried their best to fight off the dog but the hound was just to overwhelming and the cats were forced to run. The dog then turned on Brighttooth and leapt at the cat who stumbled and fell back into the ravine below. This memory of Shadowfoot’s first time on leading a patrol and the death of his mentor has haunted the dusty back corners of his mind for a long time and leaves a sickening feel in the pit of his stomach whenever recalled. That memory is also what drives him to be completely loyal to the Clan and the cats within it and to never watch another cat die when he’s the one responsible for their well being.
RP Example:
Dusk was newly falling over the land of stone and jagged pewter, casting gloom-ridden shadows to toil and dance within the crevices of weathered rock that rose upwards and loomed over the low landscape below. The forest could be seen from this point, darkening with the receding glower of the sun as it gave way to the eerie twilight that separated day and night. Here, upon this hour where neither day nor night held sway over the land silence was deafening and chillingly haunting in its soundless menace. A dull atmosphere overtook the world as far as the cat’s eye could see, bleeding the light from the land and ushering in the nocturnal age.
From here he could see it all, Pine Forest where the shadows strangled the last reminiscence of the sun’s fires from between the towering pines. The barrens expanse of dead timber where Fallen Trees sat nestled in the cradle of the forest and the distant break in the forest where Pebble Stream ran though the heart of RockClan territory. The dark pelted cat remained motionless as the fingers of evening wrapped themselves around his lithe, curled body. His paws tucked under him in a resting posture as his slit eyes fixated themselves upon the ominous ledge that lingered only a few rabbit hops in front of him. Beyond that ledge was a seemingly endless drop that led to a deep ravine…a place no living cat had been to, nor would ever go…
His slit eyes let only the faintest hint of glittering blue pass through their narrow gaze, but even that was enough to see that the cat was in mourning. Sadness washed off him in tidal waves, the brimming of such sorrow could surely be felt by any creature who neared him and it seemed as if this great emotional pain would burst his heart and drown his soul into a bitter quandary of regret and ache. An ache for a lost friend and comrade…his old mentor…
Brighttooth…
He came here often to peer out over the ledge of which his mentor had fallen. The body of the noble warrior had never been found and it was surely lost forever to the deep ravine of No-End Drop and so, as Brighttooth had never been given a proper warrior burial, this was as close to a grave as Shadowfoot could get. He would stare out at the ledge, sometimes until Moonhigh, thinking quietly to himself of cold memories and painful regrets. But Brighttooth had taught him well the ways of a warrior and so after his mourning was finished Shadowfoot would rise and leave this place, mind set on the present and the sorrows of the past locked away inside…but never forgotten.
His Clan needed him, his leader needed him…but the memory of Brighttooth needed him as well. His mentor would live on in Shadowfoot…
And so, on this evening, Shadowfoot remained motionless upon the peak of No-End Drop. Eyes gazing out in a mournful and solemn stare towards the ledge and the land that fell into darkness below.
Silence would ease his pain tonight…
Other: I take it new characters just pretend like they’ve always been in the Clan and they knows everyone? Also, if I could get him in on any plot I’d love it! (Is very much excited about this RPG!*
.i thought i'd found you.
.in a memory of snow.
[/size][/font]SHADOWFOOT
.stumbling towards greatness.
Name: Shadowfoot
Age: Three
Gender: Tom
Clan: RockClan
Rank: Warrior (Unless higher position is available, though from what I gather Leader and Deputy have been named.)
Description: In the simplest of terms, though perhaps not exuberantly flattering on his part, Shadowfoot is ‘nothing special’ when it comes to the category of looks. Well built enough to appease the normality of cats he poses four black socked paws, hints his oh-so-creative namesake, and a pelt of lighter storm gray which mingles nicely with the evening fog and morning mists of Newleaf and Greenleaf making him a bane to all creatures small, tasty, and furry. Though, when the time of Leafbare rolls around and he’s caught out in the middle of a snow drift his darker pelt doesn’t abide much to the snowy surroundings, making him stick out like an ink stain on a blank sheet of paper. Though, don’t put his rather plain and bleak appearance down and out just yet. Contrasting his darkened coat are a pair of striking blue-green eyes that glitter faintly with a hint of coy, cunning, and generous mystique…a stare that has dazzled a few female felines in his younger past. And though his pelt is ash gray and plainly dark he does his best to groom and keep a bit of pride in his appearance, leaving his coat silky sleek in the radiant sunshine. Though that dark fur is a heat trap! Lean and agile, though built well on firm muscles Shadowfoot is a born fighter and though his battle scars can be seen as lighter scrapes and scratches against his dark pelt (not to mention a tear in his right ear from a border fight with a neighboring Clan) he wears these scars like war emblems. Knowing full well that the girls like to see a few rough edges on a male.
Personality: An enigma, pure and simple. Shadowfoot is something of a coy and cool being, always ready to unsheathe his honed claws and jump head long into any tussle or scrap but also knowing full well the responsibilities and nobility that comes with being a warrior. Though, in his earlier days, Shadowfoot (or Shadowpaw back then) was always gearing for a tumble with his denmates and boasting of how he could rip the tail off of any SpiderClan warrior if they dared come face him, he’s almost grown out of that younger, rambunctious stage of life. Key word: “almost”. Shadowfoot still shows a rowdier side if one is to get him rowed up and he’ll always be the first to volunteer for a challenge however, even though at times it may appear that he is thoughtless in some of his decisions that fact is that he always judges and weighs his decisions and would never do anything to endanger the Clan. He is a strait liner and his full loyalties are to the RockClan and the warrior code. And, as a side note, there is a little quark of Shadowfoot’s that become a small tendency and common knowledge within the RockClan…he’s a female chaser…though not extensively. More so along the lines of humor then seriousness Shadowfoot enjoys a bout of flirtatious behavior with some of the female warriors, but it’s all in good fun. He’d give his life and then forsake his afterlife with StoneClan if it meant protecting RockClan. And that is always his first and formost allegiance.
History Born into RockClan, Shadowkit was the second born of three kits birthed on the tail end of a rather harsh Leafbare. After the death of one of her kits who was lost to greencough due to the lessening of prey after the hard Leafbare, his mother became very protective of Shadowkit and his sister. His days spent in the nursery were nothing too memorable, just nursing and sleeping and the normal tussles of siblings and kits. By the time of his apprentice ceremony Shadowpaw was already growing into a well rounded fighter, instinctively handling himself with warrior-like qualities in a fight. His mentor (Brighttooth) taught the young cat everything he could and some moons later Shadowfoot was introduced as a full fledged warrior of RockClan. It wasn’t long after that Shadowfoot was on a patrol to investigate the claims that a dog was living within RockClan territory. Shadowfoot had been told that fresh dog scents had been found No-End Drop and this was to be his first time leading a patrol. Brighttooth, his old mentor, was assigned to come along and help as well as two other RockClan warriors. Though they were not to attack the dog nor near it they were to scout and report back to the leader with their findings. However, things did not play out as easily. They patrol made it to No-End Drop okay however they were caught off guard by the dog who was meandering around the drop as well. The cats scattered and retreated away from the drop, however Brighttooth was cornered near the ledge. Shadowfoot and two other cats tried their best to fight off the dog but the hound was just to overwhelming and the cats were forced to run. The dog then turned on Brighttooth and leapt at the cat who stumbled and fell back into the ravine below. This memory of Shadowfoot’s first time on leading a patrol and the death of his mentor has haunted the dusty back corners of his mind for a long time and leaves a sickening feel in the pit of his stomach whenever recalled. That memory is also what drives him to be completely loyal to the Clan and the cats within it and to never watch another cat die when he’s the one responsible for their well being.
RP Example:
Dusk was newly falling over the land of stone and jagged pewter, casting gloom-ridden shadows to toil and dance within the crevices of weathered rock that rose upwards and loomed over the low landscape below. The forest could be seen from this point, darkening with the receding glower of the sun as it gave way to the eerie twilight that separated day and night. Here, upon this hour where neither day nor night held sway over the land silence was deafening and chillingly haunting in its soundless menace. A dull atmosphere overtook the world as far as the cat’s eye could see, bleeding the light from the land and ushering in the nocturnal age.
From here he could see it all, Pine Forest where the shadows strangled the last reminiscence of the sun’s fires from between the towering pines. The barrens expanse of dead timber where Fallen Trees sat nestled in the cradle of the forest and the distant break in the forest where Pebble Stream ran though the heart of RockClan territory. The dark pelted cat remained motionless as the fingers of evening wrapped themselves around his lithe, curled body. His paws tucked under him in a resting posture as his slit eyes fixated themselves upon the ominous ledge that lingered only a few rabbit hops in front of him. Beyond that ledge was a seemingly endless drop that led to a deep ravine…a place no living cat had been to, nor would ever go…
His slit eyes let only the faintest hint of glittering blue pass through their narrow gaze, but even that was enough to see that the cat was in mourning. Sadness washed off him in tidal waves, the brimming of such sorrow could surely be felt by any creature who neared him and it seemed as if this great emotional pain would burst his heart and drown his soul into a bitter quandary of regret and ache. An ache for a lost friend and comrade…his old mentor…
Brighttooth…
He came here often to peer out over the ledge of which his mentor had fallen. The body of the noble warrior had never been found and it was surely lost forever to the deep ravine of No-End Drop and so, as Brighttooth had never been given a proper warrior burial, this was as close to a grave as Shadowfoot could get. He would stare out at the ledge, sometimes until Moonhigh, thinking quietly to himself of cold memories and painful regrets. But Brighttooth had taught him well the ways of a warrior and so after his mourning was finished Shadowfoot would rise and leave this place, mind set on the present and the sorrows of the past locked away inside…but never forgotten.
His Clan needed him, his leader needed him…but the memory of Brighttooth needed him as well. His mentor would live on in Shadowfoot…
And so, on this evening, Shadowfoot remained motionless upon the peak of No-End Drop. Eyes gazing out in a mournful and solemn stare towards the ledge and the land that fell into darkness below.
Silence would ease his pain tonight…
Other: I take it new characters just pretend like they’ve always been in the Clan and they knows everyone? Also, if I could get him in on any plot I’d love it! (Is very much excited about this RPG!*
.i thought i'd found you.
.in a memory of snow.
