Post by Stormchaser on Feb 5, 2008 19:51:03 GMT -5
Name:
Stormchaser
Age:
34 moons
Clan:
Winterclan
Rank:
Warrior
Description:
He is rather small for his age. Despite his size, he is strong and fast, which gives him an advantage in battles. His left eye is a icy blue, clouded over and blind. His other eye is green. Along his back, you can see his spine due to lack of nutrients and food. His pelt it a gray tabby colour and it seems to be dusty and matted. Despite what it looks like, it is smooth and someone could easily run their hands through it. His left hind paw is sorta gimped due to a serious injury.(See history) The tip of his tail is pure white like a red foxes and his front right paw is white as well. His nose is dappled with black and brown.
Personality:
Despite being fearless and amazing in battles, he has a kind and loving heart. Even though he can be nice, he can also be cold and mean if annoyed or challenged. To go along with him being fearless, he was a fool and took on any challenges he had thrown at him and didn't back down from any fight. When he is training apprentices, he pushes them to their limit and makes them work .
In his battles, he likes to strategies and take hits at the strongest and get them out of the battle. As I have stated before, he is fearless and amazing in battles. Sometimes he will kill if it is for revenge or if his adrenaline is pumping. When he is in camp and running errands for the other cats, he is always cranky. One thing that always gets on his nerves is an empty pile and cats lying around. For any cats that know him, they have experienced his wrath when angry.
History:
For many moon it had been hard to adapt to clan life after all those moons living as rogue, with no code and when it was every cat for him/herself. It was challenging learning that the clan wasn't going to turn on him even though he wasn't born in their camp.
IT was easy to remember his past. The action packed days hunting and fighting with his siblings. It was always a challenge to find food, but he loved the thrill of catching a vole or a mouse or something. It made him feel good. Everything was fine until the two-legs started to take over the part of they lived in. His mother and brothers were captured and killed later. He was left on his own to be a rogue by himself. He moved into the forest and lived in there. Many a fights broke out. He had lost a few, but it made him stronger and faster in battles.
When his 23rd moon came around he was seriously injured in a battle. A cat from a clan took him in and the medicine cat nursed him back to health and then he left. For the next couple moons, he continued to live in the forest by himself. Every leaf-bare it became harder to find food. Due to this, he became skinny and scrawny. To go right along with his lack in size and health, he became mean and orony. Like most hungry cats, he did everything to get food, even if it meant invading camps. In a span of 4 moons, he made 2 successful raids, but for the other 5 raids, it didn't go so hot.
During one of his raids, he got into a nasty fight with a warrior and he almost killed him. It was brutal and uncalled for. Unfortunate for him, he wound up getting seriously injured, but recovered easily with the help of Winterclan. Even though it was the clan he raided, they still helped him and he was soon a well respected warrior. In battles he was very loyal to the clan to try and prove his loyalty to the clan. It wasn't easy. Some cats looked down their noses at him and sneered. He found it better to slip away from camp and hunt. It gave him the thrill of giving back to the clan. In one of his hunts, he ran into a rogue cat and was attacked. Half way through the fight, the rogue stopped fighting and pushed Stormchaser off of him. In the moment, his loyalty was tested. But in the end he held through. He earned respect of the clan cats that day.
RP Example:
No thoughts filled his head as he crouched ready to pounce on the vole that was slowly munching on a dead leaf. Haunches lowered and eyes unblinking, he began to creep forward slowly. Step after step he crept closer until he was a rabbits lengh away. Taking a mighty leap he unsheathed his claws and landed with a thud on top of the struggling vole. Taking a big bite into the vole it gave one last dying squeal and then lay quiet while it's heart gave one last beat. Stormchaser gave a small "Huumph" and then walked back to camp with his head down from the weight of the vole. With his tail held high he trotted into camp. Glancing around camp as he dragged his kill to the pile, he growled to himself for being gone so long.
Stormchaser
Age:
34 moons
Clan:
Winterclan
Rank:
Warrior
Description:
He is rather small for his age. Despite his size, he is strong and fast, which gives him an advantage in battles. His left eye is a icy blue, clouded over and blind. His other eye is green. Along his back, you can see his spine due to lack of nutrients and food. His pelt it a gray tabby colour and it seems to be dusty and matted. Despite what it looks like, it is smooth and someone could easily run their hands through it. His left hind paw is sorta gimped due to a serious injury.(See history) The tip of his tail is pure white like a red foxes and his front right paw is white as well. His nose is dappled with black and brown.
Personality:
Despite being fearless and amazing in battles, he has a kind and loving heart. Even though he can be nice, he can also be cold and mean if annoyed or challenged. To go along with him being fearless, he was a fool and took on any challenges he had thrown at him and didn't back down from any fight. When he is training apprentices, he pushes them to their limit and makes them work .
In his battles, he likes to strategies and take hits at the strongest and get them out of the battle. As I have stated before, he is fearless and amazing in battles. Sometimes he will kill if it is for revenge or if his adrenaline is pumping. When he is in camp and running errands for the other cats, he is always cranky. One thing that always gets on his nerves is an empty pile and cats lying around. For any cats that know him, they have experienced his wrath when angry.
History:
For many moon it had been hard to adapt to clan life after all those moons living as rogue, with no code and when it was every cat for him/herself. It was challenging learning that the clan wasn't going to turn on him even though he wasn't born in their camp.
IT was easy to remember his past. The action packed days hunting and fighting with his siblings. It was always a challenge to find food, but he loved the thrill of catching a vole or a mouse or something. It made him feel good. Everything was fine until the two-legs started to take over the part of they lived in. His mother and brothers were captured and killed later. He was left on his own to be a rogue by himself. He moved into the forest and lived in there. Many a fights broke out. He had lost a few, but it made him stronger and faster in battles.
When his 23rd moon came around he was seriously injured in a battle. A cat from a clan took him in and the medicine cat nursed him back to health and then he left. For the next couple moons, he continued to live in the forest by himself. Every leaf-bare it became harder to find food. Due to this, he became skinny and scrawny. To go right along with his lack in size and health, he became mean and orony. Like most hungry cats, he did everything to get food, even if it meant invading camps. In a span of 4 moons, he made 2 successful raids, but for the other 5 raids, it didn't go so hot.
During one of his raids, he got into a nasty fight with a warrior and he almost killed him. It was brutal and uncalled for. Unfortunate for him, he wound up getting seriously injured, but recovered easily with the help of Winterclan. Even though it was the clan he raided, they still helped him and he was soon a well respected warrior. In battles he was very loyal to the clan to try and prove his loyalty to the clan. It wasn't easy. Some cats looked down their noses at him and sneered. He found it better to slip away from camp and hunt. It gave him the thrill of giving back to the clan. In one of his hunts, he ran into a rogue cat and was attacked. Half way through the fight, the rogue stopped fighting and pushed Stormchaser off of him. In the moment, his loyalty was tested. But in the end he held through. He earned respect of the clan cats that day.
RP Example:
No thoughts filled his head as he crouched ready to pounce on the vole that was slowly munching on a dead leaf. Haunches lowered and eyes unblinking, he began to creep forward slowly. Step after step he crept closer until he was a rabbits lengh away. Taking a mighty leap he unsheathed his claws and landed with a thud on top of the struggling vole. Taking a big bite into the vole it gave one last dying squeal and then lay quiet while it's heart gave one last beat. Stormchaser gave a small "Huumph" and then walked back to camp with his head down from the weight of the vole. With his tail held high he trotted into camp. Glancing around camp as he dragged his kill to the pile, he growled to himself for being gone so long.
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