Post by stardust on Jun 25, 2009 11:37:11 GMT -5
Name:Spiderclaw
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Thunder
Rank:Deputy
Picture:N/A
Appearance:
His fur is short and thick. To the touch it is wiry. It is midnight black however in the morning it looks pale with gray tabby stripes. At night its pitch black with darker tabby stripes. His eyes are round, the sides are pointed. The pools are a bright warm amber when the sunlight hits his eyes it turns to a nice brown. However, his heritage comes from darker clans. Giving his warm eyes a tint of darkness. A crimson colored red.
head-His muzzle forms pointed coming off of his neck. His head is medium, what it should be for the average cat. His ears are rounded instead of pointed making his hearing stronger than most. He has a long neck, giving his head more height. His whiskers are not long but they are not short either. The tops are white with a long silver streak that makes them stand out against his darker pelt. His nose is a warm shade of pink same with the inside of his ears. His fangs are long,but like most warriors, are not sharp. They have a nice glowing white color for the exceptional yellow stain with age or bloodstain from previous battles.
Torso:His body is longer than most giving him a lithe figure. He is quite muscular, however his torso is small. His legs are not long they are stout, but he still has great speed. The fur on his torso and legs is thicker than that on his head, tail, and paws. His paws are larger then most cats giving him a strong blow in battle. His claws bead out like daggers and are pearly white. His left front paw comes up short, that's how he was born, but they does not stop him from being a good loyal warrior. His tail is long and comes to a nice point. Since the fur on his tail is thick and longer than his muzzle, but not as thick as his torso. It feathers out nicely on the sides and curves in to form a point.
Scars and markings: When Spiderclaw was an apprentice he received a battle scar from another clan cat. It's in the shape of a crescent on his left eye.
A few days after his warrior ceremony, when the moon was almost full, there was ambush, on the right side of his torso are long claw marks that will never let him or the others forget of the battle that the clan had.
Personality:
Spiderclaw has a very odd personality that makes him stand out. There are times that he has an Inner apprentice screaming to get out. Like the average apprentice he gets rushes of energy and sometimes just doesn't know what to do with it. Occasionally he sits in with the kits and apprentices listening to the elders tell of there strength in battle, or how they climbed to the top of the oak tree in a matter of seconds. However even when he is acting like a mere apprentice he has another side with him. Acting younger seems to make it easier to be friendlier with and connect with the apprentices.
When he isn't joining the apprentices in a good wrestling match, he is very serious. He likes to make sure that nothing goes wrong. He is a perfectionist if you will. Even though he has his flaws, especially in hunting, he likes to see others succeed. Whether its an apprentice who can't seem to catch a mouse, or a warrior who can't get back up on his paws, he just wants to help. He wants to be able to see cats who are better than him. However most cats would say those who are well respected and high ranked are the best, but to him, that's not what it is. The fact that you look through your own eyes, and break the code for when it is right, be strong at heart, and succeed to try not to have one thing wrong with you..is more meaningful than it is to be deputy or leader. However this is him in the clan.
When Spiderclaw is alone, he tends to flash to his past. He has a strong hate to-wards shadowclan. Not because they did anything wrong, but the fact that his brother left him to join that clan. He has a strong hatred to-wards his brother and his father, yet no cat knows why. Outside of his home, he is clumsy and isn't very aware. There are times where accidents have happened that didn't need to happen because he was unaware of his surroundings. He doesn't want his clan to go through what he did and will do anything to protect them. Even if it meant giving his life away.
History:
Spiderclaw has had a rough past, that no one likes to talk about, know one really knows about this either. It was raining, pouring, it was coming down in sheets. It would penetrate the toms fur like small knives falling from the sky. The lightning crashed and there in the clearing, his mothers throat was slit. This memory was the last he had of her. Her name, Rosethorn. She was a white she-cat with brown markings and the clearest of amber eyes. He could remember her scent and always will. It was soft, and no matter what she always had the scent of milk. It would have been from all the times she spent in the nursery helping out the other queens. She was always gentle, and shouldn't have been taken away like that. She was liked by everyone. Except for his father. Sparrowtalon. He was a large black tom with crimson tinted eyes. He was a tom filled with hate. He was rough, and had given his mother scars that no cat would want. When Rosethorn had his kits, she would always spit in disgust when queens would ask who the father was. Sparrowtalon was not fit to be in a clan where cats had a clear heart. From most cat's eyes he was evil, belong elsewhere.
As Spiderclaw aged, his hatred for his dad grew stronger. His brother Owlfang was just like him. Filled with nothing but a toxic heart. Hatred started to bubble for his brother as well. If his father and brother had a stronger heart, they would have been fine leaders for Thunderclan but clearly it was not there goal, at least not yet. When Spiderclaw and Owlfang had received there warrior names, the rain was thick. Sparrowtalon watched... just watched on waiting for the moment. He hid in the shadows waiting for Rosethorn. Waiting to bring his claws to her throat. That was the night that his mother was killed. The night that those two were exiled. The night where they were excepted into another clan, however only Thunderclan's loyal leader knew of their past.
Spiderclaw had a sister. Sapphirekit. He hadn't known, until he was told. His fathers tainted claws had gotten to her as well. He never wanted a daughter, just sons who would take over, but only Owlfang inherited the poisonous personality.
Aside from all the tragic incidents, he has never opened his heart and shared this with anyone. He had gotten close to a few she-cats and not one would he speak of what happened to him moons ago. All they seem to know is that he had a rough apprentice ship and that at gatherings his eyes fill with the need to get revenge. To make sure his mother didn't die.. for nothing.
Although he hadn't told the few that he got close to, that doesn't mean who won't open his heart to a she-cat that may actually have the heart to love him
Role Play Sample:
It was storming that night. The rain felt like ice. It was cold and painful. The worse of it was that it was coming down in sheets. One dagger drop after another, and it didn't look like it would be stopping any time soon. It was like small knives falling from the sky, and dodging the pain would be nearly impossible. The lightning flashed, and it was dark again. The wind ruffled the toms fur. The harsh winds made it a challenge to crawl towards the unmoving body. His amber eyes widened. He waited once more for the storm to bring forth a bolt that would light up the camp. Then... and only then would he be able to see who this cat was.
As if Starclan had read his thoughts, the power of the stars brought light to the small camp. Her one beautiful white and brown fur was ruffled and clumped. It was covered with a satin carpet of blood.The air had a metallic and acidic scent. His small nose came down gently. Pressing it gently against her white fur, the newly named Spiderclaw took in his mother's milky scent one last time. The horror that was in Rosethorns widened eyes. This was a murder. A claw mark stretched across her throat. The cat that did this knew what he was doing.
He stood up straighter than it was. Although the sight of the mangled corpse was a pain that not many warriors would understand, he had to look strong. His eyes traced the path of paw prints that hopefully would lead to the source. There, waiting in the shadows, with his claws unsheathed, his father and brother waited. A smug grin and power hungry eyes were the expression that they both wore.
A growl emitted from the back of his throat. His eyes burned with a tasty satisfaction. With narrowed eyes he reared up. He had to kill them... both tonight in order to make it fair. However, as much as he wanted to his heart controlled him. Sheathing his claws he saw his father and brother being escorted out of camp. Why hadn't he been able to do it? His only father... his only brother. Did he have the heart to kill his family even though he killed his only mother?
Warriors and apprentices both came over to offer words of comfort. Nothing would be able to fix this. Even if his mother cam down from Starclan to offer words of wisdom, he would not be able to trust anyone anymore. Closing his eyes, he turned his back on his father, going to sit vigil for his mother like most cats were doing.
The storm was clearing now. The dark black clouds thinned, and the rains finally calmed down as did the wind. Could this storm have been made by the warrior spirits because of what his father had done? Spiderclaw's soft amber eyes fell on the sky, and could swear that another bright star had appeared to wish him safety through his life as a Thunderclan warrior.
Secret Word: Which one Starclan or Night...or both?
Other: DONE
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Thunder
Rank:Deputy
Picture:N/A
Appearance:
His fur is short and thick. To the touch it is wiry. It is midnight black however in the morning it looks pale with gray tabby stripes. At night its pitch black with darker tabby stripes. His eyes are round, the sides are pointed. The pools are a bright warm amber when the sunlight hits his eyes it turns to a nice brown. However, his heritage comes from darker clans. Giving his warm eyes a tint of darkness. A crimson colored red.
head-His muzzle forms pointed coming off of his neck. His head is medium, what it should be for the average cat. His ears are rounded instead of pointed making his hearing stronger than most. He has a long neck, giving his head more height. His whiskers are not long but they are not short either. The tops are white with a long silver streak that makes them stand out against his darker pelt. His nose is a warm shade of pink same with the inside of his ears. His fangs are long,but like most warriors, are not sharp. They have a nice glowing white color for the exceptional yellow stain with age or bloodstain from previous battles.
Torso:His body is longer than most giving him a lithe figure. He is quite muscular, however his torso is small. His legs are not long they are stout, but he still has great speed. The fur on his torso and legs is thicker than that on his head, tail, and paws. His paws are larger then most cats giving him a strong blow in battle. His claws bead out like daggers and are pearly white. His left front paw comes up short, that's how he was born, but they does not stop him from being a good loyal warrior. His tail is long and comes to a nice point. Since the fur on his tail is thick and longer than his muzzle, but not as thick as his torso. It feathers out nicely on the sides and curves in to form a point.
Scars and markings: When Spiderclaw was an apprentice he received a battle scar from another clan cat. It's in the shape of a crescent on his left eye.
A few days after his warrior ceremony, when the moon was almost full, there was ambush, on the right side of his torso are long claw marks that will never let him or the others forget of the battle that the clan had.
Personality:
Spiderclaw has a very odd personality that makes him stand out. There are times that he has an Inner apprentice screaming to get out. Like the average apprentice he gets rushes of energy and sometimes just doesn't know what to do with it. Occasionally he sits in with the kits and apprentices listening to the elders tell of there strength in battle, or how they climbed to the top of the oak tree in a matter of seconds. However even when he is acting like a mere apprentice he has another side with him. Acting younger seems to make it easier to be friendlier with and connect with the apprentices.
When he isn't joining the apprentices in a good wrestling match, he is very serious. He likes to make sure that nothing goes wrong. He is a perfectionist if you will. Even though he has his flaws, especially in hunting, he likes to see others succeed. Whether its an apprentice who can't seem to catch a mouse, or a warrior who can't get back up on his paws, he just wants to help. He wants to be able to see cats who are better than him. However most cats would say those who are well respected and high ranked are the best, but to him, that's not what it is. The fact that you look through your own eyes, and break the code for when it is right, be strong at heart, and succeed to try not to have one thing wrong with you..is more meaningful than it is to be deputy or leader. However this is him in the clan.
When Spiderclaw is alone, he tends to flash to his past. He has a strong hate to-wards shadowclan. Not because they did anything wrong, but the fact that his brother left him to join that clan. He has a strong hatred to-wards his brother and his father, yet no cat knows why. Outside of his home, he is clumsy and isn't very aware. There are times where accidents have happened that didn't need to happen because he was unaware of his surroundings. He doesn't want his clan to go through what he did and will do anything to protect them. Even if it meant giving his life away.
History:
Spiderclaw has had a rough past, that no one likes to talk about, know one really knows about this either. It was raining, pouring, it was coming down in sheets. It would penetrate the toms fur like small knives falling from the sky. The lightning crashed and there in the clearing, his mothers throat was slit. This memory was the last he had of her. Her name, Rosethorn. She was a white she-cat with brown markings and the clearest of amber eyes. He could remember her scent and always will. It was soft, and no matter what she always had the scent of milk. It would have been from all the times she spent in the nursery helping out the other queens. She was always gentle, and shouldn't have been taken away like that. She was liked by everyone. Except for his father. Sparrowtalon. He was a large black tom with crimson tinted eyes. He was a tom filled with hate. He was rough, and had given his mother scars that no cat would want. When Rosethorn had his kits, she would always spit in disgust when queens would ask who the father was. Sparrowtalon was not fit to be in a clan where cats had a clear heart. From most cat's eyes he was evil, belong elsewhere.
As Spiderclaw aged, his hatred for his dad grew stronger. His brother Owlfang was just like him. Filled with nothing but a toxic heart. Hatred started to bubble for his brother as well. If his father and brother had a stronger heart, they would have been fine leaders for Thunderclan but clearly it was not there goal, at least not yet. When Spiderclaw and Owlfang had received there warrior names, the rain was thick. Sparrowtalon watched... just watched on waiting for the moment. He hid in the shadows waiting for Rosethorn. Waiting to bring his claws to her throat. That was the night that his mother was killed. The night that those two were exiled. The night where they were excepted into another clan, however only Thunderclan's loyal leader knew of their past.
Spiderclaw had a sister. Sapphirekit. He hadn't known, until he was told. His fathers tainted claws had gotten to her as well. He never wanted a daughter, just sons who would take over, but only Owlfang inherited the poisonous personality.
Aside from all the tragic incidents, he has never opened his heart and shared this with anyone. He had gotten close to a few she-cats and not one would he speak of what happened to him moons ago. All they seem to know is that he had a rough apprentice ship and that at gatherings his eyes fill with the need to get revenge. To make sure his mother didn't die.. for nothing.
Although he hadn't told the few that he got close to, that doesn't mean who won't open his heart to a she-cat that may actually have the heart to love him
Role Play Sample:
It was storming that night. The rain felt like ice. It was cold and painful. The worse of it was that it was coming down in sheets. One dagger drop after another, and it didn't look like it would be stopping any time soon. It was like small knives falling from the sky, and dodging the pain would be nearly impossible. The lightning flashed, and it was dark again. The wind ruffled the toms fur. The harsh winds made it a challenge to crawl towards the unmoving body. His amber eyes widened. He waited once more for the storm to bring forth a bolt that would light up the camp. Then... and only then would he be able to see who this cat was.
As if Starclan had read his thoughts, the power of the stars brought light to the small camp. Her one beautiful white and brown fur was ruffled and clumped. It was covered with a satin carpet of blood.The air had a metallic and acidic scent. His small nose came down gently. Pressing it gently against her white fur, the newly named Spiderclaw took in his mother's milky scent one last time. The horror that was in Rosethorns widened eyes. This was a murder. A claw mark stretched across her throat. The cat that did this knew what he was doing.
He stood up straighter than it was. Although the sight of the mangled corpse was a pain that not many warriors would understand, he had to look strong. His eyes traced the path of paw prints that hopefully would lead to the source. There, waiting in the shadows, with his claws unsheathed, his father and brother waited. A smug grin and power hungry eyes were the expression that they both wore.
A growl emitted from the back of his throat. His eyes burned with a tasty satisfaction. With narrowed eyes he reared up. He had to kill them... both tonight in order to make it fair. However, as much as he wanted to his heart controlled him. Sheathing his claws he saw his father and brother being escorted out of camp. Why hadn't he been able to do it? His only father... his only brother. Did he have the heart to kill his family even though he killed his only mother?
Warriors and apprentices both came over to offer words of comfort. Nothing would be able to fix this. Even if his mother cam down from Starclan to offer words of wisdom, he would not be able to trust anyone anymore. Closing his eyes, he turned his back on his father, going to sit vigil for his mother like most cats were doing.
The storm was clearing now. The dark black clouds thinned, and the rains finally calmed down as did the wind. Could this storm have been made by the warrior spirits because of what his father had done? Spiderclaw's soft amber eyes fell on the sky, and could swear that another bright star had appeared to wish him safety through his life as a Thunderclan warrior.
Secret Word: Which one Starclan or Night...or both?
Other: DONE