Post by daydreamys on Jul 28, 2007 17:18:38 GMT -5
Picture: Clicky har
Name: Scorpionpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Sunsetclan
Rank: Apprentice
Description:
His pelt is ginger,a deep deep ginger.This coat of his is thick and rather flat,making him appear rather large.His back has a few darker ginger stripes,his tail has some as well.He is otherwise solid red tabby in color.His eyes are a bright emerald that truely stands out from the rest of his pelt.His build is rather muscular,making him appear thick and full.He is above average size wise,larger than most apprentices his age.His claws are strangely long,making him an excellent fighter.His legs are fair sized.Not short and stocky.Not long and lean.Just right to fit his body type.His left eye yeilds a scar from a loner cat that had given him a nasty blow to the face.He isn't to complicated in appearance.He's really just a fair-sized ginger tom.
Short Description: An all ginger tom with green eyes
Personality:
Scorpionpaw has little intrest in she-cats,usually ignoring them.His mind is set on becoming a powerful warrior,maybe even becoming something near leader,such as deputy.Though,his ambitions sometimes get him into deep,deep trouble.He's usually stuck with a fight,or he's forced to run for his life.He isn't laid-back at all.He's usually very tense and up-tight,always on guard for danger.This makes him seem a bit mean or cruel on ocassions,but he's usually rather kind around others. He is very isolated,not usually talking to his clanmates openly.He usually tends to keep his distance,never making close relationships in fear of losing them,since his deepest fear is those dear to him dieing.He is tempted by offers of higher power,even though he's never recieved any unless an apprentice cermony would fall under that category.In other words,his an entire mess of problems.
History:
His past was rather cruel to him,tearing his heart and mind to shreads at a young age.He was the only kit to survive in his liter,which made others think he would either be weak and die also,or become one of the strongest cats in the clan.His parents taught him everything he needed to know about clan life,such as the warrior code and about Starclan.When they left camp to hunt and do other things,he would wait patiently for their return everyday.But,one afternoon,they didn't return.Scorpionpaw asumed they were just running late.But,it was an intire night had passed and there was still no sign of them.Scorpionpaw felt scared,almost like he could sense they wouldn't return.But then,the next morning came,and he made a horrid discovery.His parents were dead.He had been told by his grandmother as she arrived that morning from a nightly patrol.A rouge cat had attacked them and slain them both in an instant.He was devistated.
He was still a kit at the time of his parent's death.He was still upset even by the time he was apprenticed,feeling as if there was a gap in his heart that could never be filled.He trained by himself,feeling as if he was meant to be alone.His grandmother was sadened to see him in such a depressed mood.He still fought his hardest when training,trying to grow up and become the warrior that his parents wanted him to become.Even though he was only trying to become a warrior,his grandmother saw there was much more to him.He almost had an evil way to his ambitions,which made his grandmother worry.Even though he just believed he was doing everything to impress his parents and surpass their exspectations,she still believed he was going to make many wrong choices.But,time will only tell for this young tom....
Role Playing Example:
The sun was saying it's goodbyes to the sky as it slowly took it's daily trip down the ladder.The sky was decorated with purple,pink and red streaks along with the colorful clouds.The ground was lit up like a match from the sun's glow against the snow.The young tom sat,his emerald eyes scanning over the terrian.This was Scorpionpaw,apprentice of the Frostclan.His face held a very content look as he stared outward,looking at the horizon with great interest.His pelt ruffled slightly as a light breeze sliced through,almost like the comforting blow of a mother's breath.His eyes were clouded with slight depression as he sighed heavily.His past was burning him like fire would burn a tree,slowly and painfully.His emotions tossed around for awhile before settling on a bland level.He expression was careless now as all thoughts of others had been cleared from his mind.He closed his eyes and prayed,or somewhat spoke,to Starclan.
' Why,why did you take them from me?Did I do something to deserve this lonely life?Did I Starclan?What did I do?Why am I being put through this?Why?'
His prayer was short.It was more like a bucket overflowing with questions of greif.He hated the fact that Starclan had taken his parents from him so early,and he couldn't stand it that Starclan had refused to answer him everytime he talked to them.Yet,he still kept all his faith for his ancestors though,even with the great burden of his parents death laying on his shoulders.He was angry and upset,never feeling so confused and alone.He sighed heavily and stood,walking torwards the apprentice den so he could maybe sleep off some of his sorrows.As his mother always said, "A good night's rest is the best medicene for an aching heart."
Crush:
None yet
Other:
I will create his grandma,Ascloud,soon....(just to lazy to do it at the moment ^_^)...
Name: Scorpionpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Sunsetclan
Rank: Apprentice
Description:
His pelt is ginger,a deep deep ginger.This coat of his is thick and rather flat,making him appear rather large.His back has a few darker ginger stripes,his tail has some as well.He is otherwise solid red tabby in color.His eyes are a bright emerald that truely stands out from the rest of his pelt.His build is rather muscular,making him appear thick and full.He is above average size wise,larger than most apprentices his age.His claws are strangely long,making him an excellent fighter.His legs are fair sized.Not short and stocky.Not long and lean.Just right to fit his body type.His left eye yeilds a scar from a loner cat that had given him a nasty blow to the face.He isn't to complicated in appearance.He's really just a fair-sized ginger tom.
Short Description: An all ginger tom with green eyes
Personality:
Scorpionpaw has little intrest in she-cats,usually ignoring them.His mind is set on becoming a powerful warrior,maybe even becoming something near leader,such as deputy.Though,his ambitions sometimes get him into deep,deep trouble.He's usually stuck with a fight,or he's forced to run for his life.He isn't laid-back at all.He's usually very tense and up-tight,always on guard for danger.This makes him seem a bit mean or cruel on ocassions,but he's usually rather kind around others. He is very isolated,not usually talking to his clanmates openly.He usually tends to keep his distance,never making close relationships in fear of losing them,since his deepest fear is those dear to him dieing.He is tempted by offers of higher power,even though he's never recieved any unless an apprentice cermony would fall under that category.In other words,his an entire mess of problems.
History:
His past was rather cruel to him,tearing his heart and mind to shreads at a young age.He was the only kit to survive in his liter,which made others think he would either be weak and die also,or become one of the strongest cats in the clan.His parents taught him everything he needed to know about clan life,such as the warrior code and about Starclan.When they left camp to hunt and do other things,he would wait patiently for their return everyday.But,one afternoon,they didn't return.Scorpionpaw asumed they were just running late.But,it was an intire night had passed and there was still no sign of them.Scorpionpaw felt scared,almost like he could sense they wouldn't return.But then,the next morning came,and he made a horrid discovery.His parents were dead.He had been told by his grandmother as she arrived that morning from a nightly patrol.A rouge cat had attacked them and slain them both in an instant.He was devistated.
He was still a kit at the time of his parent's death.He was still upset even by the time he was apprenticed,feeling as if there was a gap in his heart that could never be filled.He trained by himself,feeling as if he was meant to be alone.His grandmother was sadened to see him in such a depressed mood.He still fought his hardest when training,trying to grow up and become the warrior that his parents wanted him to become.Even though he was only trying to become a warrior,his grandmother saw there was much more to him.He almost had an evil way to his ambitions,which made his grandmother worry.Even though he just believed he was doing everything to impress his parents and surpass their exspectations,she still believed he was going to make many wrong choices.But,time will only tell for this young tom....
Role Playing Example:
The sun was saying it's goodbyes to the sky as it slowly took it's daily trip down the ladder.The sky was decorated with purple,pink and red streaks along with the colorful clouds.The ground was lit up like a match from the sun's glow against the snow.The young tom sat,his emerald eyes scanning over the terrian.This was Scorpionpaw,apprentice of the Frostclan.His face held a very content look as he stared outward,looking at the horizon with great interest.His pelt ruffled slightly as a light breeze sliced through,almost like the comforting blow of a mother's breath.His eyes were clouded with slight depression as he sighed heavily.His past was burning him like fire would burn a tree,slowly and painfully.His emotions tossed around for awhile before settling on a bland level.He expression was careless now as all thoughts of others had been cleared from his mind.He closed his eyes and prayed,or somewhat spoke,to Starclan.
' Why,why did you take them from me?Did I do something to deserve this lonely life?Did I Starclan?What did I do?Why am I being put through this?Why?'
His prayer was short.It was more like a bucket overflowing with questions of greif.He hated the fact that Starclan had taken his parents from him so early,and he couldn't stand it that Starclan had refused to answer him everytime he talked to them.Yet,he still kept all his faith for his ancestors though,even with the great burden of his parents death laying on his shoulders.He was angry and upset,never feeling so confused and alone.He sighed heavily and stood,walking torwards the apprentice den so he could maybe sleep off some of his sorrows.As his mother always said, "A good night's rest is the best medicene for an aching heart."
Crush:
None yet
Other:
I will create his grandma,Ascloud,soon....(just to lazy to do it at the moment ^_^)...
