Post by ryroo on Feb 6, 2008 18:13:53 GMT -5
Name: Larkclaw
Gender: Tom(male)
Age: 28 moons
Clan: EclipseClan, if possible?
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Larkclaw is a dark smoky gray in colour, with white streaking the back of his front paws and under his tail. His coat is long, with only a few patches of shorter fur near his paws. His name comes from the curvature and razor-sharp look of his talon-like front claws, which normally stick out just slightly from his paws. In contrast to his common-colour pelt, his eyes stick out like a sore thumb. They're a rich green, often changing with the lighting of his surroundings. Lastly, his defect (you think I would really put in a perfect?) would have to be his ears- short, torn and nearly bald from fights as a kit.
Actions: Well, seven sentences about this grump.
Larkclaw is stingy, impatient, and very easily annoyed. A drop of water on his pelt can set him off with a complaint or two.
You would think at a first impression, that this cat is the rudest one you'll ever meet, and you would probably be right.
He changes for no one, and in some light that's a good thing.
His weakness is, of course, a she-cat with a fair temepr to match his own.
Past: Kithood.:
As a young kit, Larkclaw was the boisterous fighter with a tendency for violence. He often blew up at antoher kit's complaining or what not, and these outbursts usually ended in his own blood spattering his 'victim'.
Apprenticeship.:
Made an apprentice at a younger age than his sisters, Larkclaw worked his tail off trying to impress his mentor. When his mentor passed away, he tried to train himself to be a better warrior than the rest. He failed, and was taken under the wing of his ex-rogue father, who trained his son to kill. Larkclaw took no heed of the unethical methods of his father, and thus, did not turn out a murderous tyrant as his bloodline.
Warriorship.;
Larkclaw became a warrior at 14 moons of age, and has since tried to make the best impression on his leader as possible, to try and rid himself of his past 'murder training'.
In Character:
A pair of glittering, forest green eyes melded with the black shadow blanket that so heavily covered this forest. They foceused one one object- a gray mouse scuffling in the short grass. Locking on to the prey, the matching green fires burned intensely, only softening when the claws met in coarse gray fur.
The mouse squealed, and went limp as sharp white teeth closed around its neck.
Stepping from the blackness, the predator, mouse dangling from its jaws, let the light shine on its own shadowy gray pelt.
"Stupid mouse never heard me coming," the cat growled to himself. Of course, he had to complain. It satisfied his false frustration over his supposedly dim-witted prey.
(there's more to this, but it would involve another role player's cat. Conversation and such.)
Relationships/Kin: As mentioned above, Larkclaw's father, Ravenwing, who was killed in a fox attack.
Both of his sisters mysertiously passed away in apprenticeship. Their names were Birdpaw and Robinpaw.
Other: Not really.
Codewords: Poison tears crash down.
Gender: Tom(male)
Age: 28 moons
Clan: EclipseClan, if possible?
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Larkclaw is a dark smoky gray in colour, with white streaking the back of his front paws and under his tail. His coat is long, with only a few patches of shorter fur near his paws. His name comes from the curvature and razor-sharp look of his talon-like front claws, which normally stick out just slightly from his paws. In contrast to his common-colour pelt, his eyes stick out like a sore thumb. They're a rich green, often changing with the lighting of his surroundings. Lastly, his defect (you think I would really put in a perfect?) would have to be his ears- short, torn and nearly bald from fights as a kit.
Actions: Well, seven sentences about this grump.
Larkclaw is stingy, impatient, and very easily annoyed. A drop of water on his pelt can set him off with a complaint or two.
You would think at a first impression, that this cat is the rudest one you'll ever meet, and you would probably be right.
He changes for no one, and in some light that's a good thing.
His weakness is, of course, a she-cat with a fair temepr to match his own.
Past: Kithood.:
As a young kit, Larkclaw was the boisterous fighter with a tendency for violence. He often blew up at antoher kit's complaining or what not, and these outbursts usually ended in his own blood spattering his 'victim'.
Apprenticeship.:
Made an apprentice at a younger age than his sisters, Larkclaw worked his tail off trying to impress his mentor. When his mentor passed away, he tried to train himself to be a better warrior than the rest. He failed, and was taken under the wing of his ex-rogue father, who trained his son to kill. Larkclaw took no heed of the unethical methods of his father, and thus, did not turn out a murderous tyrant as his bloodline.
Warriorship.;
Larkclaw became a warrior at 14 moons of age, and has since tried to make the best impression on his leader as possible, to try and rid himself of his past 'murder training'.
In Character:
A pair of glittering, forest green eyes melded with the black shadow blanket that so heavily covered this forest. They foceused one one object- a gray mouse scuffling in the short grass. Locking on to the prey, the matching green fires burned intensely, only softening when the claws met in coarse gray fur.
The mouse squealed, and went limp as sharp white teeth closed around its neck.
Stepping from the blackness, the predator, mouse dangling from its jaws, let the light shine on its own shadowy gray pelt.
"Stupid mouse never heard me coming," the cat growled to himself. Of course, he had to complain. It satisfied his false frustration over his supposedly dim-witted prey.
(there's more to this, but it would involve another role player's cat. Conversation and such.)
Relationships/Kin: As mentioned above, Larkclaw's father, Ravenwing, who was killed in a fox attack.
Both of his sisters mysertiously passed away in apprenticeship. Their names were Birdpaw and Robinpaw.
Other: Not really.
Codewords: Poison tears crash down.
