Post by coelecanth on Aug 2, 2008 10:37:03 GMT -5
Name: Buzzardpaw
Definition: A vulture (Scavanging bird)
Gender: Male
Age: 6 moons
Clan: Eclipse Clan
Rank: apprentice
Looks: Buzzardpaw is a bit scraggly. He has a broad face. A fairly long muzzle with an orange nose sits upon it. He has almond shaped eyes. They are a dull yellow color. He also has large ears, but not so big it makes him look goofy. He has a slim body. His large shoulders provide him with power. He has a long tail. His long legs help him with jumping. He has large black paws which make him appear very awkward. The dark paws hold small but sharp claws. Slick short brown tabby fur covers his whole body. It is yet to be ridden with scars. Its dark colors help keep him warm in winter, but its shortness makes it easier for claws to reach his skin.
Actions: Buzzardpaw isn't very pleasant to be around. Most of the time he wears a smirk, or a disgruntled look. He enjoys sneering at others when they fail. He lacks respect. But still, he himself thinks he deserves it. He can tend to get pretty nasty if you tick him off. He is often very grumpy an is easily annoyed by nosy cats. when he is in a good mood, you can make friends with him, and he will back you up no matter what. On bad days, you will probably end up making yourself an enemy, no matter how nice you are. When he is upset about something, he likes to leave camp and if you try to talk to him he will just ignore you. When you first meet him, you will probably think of him as some annoying pest. He is the kind of person you will want to beat the stuffing out of until you get to know him. He will seem like a snappy idiot.
Past: Buzzardpaw had not much of a bad past. His parents were both Eclipse Clan warriors. They fell in love during a battle between the clans. They realized each other's strength and decided to have kits. They couldn't do it right away, so they went on patrols together and hunted together until a day when all was peaceful and they decide to have kits. She was a queen for a long while and made friends with the other queens. She would help take care of the other kits and help calm the fathers who kept coming in worried about their kits. It was a good couple of moons before the kits came. They finally came while the father was out hunting. It was a horrible birth. The queen went through much pain. When the kit popped out, she died, even with some kits still inside her. The father was heartbroken when he came back. He quickly scooped up the kit and named it Buzzardkit. Some queens had extra milk and let the new kit drink it. He was sad he never got any brothers or sisters. He wished he did, so he could have someone to play with. He also weeped for his mother, and he promised on her dead body, that he would become the best warrior ever. As he grew up, he had to play with the older kits, which got him into his habit of insulting. It made him feel not so small. He was always play fighting with them, they would all pretend to be leaders of a clan. Then they would battle and turn into a fluffy mess of fur. Back then it was pleasant. Then, when they left the nursery to become apprentices, Buzzardkit was all alone. His father started checking in on him even more than ever. But soon enough, he got his own naming ceremony.
In Character: The dark pelted apprentice stalked through the bushes. Sharp senses located some prey ears flicked forward and Buzzardpaw dropped exceptionally low. All was still, not even a breeze moved.
He was about to make his kill when the dead of night turned into day and the leafy surroundings turned into the apprentice den. He mumbled to himself as he stretched. He flicked his tail and walked out into the clearing. He remembered how hungry he was and walked over to the fresh kill pile to pick out some food. He took a fresh magpie and began to eat wolfishly. When he finished, he buried the bones and licked his face clean of any blood.
He headed for the entrance to camp. He passed through to the forest. It was vivid with green healthy foliage.He could smell the fresh prey waiting to be hunted. He listened to the cicadas chirp as her walked along to find the right piece of prey. He didn't plan to be gone long, so he slowed his pace as soon as he spotted a mouse. The tabby slowly stalked towards his meal and pounced. His jaws bit the back of its neck to quiet it down, in case his large shoulders and long legs had put enough force to kill it. her trotted back to camp with the fresh mouse to offer to an elder or two.
Relationships/Kin: Shadowfeather-Mother (dead)
Silentheart-Father
Other:
Codewords: Painting Portrait Of Ghosts
Definition: A vulture (Scavanging bird)
Gender: Male
Age: 6 moons
Clan: Eclipse Clan
Rank: apprentice
Looks: Buzzardpaw is a bit scraggly. He has a broad face. A fairly long muzzle with an orange nose sits upon it. He has almond shaped eyes. They are a dull yellow color. He also has large ears, but not so big it makes him look goofy. He has a slim body. His large shoulders provide him with power. He has a long tail. His long legs help him with jumping. He has large black paws which make him appear very awkward. The dark paws hold small but sharp claws. Slick short brown tabby fur covers his whole body. It is yet to be ridden with scars. Its dark colors help keep him warm in winter, but its shortness makes it easier for claws to reach his skin.
Actions: Buzzardpaw isn't very pleasant to be around. Most of the time he wears a smirk, or a disgruntled look. He enjoys sneering at others when they fail. He lacks respect. But still, he himself thinks he deserves it. He can tend to get pretty nasty if you tick him off. He is often very grumpy an is easily annoyed by nosy cats. when he is in a good mood, you can make friends with him, and he will back you up no matter what. On bad days, you will probably end up making yourself an enemy, no matter how nice you are. When he is upset about something, he likes to leave camp and if you try to talk to him he will just ignore you. When you first meet him, you will probably think of him as some annoying pest. He is the kind of person you will want to beat the stuffing out of until you get to know him. He will seem like a snappy idiot.
Past: Buzzardpaw had not much of a bad past. His parents were both Eclipse Clan warriors. They fell in love during a battle between the clans. They realized each other's strength and decided to have kits. They couldn't do it right away, so they went on patrols together and hunted together until a day when all was peaceful and they decide to have kits. She was a queen for a long while and made friends with the other queens. She would help take care of the other kits and help calm the fathers who kept coming in worried about their kits. It was a good couple of moons before the kits came. They finally came while the father was out hunting. It was a horrible birth. The queen went through much pain. When the kit popped out, she died, even with some kits still inside her. The father was heartbroken when he came back. He quickly scooped up the kit and named it Buzzardkit. Some queens had extra milk and let the new kit drink it. He was sad he never got any brothers or sisters. He wished he did, so he could have someone to play with. He also weeped for his mother, and he promised on her dead body, that he would become the best warrior ever. As he grew up, he had to play with the older kits, which got him into his habit of insulting. It made him feel not so small. He was always play fighting with them, they would all pretend to be leaders of a clan. Then they would battle and turn into a fluffy mess of fur. Back then it was pleasant. Then, when they left the nursery to become apprentices, Buzzardkit was all alone. His father started checking in on him even more than ever. But soon enough, he got his own naming ceremony.
In Character: The dark pelted apprentice stalked through the bushes. Sharp senses located some prey ears flicked forward and Buzzardpaw dropped exceptionally low. All was still, not even a breeze moved.
He was about to make his kill when the dead of night turned into day and the leafy surroundings turned into the apprentice den. He mumbled to himself as he stretched. He flicked his tail and walked out into the clearing. He remembered how hungry he was and walked over to the fresh kill pile to pick out some food. He took a fresh magpie and began to eat wolfishly. When he finished, he buried the bones and licked his face clean of any blood.
He headed for the entrance to camp. He passed through to the forest. It was vivid with green healthy foliage.He could smell the fresh prey waiting to be hunted. He listened to the cicadas chirp as her walked along to find the right piece of prey. He didn't plan to be gone long, so he slowed his pace as soon as he spotted a mouse. The tabby slowly stalked towards his meal and pounced. His jaws bit the back of its neck to quiet it down, in case his large shoulders and long legs had put enough force to kill it. her trotted back to camp with the fresh mouse to offer to an elder or two.
Relationships/Kin: Shadowfeather-Mother (dead)
Silentheart-Father
Other:
Codewords: Painting Portrait Of Ghosts
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