Post by idk my bff brindle on Mar 27, 2008 14:54:47 GMT -5
I am called by: Snakeroot
I was born a: Tom
I have been alive: 30 moons
My loyalty is sworn to: MoonClan
I pride myself as a: Warrior
Describing my beauty is difficult:
[Head]
Snakeroot has a wide, flat head with a fluffy muzzle. His cheekbones are wide and slanted. His ears are smaller and rounder then usual ears, and they contain large tufts of fur. He has longer whiskers then normal. His fur is very short, though he still retains small kitten fuzz on the outside of his lower jaw. He has deep green eyes like the scales of a snake, probably where his name came from. They seem to always carry a malicious glint in them.
[Body]
Snakeroot is rather large, though he claims (and he could well be right) that it's all muscle. His back legs are lithe, whereas his front legs and shoulders and larger and more powerful. So he's a good fighter but not so good at leaping around. His body is covered with deep brown fur that lightens up as his underbelly. His pelt is criss-crossed by coal black stripes that seem to rub off and fade into the brown by their edges. His tail is short and fluffy, ringed by black stripes and a white tail-tip.
I may not always be right but I'm never wrong:
As you may be able to see from the titles of the sections, Snakeroot is a quite arrogant cat. He prides himself on being better then others at everything he does. He can be quite a mean cat, insulting and teasing others, but he does have a good core, and he would fight to defend any relation or friend. He's actually an ambitious cat, and he wants to be deputy and then leader. He doesn't understand the fact that compassion is needed for these posts, however.
Being the ambitious cat, he isn't overly ambitious. Infact, he is completely loyal to everything his leader says and will obey it without questioning the order. He'll do anything to suck up to any cat in a high position. Snakeroot isn't a killer, but he will if he has to. He believes his Clan has to act as a unit and even the death of one of his Clanmates is good if it makes the Clan as a whole stronger. Clan comes before friendships, goes his mentality.
My past, it clouds my thoughts:
[Before Birth]
Snakeroot's parents were average warriors who fell in love one night after saving each other on patrol. She became a queen and he fathered her kits. After they were born, the father faded out into the background and the mother only existed to care for her kits.
[Kithood]
Snakekit was born the largest kit of his litter, dwarfing Cloudkit and significantly larger then Flamekit. He dominated the others, ordering them around and telling them what to do. He would insult them if they failed to comply and tease them about their size. He liked to pick on the other kits and always thought he would be leader some day. He laughed at the idea of medicine cats.
Then Soulkit came.
She was his foster sister, and Snakekit hated her from first sight. Once, he even tried to lure her off to her doom. He would barrage her with taunts until she trembled. She had attitude.
[Apprenticeship]
Snakepaw was apprenticed to a very awful new warrior by the name of Softlyfallen. The young apprentice always thought he was better then his mentor. He became less hostily to Soulpaw, though he would still tease her, espcially about Nightpaw.
Warriorhood
Snakeroot became a good warrior, and the young kits looked up to him, even though he disliked kits and thought they were weak. He also disliked queens, but he knew they were necissary. He began to insult Soulmistake less and less. When Nightfalling died, he knew he needed to become a strong brother figure for her. He did so, showing the goodness in his heart. When she recovered, he went back to their verbal sparring, now almost friendly.
Here I am:
A pair of pale green eyes stared out from under the bush, unblinking and silent. Without warning, the brown tabby moved out from the bracken and into the small clearing, the sun catching his well-defined black stripes. He opened his muzzle softly, warm and tangy scents filling his mouth. A noise caught his attention and he turned, ears flattening as he crept towards it. Carefully placing his paws on the treeroots to avoid the crackling of the dead leaves, Snakeroot grinned as he drew closer to his prey. Rounding the mottled grey trunk, the tom twitched his whiskers in satisfaction. Nearly there, nearly there. And then he saw it. A small mouse, cleaning it's whiskers. As he leapt, paws outstretched, the mouse looked up and ran. It's escape attempt was futile and Snakeroot caught it with ease. Looking up, he was astonished to find himself in the grassy hills. It was a long way from the Silver Rock where he had started hunting. Grumbling, the tabby picked up his prey and went to bury it.
To love to be:
Sister;; Flamefeathers, Cloudrings.
Fost Sister;; Soulmistake.
Other:
UHM Nothin. Might be mates with Mudfur..?
Codewords:
I feel the sting of poison
I feel the sting of tears
I watch the world crash
I don't care if it goes down
