Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Apr 20, 2008 20:30:33 GMT -5
Name --
Coalclaw
Age --
53 or so
Gender --
Tom
Alignment --
Good or Light or whatever it's called
Clan --
Gorgeclan
Rank --
Warrior(Adult)
Picture --
www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Bakewell/BlackBakewellCat4.jpg
Appearance --
Coalclaw is very much like his sister in appearance. He is medium in size, muscular but neither compact nor rangy.He has a surprising weight for his size. His head is pleasingly rounded with no sharp angles. A face full with considerable breadth between the eyes blending gently into a broad, rounded, well-developed muzzle. His ears are medium in size and set well apart with a slight forward tilted; broad at base with slightly rounded tips. His eyes are set far apart and rounded. At first glance the color of his eyes are just yellow, but in truth it ranges from gold, in the light, to copper, in more shaded areas. Coalclaw posseses a straight tail that is medium in length. His coat, like his sister even more, is fine and short.
Short Description --
A medium-sized tom with gold to copper eyes and a black pelt.
Personality --
Coalclaw is real, honest, helpful and analytical. The proper word is calculative. He can pick out every detail and when something isn't right he wont stop till he has fixed it. Anal would work better her, well that or he has obbsessive compulsive disorder. He sleeps less, because he's always thinking about how to improve something or how to fix it. He is modest and humble about all that he does. He gives it all to anything that he does. Like a bee he is a hard worker and like a bee he does things that others think are impossible. He can here the word no but he just chooses not to comprhend it. He can be stubborn and strong willed, most times, but at heart he's really like a teddy bear.
History --
Coalclaw was born to Mountianclan of a loner mother and a warrior for a father and had only one sibling. His mother disappeared a few moons after giving birth and left his father to do the hard work. Coalclaw was the exact opposite of his sister from the beginning, he was honest and helpful, but all that meant was that he was most certainly his mother's son. His training went off without a hitch, though he was partial to hunting, his mentor said he made a much better fighter.
He was made a warrior and then his sister was, Ravencloud was her warrior name and little did he know that his sister would one day be leader. A bloody battle took place shortly after their naming ceremony and they both lost their father, Shadowheart. Shortly after that, another battle took place between Marshclan and Coalclaw having long since felt that fighting was pointless for the peace of the Clans fled from the battle.
He did not know it then, but they held a vigil for him. He stayed mostly in loner territory and during that time took whatever information the loners had from Mountianclan, which was very little. For a short time he lived as a kittypet- a warm place to sleep and food to eat was better that starving in leafbare. When his sister died, he did not know it but when StarClan fell he felt it. He knew something terrible had happened and rushed to his former Clan but found nothing, not even kits-kits he assumed had vanished with thier parents. After he searched the all the Clan territory he resigned to staying in what had once been MountianClan territory. Now, he waits for the Clans to rise once agian.
Lineage --
Father: Shadowheart, deceased
Mother: Unknown, missing
Siblings: Ravenstar, deceased
Kits: None
RP Sample --
The young black tom moved with a simple sort of grace, a slight limp to his walk. He would occaisionally cast his golden look backwards, praying to StarClan no one saw him flee. The forest moved by him slowly, too slowly he thought, but he could not move much faster. He left his old territory for a new kind, loner territory he assumed. A lone barn, peeling red paint on all sides, loomed on the horizon and he slowed his pace, stopping to breath but then speeding along at a decent pace.
He poked his head through a hole in the side and caught the scent of fat, plump mice. He slipped in quietly, a bit of black fur catching on a bit of wood, he did not notice. He collapsed onto a pile of hay, his breathing more ragged. What has happened to the peace?...
Coalclaw
Age --
53 or so
Gender --
Tom
Alignment --
Good or Light or whatever it's called
Clan --
Gorgeclan
Rank --
Warrior(Adult)
Picture --
www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Bakewell/BlackBakewellCat4.jpg
Appearance --
Coalclaw is very much like his sister in appearance. He is medium in size, muscular but neither compact nor rangy.He has a surprising weight for his size. His head is pleasingly rounded with no sharp angles. A face full with considerable breadth between the eyes blending gently into a broad, rounded, well-developed muzzle. His ears are medium in size and set well apart with a slight forward tilted; broad at base with slightly rounded tips. His eyes are set far apart and rounded. At first glance the color of his eyes are just yellow, but in truth it ranges from gold, in the light, to copper, in more shaded areas. Coalclaw posseses a straight tail that is medium in length. His coat, like his sister even more, is fine and short.
Short Description --
A medium-sized tom with gold to copper eyes and a black pelt.
Personality --
Coalclaw is real, honest, helpful and analytical. The proper word is calculative. He can pick out every detail and when something isn't right he wont stop till he has fixed it. Anal would work better her, well that or he has obbsessive compulsive disorder. He sleeps less, because he's always thinking about how to improve something or how to fix it. He is modest and humble about all that he does. He gives it all to anything that he does. Like a bee he is a hard worker and like a bee he does things that others think are impossible. He can here the word no but he just chooses not to comprhend it. He can be stubborn and strong willed, most times, but at heart he's really like a teddy bear.
History --
Coalclaw was born to Mountianclan of a loner mother and a warrior for a father and had only one sibling. His mother disappeared a few moons after giving birth and left his father to do the hard work. Coalclaw was the exact opposite of his sister from the beginning, he was honest and helpful, but all that meant was that he was most certainly his mother's son. His training went off without a hitch, though he was partial to hunting, his mentor said he made a much better fighter.
He was made a warrior and then his sister was, Ravencloud was her warrior name and little did he know that his sister would one day be leader. A bloody battle took place shortly after their naming ceremony and they both lost their father, Shadowheart. Shortly after that, another battle took place between Marshclan and Coalclaw having long since felt that fighting was pointless for the peace of the Clans fled from the battle.
He did not know it then, but they held a vigil for him. He stayed mostly in loner territory and during that time took whatever information the loners had from Mountianclan, which was very little. For a short time he lived as a kittypet- a warm place to sleep and food to eat was better that starving in leafbare. When his sister died, he did not know it but when StarClan fell he felt it. He knew something terrible had happened and rushed to his former Clan but found nothing, not even kits-kits he assumed had vanished with thier parents. After he searched the all the Clan territory he resigned to staying in what had once been MountianClan territory. Now, he waits for the Clans to rise once agian.
Lineage --
Father: Shadowheart, deceased
Mother: Unknown, missing
Siblings: Ravenstar, deceased
Kits: None
RP Sample --
The young black tom moved with a simple sort of grace, a slight limp to his walk. He would occaisionally cast his golden look backwards, praying to StarClan no one saw him flee. The forest moved by him slowly, too slowly he thought, but he could not move much faster. He left his old territory for a new kind, loner territory he assumed. A lone barn, peeling red paint on all sides, loomed on the horizon and he slowed his pace, stopping to breath but then speeding along at a decent pace.
He poked his head through a hole in the side and caught the scent of fat, plump mice. He slipped in quietly, a bit of black fur catching on a bit of wood, he did not notice. He collapsed onto a pile of hay, his breathing more ragged. What has happened to the peace?...
