Post by Crow on Dec 29, 2008 22:51:50 GMT -5
About Your Character:
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Name:
Sandwhisker
Rank:
Warrior
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
34 moons
Clan:
JayClan
Beliefs:
Sandwhisker does believe in StarClan, but she's not the most avid believer. She's got no connection with them, and all her beliefs come from what her parents put on her. One day she hopes to become leader, if only to see the elusive StarClan- after all, she's got no intention of dying just to see some sparkly cats. After the storm, her opinion on StarClan did not change much. Admittedly, she's a bit more to the non-believing side now, but it could change quickly. After all, she'll believe in whatever will benefit her clan.
Mentor/Apprentice:
Foxpaw
Kin:
Stoneclaw (brother)
Dappledfur (mother, deceased)
Icepelt (father, elder)
Mate:
n/a
Appearance:
Sandwhisker is pretty large for a she-cat, definitely built for battle rather than hunting. Her fur is long and a bright orange color. Especially on her tail- which annoys her to no end. It makes it hard to fight decently with such a bushy tail.
Her whiskers are long and drooping, as well as being sensitive to many things. They sit on her long muzzle, which has a few scars from battle on it. Sandwhisker's eyes are a golden color, sometimes considered green in the right light. A faint (but long) scar runs from her right front leg to the middle of her right flank.
Personality:
Sandwhisker is pretty easy going, sometimes even considered lazy. But she's a good cat, always fighting for what's best for her clan. Because of this, she's extremely loyal, to the clan of course. Her ancestors are still pretty foggy to her.
When she wants to, Sandwhisker can be extremely serious, maybe even harsh. But she rarely likes to act this way- it takes to much effort. All of her energy goes into defending the clan, which she does by fighting. Whenever there's a battle of sorts, she prefers to fight it out. It's only when she's fighting do all traces of the lazy cat disappear.
When it comes to elders and older warriors, Sandwhisker treats them respect. She's aware of the time and trouble they've given to the clan and one day hopes to be as honored as they are. She doesn't like kits, however. She knows the part they play in the clan, but she prefers to ignore them all together. Apprentices are fine for her; she can't wait for her first one.
History:
Born and raised a normal clan cat, Sandwhisker was quite the troublesome kit. Always bugging the older warriors- it was obvious she was going to lead the life of a skilled fighter. She was larger than her brother, which, however odd, led cats to believe she would train hard in fighting. But when she became an apprentice, it showed the her size was her only use in battle. She was never good at learning the moves, and relies on brute strength to wins.
Not to say she doesn't win often, she's worked hard enough now to be a formidable opponent.
Before she became a warrior, Sandwhisker revealed her talent in tracking after she managed to track down a few foxes that were hanging around the territory. The clan was able to take care of them, and she was named for her tracking abilities, plus the fact that her whiskers are long and droopy.
She managed to make it through the storm, with many scars of course. Her mother, however, didn't. While the old she-cat survived the initial attack from the storm, she didn't make the journey to their new home. Sandwhisker became more reserved after this, but is opening up again, mostly because the turmoil between clans, and that she knows she'll be needed soon enough.
Roleplay Example:
"Mouse-dung!" The snarl rose from the forest, scaring off any prey that may have been hiding in the undergrowth. The she-cat's ears were flattened, a low hiss rising from her throat. That had been the third piece of prey she had missed today! And all because of her horrid tail. The limb was much too bushy for her liking, and made it near impossible to catch any thing. And she couldn't return to camp empty pawed- no. She needed to catch a bit of prey before the sun set, so she could eat when she returned. Shaking off the dirt that had accumulated on her pelt, the ginger she-cat left the small clearing, making her way to a puddle she had scented earlier. It was easy to scent- it being full of twoleg junk. But it would be of good use for her.
She found the puddle easily, her long whisker twitching at the scent. Nose wrinkled, the ginger cat dipped her bushy tail into the water, hating the feeling of the dirty water soaking into her fur. But she'd deal with it- for the sake of her clan.
After a moment of leaving her tail in the water, she pulled it out, not shaking it so the water would stay on. The limb was much flatter now, it's long ginger fur sticking close to the skin because of how wet it was. She held it high, so no dirt could catch on it. Once she was a decent way away from where she had yowled, the she-cat, Sandwhisker, began to track, keep her senses alert for any signs of prey.
As the sun began to set, Sandwhisker padded into camp, a few pieces of prey hanging limply from her jaws. Her tail had long since returned to what it normally was- annoying and bushy. But that didn't matter to her. She'd managed to catch enough prey for her clan, and that made every thing all right for now.[/center]