Post by moof on Dec 31, 2008 13:16:21 GMT -5
About Your Character:
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Name:
Stonepaw
Rank:
Apprentice
Gender:
Tom
Age:
9 moons
Clan:
JayClan
Beliefs:
Stonepaw believes in StarClan. Although there had been a horrid storm that had ripped the Clans apart, he believes that there had to be some sort of warning. Maybe none of that cats had caught the sign, or something. His faith still remains with StarClan.
Mentor/Apprentice:
Unknown at the moment. Any takers?
Kin:
His mother died when he was 5 moons old [Whitestripe]. The other two kits [his mother hadn't named them yet] died shortly after they were born. Stonepaw never knew his father, but was told stories of him. [Thornclaw].
Mate:
None
Appearance:
Stonepaw is averaged sized for his age. His fur is short and thin, and it sticks to his lithe figure rather tightly. The apprentice is light on his paws, which is good for hunting, because he sneaks up on prey quite easily. He has short, but muscular legs. His ears are big and pointed, with little white fuzzies that stick out everywhere.
Stonepaw doesn't have many scars, just very damaged pads. The journey to their new home took its toll on his paws, and they are still healing. His claws, though, are in good condition. They don't dull very easily, and are quite sharp. As for his teeth, they remain smallish. He is still sort of "teething". Stonepaw catches himself gnawing on things.
His pelt consists of three colors; Black, silver and white. The main color of his fur is a silverish/gray color, and fades out into white in some areas. Spots are splashed down Stonepaw's sides and back, and fade out a bit on his muzzle. Dark stripes run across his legs, tail and face. The markings clear out completely when it comes down to Stonepaw's feet. They are completely white [well, except of the pads on the bottom of his paws, of course. Those are black.] His eyes are large, and grassy-green colored, with a bit of a yellow outline to them. His nose is black and plain.
Personality:
Stonepaw is a very optomistic cat. He always tries to bring out the best in other cats, and makes friends quite easily. His loyalty and faithfulness to his buds makes them want to keep him around [or so he hopes so...]. The tom hates fighting. Not physically, but mentally or vocal, rather. At the first sign of a corral, he backs down and apologizes to the cat. On the other hand, physical fighting he loves. His quick wits and speedy movements are an advantage to Stonepaw, when in combat. Though, he is quite small, so if a bigger cat got a hold of him, it would not be good.
He is a bit of a spazz, though. Stonepaw is extremely hyper-active sometimes, and tires many cats out. He talks alot, and jumps around. Staying still for too long will make Stonepaw very restless. He struggles at Gatherings, sitting there, waiting for the leaders to finish their Clan reports. Not implying that Stonepaw doesn't respect or care for the Clan. He adores his Clan! Stonepaw strives to be the best cat possible, and follows his heart [which can get him into trouble sometimes].
Also, Stonepaw has his moments of depression. These depressing times can last from anywhere to a minute to a moon. Once he starts thinking about his mother, his lost kin... he feels alone, lost in the world. But eventually the phases fade away and he is him jolly self once again.
History:
I tend to write little clips of their history. Like little stories, that were important to them or something.
Stonekit---5 moons
-;-Story-;-
The kit blinked opened his eyes slowly. A yawn escaped his jaws, and he stretched his limbs. Stonekit peered around the nursery, eyes searching. It took a few heartbeats to get used to the darkness of the moonless night. "Mommy?" He called, his voice sounding empty in the den. No answer.
Stonekit silently crept out of the Nursery, into the chilly air. He shivered. Why was it so cold all of the sudden? The kit looked around the clearing. Where is she? He asked himself, starting to worry. Maybe she just went hunting... or is making dirt... He tried to calm his worried thoughts.
A breeze blew by, tugging at Stonekit's fur. A familiar scent wafted by, catching his attention. Mommah! He realized, then stuck his nose on the ground. The scent trail was soon found, and it was pretty recent. Stonekit began to follow the trail, and without realizing it, he waltzed right out of camp.
Stumbling through the darkness, the scent grew stronger. He knew he was close. Stonekit's front paw suddenly and unexpectidely hit something, and he toppled to the ground. His mother's scent was extremely strong now. He knew the thing that had tripped him was his mother's body.
Stonekit quickly jumped to his feet and looked down at the lump on the ground. "Whitestripe?" He muttered, confused. "Why are you on the ground?" Stonekit questioned. The she-cat didn't answer, or make any movements, for that matter. He realized, with a jolt, that she was not breathing. Is she dead!?! She can't be dead!! She's my mother! Thoughts rushed through his head quickly. He felt dizzy, and had to concentrate as he bent his head closer to the limp body's chest.
With a despaired grunt, Stonekit yanked his head up. He jabbed at Whitestripe with his claws. How did this happen?!? She was fine yesterday! After some time, Stonekit finally gave up. He plopped down on the ground, and rested his head on his mother's body.
Whitestripe was dead.
Stonepaw
After his mother's death, the last moon of Stonepaw's kithood was not fun. He was taken care of by other queens, pittied by his Clanmates, and he almost had to wait another moon until his apprentice-ship began. But he had begged and pleaded. Becoming an apprentice was the only hope that he had left. It would certainly take his mind off of things for awhile, and it would be something fun for a change.
And it was. He became happier when he became an apprentice, but he had his days. Stonepaw becomes depressed every now and then, and needs a good pep talk to keep him going. But usually he is pleasent. So far, he has had a normal apprentice life. Battle training, hunting, the norm.
Roleplay Example:
Could the whole History thing be my RP example? Possibly?
xD I'm too lazy to do one right now.
If not, I will make one later!
I just noticed that Whitestripe [his mommah] is the name of a band... without the 's'. I luff the Whitestripes! Haha.
