Post by RӴ☼U on Jan 20, 2008 19:41:18 GMT
.Basic Information.
Name: Tornpelt
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Clan: Skyclan
Rank: Deputy
.Details.
Personality: Tornpelt is a calm and collected tom; he always attempts to keep his emotions to himself, least, the negative ones. Even so, he can't help but show his anger more times then he'd like. He puts his clan before himself, always ready to die for them. Tornpelt also has a strong sense for the warrior code and it'd take a lot to have him go against it. Tornpelt enjoys hunting and just relaxing with his clan mates, ya'know, just being lazy from time-to-time.
Description: Tornpelt has gray fur with a few tints of brown, and some black, here and there; under the nose his fur is white spreading through his bottom jaw and ending at the neck. His eyes are also rimmed with a creamyish white. He keeps his fur well groomed and can be caught usually cleaning it in his spare time. Tornpelt has piercing golden eyes that never miss a thing and are always wandering. His tail is quite long, almost unnaturally long and is tipped off with white.
Picture: [.Tornpelt.]
History: Kit: Stonekit:
Stonekit was raised with a brother and two sisters. Like any normal kit he was full of energy, always playful, carefree, and careless. It wasn't until Shardkit, one of his sisters, disappeared that Stonekit began slowly changing...
Apprentice: Stonepaw:
It was barley a moon after Shardkit had gone missing. But the day had come, Stonekit was to become an apprentice at long last! Under the gaze of his clan's leader, Stonekit became Stonepaw and his brother and sister joined him in the apprentice's den. Make no mistake, Stonepaw trained hard, hard, and harder. It was clear he had potential; his dedication to his clan, his obedience to his mentor, and his obsession with being a great warrior took him far. It was sometime before he was to become a warrior. Rouges were found on SkyClan territory, Stonpaw had gone out on a patrol with his mentor and two other warriors. A battle ensued after the two groups came face-to-face, the rouges were driven off, but not before Stonepaw received a menacing injury on his shoulder. Half the shoulder was bare and he was losing a lot of blood...
Warrior: Tornpelt:
It was a few moons after the battle. Stonepaw had fully recovered, but his shoulder was left with only the slightest layer of fur. It came at last, his warrior ceremony. Stonepaw's leader chose a suitable name, one he didn't mind due to the truth behind it: Tornpelt. After his silent vigil he moved into the warrior den and life went on as normally as it could...
Deputy: Tornpelt:
His leader passed away. The deputy became the leader. Tornpelt didn't mind, she was a great cat as far as he was concerned. But then a shock came to him... He was made deputy...
In Character:
The sky was clear, even of moon and sun. It was that short time of twilight, when the moon sets before the sun rises. The air was still, nothing stridded for a few moments until a cat crawled out of the warrior den. He looked up thoughtfully as the stars began to dim, as if StarClan took a few minutes in the twilight to wish him a good day. A soft wind began to blow, sending a shiver down the cats spine as the chill met the thin hairs on the otherwise naked shoulder.
Tornpelt yawned and stretched before heading off toward the entrance to the camp. He had a tad bit of time before he'd have to get back to camp; outside of the camp Tornpelt's ears twitched and turned, trying to pick up any sounds. His ears twitched as the sound of a scurrying vole reached him a second after the wind brought a sent of mouse. With his mouth watering in the anticipation of fresh-kill Tornpelt drop to his haunches and extended his claws; in a stalking crouch he slowly patted through the brush until his found the mouse. The mouse turned around as Tornpelt sprang, but it was to late.
With the vole in his mouth Tornpelt wandered into back into camp as the first light broke over the horizon. He settled himself down in the some shade and slowly began eating as the the first cats began coming into the center of camp. He wearily watched as the dawn patrol took food from the fresh-kill pile, ate quickly, and set off to do their duty.
.eXtRa.
Skills: Tornpelt is able to jump pretty high, almost to high for a cat. He is also fierce fighter and great at stalking.
Scars: Only the one on his shoulder.
Other: Not really, no, not at the moment.
Name: Tornpelt
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Clan: Skyclan
Rank: Deputy
.Details.
Personality: Tornpelt is a calm and collected tom; he always attempts to keep his emotions to himself, least, the negative ones. Even so, he can't help but show his anger more times then he'd like. He puts his clan before himself, always ready to die for them. Tornpelt also has a strong sense for the warrior code and it'd take a lot to have him go against it. Tornpelt enjoys hunting and just relaxing with his clan mates, ya'know, just being lazy from time-to-time.
Description: Tornpelt has gray fur with a few tints of brown, and some black, here and there; under the nose his fur is white spreading through his bottom jaw and ending at the neck. His eyes are also rimmed with a creamyish white. He keeps his fur well groomed and can be caught usually cleaning it in his spare time. Tornpelt has piercing golden eyes that never miss a thing and are always wandering. His tail is quite long, almost unnaturally long and is tipped off with white.
Picture: [.Tornpelt.]
History: Kit: Stonekit:
Stonekit was raised with a brother and two sisters. Like any normal kit he was full of energy, always playful, carefree, and careless. It wasn't until Shardkit, one of his sisters, disappeared that Stonekit began slowly changing...
Apprentice: Stonepaw:
It was barley a moon after Shardkit had gone missing. But the day had come, Stonekit was to become an apprentice at long last! Under the gaze of his clan's leader, Stonekit became Stonepaw and his brother and sister joined him in the apprentice's den. Make no mistake, Stonepaw trained hard, hard, and harder. It was clear he had potential; his dedication to his clan, his obedience to his mentor, and his obsession with being a great warrior took him far. It was sometime before he was to become a warrior. Rouges were found on SkyClan territory, Stonpaw had gone out on a patrol with his mentor and two other warriors. A battle ensued after the two groups came face-to-face, the rouges were driven off, but not before Stonepaw received a menacing injury on his shoulder. Half the shoulder was bare and he was losing a lot of blood...
Warrior: Tornpelt:
It was a few moons after the battle. Stonepaw had fully recovered, but his shoulder was left with only the slightest layer of fur. It came at last, his warrior ceremony. Stonepaw's leader chose a suitable name, one he didn't mind due to the truth behind it: Tornpelt. After his silent vigil he moved into the warrior den and life went on as normally as it could...
Deputy: Tornpelt:
His leader passed away. The deputy became the leader. Tornpelt didn't mind, she was a great cat as far as he was concerned. But then a shock came to him... He was made deputy...
In Character:
The sky was clear, even of moon and sun. It was that short time of twilight, when the moon sets before the sun rises. The air was still, nothing stridded for a few moments until a cat crawled out of the warrior den. He looked up thoughtfully as the stars began to dim, as if StarClan took a few minutes in the twilight to wish him a good day. A soft wind began to blow, sending a shiver down the cats spine as the chill met the thin hairs on the otherwise naked shoulder.
Tornpelt yawned and stretched before heading off toward the entrance to the camp. He had a tad bit of time before he'd have to get back to camp; outside of the camp Tornpelt's ears twitched and turned, trying to pick up any sounds. His ears twitched as the sound of a scurrying vole reached him a second after the wind brought a sent of mouse. With his mouth watering in the anticipation of fresh-kill Tornpelt drop to his haunches and extended his claws; in a stalking crouch he slowly patted through the brush until his found the mouse. The mouse turned around as Tornpelt sprang, but it was to late.
With the vole in his mouth Tornpelt wandered into back into camp as the first light broke over the horizon. He settled himself down in the some shade and slowly began eating as the the first cats began coming into the center of camp. He wearily watched as the dawn patrol took food from the fresh-kill pile, ate quickly, and set off to do their duty.
.eXtRa.
Skills: Tornpelt is able to jump pretty high, almost to high for a cat. He is also fierce fighter and great at stalking.
Scars: Only the one on his shoulder.
Other: Not really, no, not at the moment.
