Post by eagleclaw on Sept 23, 2011 20:47:58 GMT -5
names:
gender: Tom
age: 2 Years.
clan: ThunderClan.
rank: Warrior.
personality:
Eagleclaw doesn’t trust easily. You must prove yourself to him before he will befriend you, and even that is rocky. But even though you might not be considered one of his friends he will go as far as to help you if he thinks ‘he has the time’ ,or, if he sees it to benefit him in anyway. Remember, you are a clan mate! If he doesn’t add you as one of his friends give him time, he’ll warm up to you despite the weather outside the warriors den. If he finds you very likeable, and it isn’t rare that he doesn’t find something he likes in a cat that he sometimes wishes he had (Charm, cunningness, wit, or some personality trait that makes that cat likeable.) he will tell you so, but if you are from a different clan, beware of this. It could mean something, it could not.
He is not ‘all-for-it’ when it comes to trusting other cats outside of his clan. If you are from RiverClan, ShadowClan, or WindClan you might want to watch your backs if you trespass onto ThunderClan territory, especially if you are a loner or a lost weak Kitty-pet. He is a very proud ThunderClan warrior, and will step up to defend his clan, and territory, when it is needed.
But this doesn't stop him from being negotiable and thoughtful. Underneath that cold exterior is a very thoughtful tom and he tries to make decisions as logically as possible without over stepping the boundary between Warrior and Deputy, and that is what makes him ambitious! Eagleclaw is willing to do just about anything to gain the rank of Deputy, and honestly what cat isn’t? Anything accept murder, he respects the Deputy too much too much for that. He believes that he might one day become deputy, even as a kit he has ‘dreamed’ of becoming deputy. But while his hopes are high, he remains as humble as he can. He respects the leader’s choices and if there is anything to be carried out he will do it.
As for his temper, let us just say that an apprentice is not something he could handle without exercising patience, which he lacks the most of. He is easily frustrated by a younger generation than his own or an older generation. This completely tries his thoughtfulness and makes it hard for him to control himself. On the other paw, he would do his best to train the apprentice in the ways of the clan and teach him/her in the ways of the warrior code. Especially if he wanted to become deputy of FrostClan one day.
Summary:
You must prove yourself to him before he’ll consider you as a friend to trust.
He himself is almost completely trustworthy!
His thoughts and actions are as logical as he can make them without overstepping the line between Warrior and Deputy.
His life-long ambition is to become Deputy at some point, but not to the extent of Murder.
He has self-control problems, and an apprentice would only push him to the limit and possibly overload, making him the least desirable mentor for apprentices; but having never been put in that position could end up being either good, bad or both! And being put in that position is the only way he would be able to be chosen for Deputy, and he knows it.
appearance:
Burly tom with long ginger and white fur, tabby striped, and Brown eyes with a small hint of green around the pupil.
Details
Starting at the head there are dark ginger tabby stripes, in the traditional tabby stripe form, and the ginger on his face is like a mask for the chin is white and that flows to his chest and covers his belly. On top there are dark and light layers of ginger that flow into each other seamlessly, starting from the head, down to the legs and covering his tail. It’s soft, but thick to keep out the penetrating cold of the weather on a daily basis. (And is a pain to keep clean all together.) His teeth are sharp and white and his nose is a soft pink. His eyes are round and light brown with a small ring of green around the pupil of each eye. Over his right eye there is a scratch – caused by a sharp rock he ran into once, nothing glorifying – and although you can’t really see it, for the fur is starting to grow back, there are scars on his flanks from an accident involving other cats from his clan. His two back paws are white and attached to those delicate, but large, paws are long sharp claws made for catching prey and ripping into another cats pelt when needed. Covering the claws are tuffs of fur, white in the back and ginger in the front. His legs are a little longer than the average cat, but not by much, making it easier to leap from bolder to bolder with ease, but that doesn't mean with grace.
history:
Eagleclaw is a clan born cat. His parents are Blacknose and Appleflower. Eagleclaw was born an only kit to Blacknose and Appleflower. Although it probably would have done him some good to have a sibling around, like a brother or a sister to play with instead of always off by himself to play. Sometimes, though, he would join the other kits in a game of catch. As Eaglekit, he wasn’t invited to most of the games the other kits were playing (Mainly tag and catch) either because he was sleeping or they were brutally honest and said they didn’t want to play with him. His mother felt a little sorry for him that he didn’t have a sibling to play with, but there was nothing the Queen could have done about it. And it wasn’t until he came close to apprenticeship that he decided he wanted to be deputy! And that he would work hard for his mentor, and even after he became a warrior. Shortly after his apprenticeship, his mother Appleflower disappeared.
He has never told this ambition to anyone, not even his mentor. He already knew he was going to have to train an apprentice before he could become deputy of the clan. But his mentor was cold-hearted, impatient and never seemed to get sick. Eaglepaw couldn’t stand his mentor! And it grated on his nerves! But he never snapped. Instead he adapted to his mentor’s personality and very slowly it began to wear off on his own personality. Eaglepaw grew more like his mentor, short-tempered and impatient. But all those times alone in the Apprentice’s den gave him time to think about his ambition. And he was determined to show his mentor, whom at this time was getting annoyed with his apprentice because he could never seem to do anything right, that he could pass the warriors assignment, and that he could be a great warrior! So when the assignment came, Eaglepaw went after it and he completed the assignment and became a warrior.
After a few moons of being without an apprentice, he began to wonder if his old mentor had, had something to do with it. Angered by this he instead devoted his time to hunting for the Clan, border patrols, and keeping his territory safe. Eagleclaw has also been known to take his anger out on whatever he could rake his claws into, excluding prey.
sample rp:
Never mind, I found the original. BAM!
{Eagleclaw when he was Eaglepaw, just so no one gets confused.}
Cold, hard eyes narrowed as they watched their prey – a fish – swim steadily against the harsh flow of the river water. And before the fish had time to react a large ginger colored paw struck out and wrapped it’s long claws around it’s scaly skin and flung it onto the river bank. The eyes watched the fish, with an abnormal delight; wriggle this way and that on the shore struggling to make its way back to the river. Suddenly sharp claws and teeth fell upon it, and ended its life.
The ginger apprentice looked at his kill with pride. It was the biggest fish he had caught yet! ‘And I’ll catch even bigger ones when I’m a warrior!’ he thought as he imagined himself as a warrior, and one day perhaps even deputy of his clan! “That was a good catch, Eaglepaw!” A sharp, high pitched voice cut into his fantasies, jolting Eaglepaw into a defensive position. Ears flat, tail low, fur puffed up (but also standing on end) to make himself look bigger than he actually was. His eyes narrowed, scanning the rocky snow covered terrain to find the pelt that belonged to the voice. When he had found the pelt it was that of a newer apprentice, Patchpaw. She blended in well the snow covered rock she perched upon, fluffed up and excited. ‘How long has she been there watching me?’ He wondered to himself. Relaxing a bit, he couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed with how perky she had sounded. “Where’s your mentor, Patchpaw?” Eaglepaw asked, the annoyance seeping into his voice. ‘She should be with her mentor instead of off alone… and where is Darkfur?’ Darkfur was his mentor, and he was ‘fishing’ a little ways down the river, or so he wanted Eaglepaw to think. “Fallenfoot is-” A voice cut her off only to replaced with another female voice, “Right here.” A sleek brown she-cat stepped from behind one of the boulders. Patchpaw jumped down from the rock and stood beside her mentor. “Fallenfoot is showing me the territory! So far we’ve seen…” Fallenfoot rested her tail on her tail on her apprentices shoulder and Patchpaw fell silent. Eaglepaw held back a small smirk; it wouldn’t look good in front of a seasoned warrior like Fallenfoot. “You’ll be able to tell Eaglepaw all about your adventures later on this evening when you back to camp. We have a lot of territory see so we had better get going.” Fallenfoot instructed Patchpaw. The young apprentice sighed and nodded. Like he wanted to hear about the territory for the hundredth time! Rolling his eyes, like his mentor does when he says something stupid, Eaglepaw didn’t say anything further.
Just then the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow came to Eaglepaw’s ears. Sniffing he detected the scent of his mentor, Darkfur. “Eaglepaw, are you going to stand there talking all day, or are you going to grab that fish and follow me back to camp?” Darkfur asked, not bothering to acknowledge that Fallenfoot and Patchpaw were standing over to one side. Eaglepaw gave an irritated sigh, picked up his fish and followed his mentor. ‘Why doesn’t he have anything?’ He wondered to himself, ‘He probably took a nap in a nice cold shady place while I did all the work.’
The wind whistled among the rocks at the entrance of the cave, and grew fainter as the ginger tom walked deeper into the tunnels. Eaglepaw carried his fish through the tunnels, his eyes adjusting slowly to the dimness, to take it to the fresh-kill pile. Past the Warrior’s den, past the apprentice’s den and finally the Fresh-kill pile. ‘It’s a good thing I caught a large fish, it will make the pile look a little bigger.’ Obviously hunting hadn’t gone too well the hunting patrols, or hunting patrols were just sent out. Setting his fish on the pile he turned to leave when someone said, “Take that fish to the Elders. I’m sure they’re hungry.” Assuming it was his mentor he sighed and turned. To his surprise it was his father, Blacknose, who had given the order. Nodding, Eaglepaw picked his fish off the fresh-kill pile and took it to the elders…
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