Russetpaw

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/ibe8tc.jpg] [scrolly:h(373),w(320),sy]Name: Russetkit Russetpaw Russetnose Gender: Male Age: 13 moons Clan: Shadowclan Rank: Apprentice Personality: Many would say that Russetpaw is very eccentric, perhaps almost charismatic because of it. Eccentric he may be, but Russetpaw is far from charismatic. At times the tom can seem playful, but in reality, Russetpaw is in no mindset to engage in "frivolous activities". In fact, the brown cat is more prone to acting upon stories of heroes and leaders and tales of warriors. Much of Russetpaw's actions, thoughts, and beliefs are based off what he perceives as a hero. It's no hidden fact that this is his dream, not necessarily to be a leader, but to be well-known and looked up to. However, although he may not be as alluring to others, Russetpaw is not ignorant. He knows his show of heroic tendencies fail to really impose an impression, and because of this he can come off as very arrogant and cocky, yet Russetpaw's efforts to change himself are fruitless. Nonetheless, he inwardly craves that one day someone will notice that his "mask" is simply not an act. Perhaps he may act like a dunce at times, or present himself as a fearless, battle-heartened warrior, but Russetpaw still clings onto his hopes that he will be noticed. The results of this dream has pushed him to be the cat he is growing into. Although young, Russetpaw is a fighter and does not mind getting his paws a bit dirty, particularly when it comes to other clan cats. Sharp with his words and quick with his claws, he was born ready to battle. At times, the tom can seem to put on a facade of a great warrior, seeming to fear nothing. Although young, Russetpaw is certainly a force to be reckoned with. Quite well known to most cats, the battle of the mouth is just as important as a battle of claws to Russetpaw, sometimes even to his own clan mates. Of course, even out of this, one cannot deny his loyalty. There is not a single cat that can say “Russetpaw isn't loyal”; in fact, quite the opposite, Russetpaw is loyal to the bone and no one could say otherwise. Out of all his dreams of heroes and battles of tooth and claw, Russetpaw is still an apprentice. He makes many mistakes, perhaps more than others. In fact, the tabby tom does have quite a tendency to not listen to orders. He follows his heart more than his head, and tends to act before he thinks. Thus, Russetpaw is very prone to trouble, and from this, he is also a very adventurous cat with an endless streak of curiosity. He may not be very strategic, nor may he be the fastest, smartest, or most empathetic. However, Russetpaw has a large thirst for knowledge; he craves knowledge and yearns to explore new creatures and places. At the same time, the tom honestly does try to stay out of trouble. He sticks fast to his personal morals, but at times, his impulsive tendencies can lead him to the unknown. Appearance: (based off this cat) At a quick a dark orange color. However, on a more perceptive glance, one can see that his fur isn't actually much of a russet color. For the most part, Russetpaw has a nice brown coat, layered with several shades and tones. In general, the tabby's belly is a more of a russet color with splashes of a white-cream color, while his back is more of a slate brown to black. Of course, like any tabby, Russetpaw's fur is mingled with the trademark tabby stripes across his forehead, back, legs, and tails. The length ranges from quite short to a medium length, but overall, it's thick and does its job. Russetpaw's eyes are a nice pale yellow-green color, and they can seem a bit ominous at times. At a far glance, his face may seem lighter, but his body tends to give off a darker shade than the rest of his body. His fur ripples with vivid brown tones with dashes of a rich russet color. His body is a tad on the smaller side, and he's quiet lean and skinny, though he hopes to gain a bit of muscle as he grows. Russetpaw's proportions are just right, perhaps with a bit of a long body and a long tail, but maybe this just helps with his “charismatic” aspects. Certainly Russetpaw is a handsome cat, but he always tends to blow this image away with his words. Of course, if it wasn't his words that hinted his attitude, it was certainly his fur. Vivid, yet messy. Due to his headlong personality for adventure and battles, Russetpaw rarely takes the time to clean his fur. Occasionally he may rid his fur of ticks and fleas, but rarely will he ever take the time to actually groom himself. As a result, other cats may pick on him for it, Russetpaw simply brushes it off. Warriors don't have time to preen after all. History: Perhaps it's more of an opinion on whether Russetpaw has a short history, whether it's fortunate or unfortunate. However, one can confidently say that he sure has a life ahead of him. The tabby tom was born within the nursery of Shadowclan, the warmth of his family caressing him with the utmost care, just as most of his clan mates were. He grew up with one sibling, a twin brother by the name of Redkit. The two brothers were quite close, and were generally found by the clan tumbling around outside the nursery. the yowls of stories and remakes of historic battles and tragic heroes were mostly assumed to come from the two trouble makers. As a kit, the two were quite mischievous and there were many attempts to sneak out of the nursery to adventure around the camp, or even out side it. Never once were they successful, but alas, the adventures to come were much more creative and significant. After the vital apprenticeship of the young felines, the two began to separate. Redpaw began to concentrate on his skills to get stronger, rather than exercising his imagination and whimsical thoughts. On the other hand, Russetpaw simply became more detached with reality, thinking less and less about his own experiences and more on his fantasies. Thus so far, Ruessetpaw is the cat he is today. Perhaps he may change, perhaps not. Alas, Russetpaw is young and still has his own story to finish. Sample role play: Ashcloud narrowed her eyes over the border, as if she suspected a twoleg to come tumbling out any moment. Of course she had seen twolegs come out, it was Greenleaf after all. The prey was running well, and the forest was at its highest beauty. The muffles of distracted prey tumbling through the grass, the bright sky hanging over head, the wind blazing over the hills. Ah yes, the wind. The true place for a Windclan cat. Ashcloud couldn't imagine it any other way. "Ashcloud?" The feline flicked an ear in response, recognizing the voice right away. She hesitated, looking at the far off twoleg nest once more before turning around, "Skywhisker," she nodded in greeting, "I apologize about that." She sniffed, sticking her nose up as if it was really nothing. It wasn't, but you could never be too careful living next to the twolegs. Every cat hated them, tumbling through the clan's homes, scaring all the prey. Their actions were odd enough. All of Windclan knew they always left, very rarely were they interesting, more of a horrid Ashcloud thought. The long-haired tom nodded in patience, "Well I'm sorry for disturbing you. I believe it is time to head back though...?" His sentence dropped, unsure of whether he should be ordering the clan deputy. No, you don't order the deputy of the clan you live in. That is, unless you planned on leaving. Ashcloud studied her clan mate, who looked down and shuffled his paws in embarrassment. Skywhisker was a loyal cat, patient... shy... quiet...fast... a Windclan warrior. Ashcloud knew he meant no harm, he was simply thinking about his duties. How could she hold a grudge against that? Ashcloud wasn't always cold hearted. She could be kind, maybe not patient, but yes kind. As long as her warriors were doing their job, simply caring for their clan, all was well. Ashcloud let out a throaty purr, "Yes, I believe it is time to head back." Without a word, Skywhisker bobbed his head in relief and trotted back toward the rest of the patrol with Ashcloud on his tail. Nothing seemed wrong today, good. The feline could only hope it stayed like that. The two cats weaved through the soft-fringed grass, reaching the rest of the dawn patrol. Ashcloud glanced at the cats around them, none were missing. She must've been the last one, they were waiting for her. Ashcloud dipped her head in apology, receiving a few respectful glances back. She might have spotted some lustful glances, but all were ignored. All the cats knew not to pressure her, Ashcloud had a sharp tongue and if they didn't watch out they might end up beaten and battered. Ashcloud stood, just letting the wind blow across her back one last time before bounding down toward camp. Ashcloud didn't see anyone guarding, but she didn't expect to. Their camp was pretty much in a gorge, open to the free skies. No other clan would be able to attack them without them noticing early enough for Windclan to prepare themselves. Who would attack them anyway? Windclan cats are fast, strong, agile, the best. No other cat could outrun them or could out endure them. Their territory was on the beautiful rolling hills too! What cat would try to attack them? They would've seen it as far away as the lake! The beauty of being a Windclan cat. Ashcloud led the patrol down the worn-down path that led to the inner part of the camp. The path twisted and turned, but the ground beneath their paws were soft and littered with clumps of grass still. It would not hurt their paws. As they reached the end, the patrol split up as Ashcloud walked toward the base of Tallrock, Poppystar's den to give the report. Everything seemed calm in Windclan territory. The patrol did spot a fox, but they had chased it away. Ashcloud thought it was odd that the fox ran off in the direction of the twoleg nest. It worried her that the fox, realizing its mistake, would turn back. Her claws filed out of her paws, well if that happens we'll just have to chase it back. Ashloud mentioned the fact that no one was hurt and other than the fox, everything was calm. Just the way everyone liked it. As she finished, Ashcloud walked out of the den. As she was talking with Poppystar, other cats had begun to come out of their den. Ashcloud glanced around, she spotted a few warriors sharing tongues already in front of the warrior's den. A few already had their apprentices working. Ashcloud chuckled at their bodies feverishly scrabbling to and fro. That reminded the she-cat of her own apprentice. Now... where was she? Characters: Russetpaw Chatbox name: Russet _____________________________ | Tag | n/a | Words | Sample -> 792 | Notes | Sample was written about two or three years back. My writing has advanced since, obviously, but I haven't role played in years so... I think my average is around 500 words, but not 100% sure. [/scrolly]

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