Post by rowanstreak - * on Oct 25, 2011 18:05:51 GMT -5
gender: Tom.
age: Twenty six moons.
clan: ThunderClan.
rank: Warrior.
personality:
appearance:
The short-furred tom is lean, built upon tall, slender limbs. Compared to his slender build, his paws look almost too large for him to carry, however, he has adapted to them, learning to be unnoticeable with such heavy feet. Aside from that oddity, Rowanstreak sports a crooked tail, courtesy of a fall from a tree. The middle of the tom's tail gradually shifts to the right, positioned almost back to its original form by the medicine cat. His balance is slightly hindered, though nothing serious enough to ruin his career as a warrior. [/div][/ul]
history:
"Hawkflame, your loss... I can't relate but-" Flowertail hadn't been able to continue, torn from the scene before her. Hawkflame exited the den, wrought with agony, leaving the medicine cat to prepare the burial and the queen to bring the unknowing kit into her care.
He had been given a name, though one with such a negative connotation, that Flowertail couldn't bare to even to utter it from her mouth. "Rowankit," she decided finally, at moonhigh, as the elder's carried the kit's mother outside the camp. "One day, you'll rise. Rise as tall as the highest trees among the forest - from a fragile sapling, to a sturdy, strong, unmovable force."
Hawkflame was never a part of Rowan's life. He stood, distant, at the boy's apprentice ceremony. He listened, lifelessly, at the news of his assessment. He was passed by countless times by his own son, failing to acknowledge his existence. In the end, Rowanpaw lived, as Hawkflame's loneliness led to his untimely death. Rowanpaw was saddened over the loss of a fellow clanmate, though never heard the truth of their relationship from Flowertail.
The brown tom's life had been a peaceful one, to say the least. He wasn't as social as Flowertail would have liked him to be and often times, his mouth got him into trouble, but Rowanpaw was steadfast and determined. A fall from the Ancient Oak resulted in a broken tail and discipline for disobeying his mentor, but the lesson was learned, also giving Rowanpaw the fear of falling - the fear of having nothing beneath him, the fear of helplessness.
His warrior ceremony had been delayed ever so slightly, but once it was due, he was bestowed the name of Rowanstreak for his quick, fleet-footed movements and thinking, and for the dark strip of color down his back. Moons after, his 'mother', Flowertail was sent to the Elder's Den. Her removal from normal clan life had upset the tom, though he knew she deserved the rest and respect. Her passing hadn't hindered him, as the night before, she spoke softly, calmly to him. Wishing that he worked hard to maintain the foundation of the Clan, much like how the great Rowans were the base of the forest. [/div][/ul]
sample rp:
And again, Kouta's eyes met amber ones, followed by the slight lean with the introduction. Thankfully, he tuned out whatever distractions he could, his hand patting over his textbook and then the notebook, flipping it shut. His fingers tapped on the worn cover. "Kaa-nayy," He repeated the name to himself, drawing out the two single syllables and saying it loud enough for the other to hear. The way it left his mouth felt just right, how his tongue touched the roof of his mouth before falling flat and... Kouta wondered where that positivity of his had gone. His smile had returned in three point five seconds. "Kouta Morioka. Nice to meet you."
Now that he knew Kane's name, he had felt somewhat accomplished. Easily pleased Kouta's eyes roamed towards the open book opposite of him, giving him the slight reminder he came here to complete a task - not daydream and speak to his new genuinely handsome friend of sorts. He knew that he wasn't going to get anything done, but he'd rather be optimistic. Hope. "You usually come to the library? Makes me wonder exactly what I've been missing here." He spoke casually, stifling a laugh as his lips pursed shut. Well, no shame there. Those that knew him well would tell anyone he had the habit of speaking before thinking, and in situations like these, he was oblivious to his quite obvious flirting. And even when he did flirt intentionally, he never meant anything by it - much like his jokes. Kouta reached across the table, taking the single notebook which belonged to Kane before flipping haphazardly through the pages. He glanced upwards through his lashes at the brunet before slowing on a page as if he knew in particular what he was looking at. Psychiatry. Comparable to his psychology notes. Somewhat.
Placing the notebook on top of his own ( he'd return it soonish ), he rocked back in the chair, lifting his feet off the ground to edge the sturdy legs of the furniture further off the floor. "Y'know, when its time for me to talk my ass off, I never have anything to say." How true was that? "Amuse me, sir."[/div][/ul]
characters: just rowanstreak.
c-box name: rein.[/size][/ul]
