Post by °•Spots•° on Jan 31, 2007 19:32:41 GMT -5
Name: Thornclaw
Gender: Tom
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: 14 moons
Position: Deputy
Description:
Thornclaw is a handsome brown tabby, with hints of silver and white is his beautiful pelt. His gorgeous amber eyes are always friendly, yet strict and firm. He has lots of thick, soft fur, which is very smooth and well-kept. He is on the large side, with massive shoulders and a big build, this gives him lots of strength and power, so he depends on strength and size when in battle, not speed and agility. It is harder for him to move fast because he has much more to move around, everything on his body is bigger than that of an average cat, so you can't blame him for being a slow runner. His paws are certainly not delicate, but are huge and have lots of power with amazingly sharp claws. He is very cordinated with these four feet, and doesn't stumble very often, his paws oversizedness helps him battle, and keeps him steady and support him well when walking or jumping. Thornpaw has a black nose and pearly white whiskers, with black fur forming in rings around his pale dirty brown tail. Thornclaw as no pale white spots whatsoever, only the flecks of silver and white throughout his pelt, giving it more of his color. Black dots are in parts of his pelt aswell. A large scar is on his right shoulder, it runs straight over the whole thing, this shows a dreadful battle Thornclaw had, when his shoulder was ripped open and he nearly died.
Personality:
Thornclaw is kind and friendly, but in a way that doesn't show much. He orders Apprentices and Warriors around well, and strictly, but there's always a hint of happinness and kindess in his deep voice. He gives advice when it's needed, and doesn't laugh at cats, but sticks up for them. He knows what is happening at his clan, at all times, and reacts to things quickly. He is wise and helpful, no matter what the case is. He hates showing sympathy in front of his clan, if someone dies, he mourns and looks sad in his eyes, but he stays strong and doesn't act sad. His heart is tender, and things can easily send depression or anger to his eart, so sometimes he blows out into a horrible temper, but sometimes he can keep it and stay calm. Thornclaw doesn't have much patience, and urges alot when it runs out, like there's not enough time in the world for him to wait. When his anger gets to him, he can really be an evil cat, he tends to tell and spit towards the cat, and sometimes he will take it out on others. To cats who aren't close to Thornclaw, will probably think he's a cat keeping many secrets cooped up inside at the way he is, but really, he just tries to be strong and helpful to his clan.
History:
Thornclaw was born a rogue, his mothers name was Stream, and she lived on her own, the father was a backstabbing traitor who tried to kill the kits when they were born, but Stream killed him, and he died in her arms. Anyways, Stream traveled often and didn't have a true home, she was used to living in different enviorments and eating different types of prey, and she intentended to raise her kits that way. One stormy night, in a small cave, on a large bed of moss, Thornclaw and his siblings were born. First came Stormkit, Thornclaws brother, next was Lightkit, Thornclaws one and only sister. After that, came Thornkit, the only kit in the litter that was the exact image of his father. There was supposed to be another kit, and he did come out fine, but died a few days later from a sickness.
Stream and her kits Thornkit, Stormkit, and Lightkit all lived on, in different places almost every night and different food constantly. The three kits grew to become strong young cats, at the age of 3 moons, and they were growing smarter and better at hunting and fighting everyday. But, a tragedy came to the small family, Stormkit had wandered away from the little den they were currently staying in and a fox attacked him, killing him easily. The family buried his body beside the den, and trudged on. When Thornkit and his remaining sibling, Lightkit, were four moons, they were left in the world to face on their own. The little family of three came one day to a Thunderpath, Stream sent the kits acros first, and once they were safely on the other side sped across too. But, when she was almost there, only two tail-lengths away, a monster going faster than usual flew over the young mother, killing her instantly right before the kits' eyes.
The two kits found an area in the underrowth that was pretty roomy and sheltered, they stayed here four nights, hungry and cold, but luckily, Thornkit was able to catch a plump mouse on the second day. Soon, a patrol of Shadowclan warriors found the little four moon old kits and took them back to the clan, where they were accepted into it land treated like your basic clan kit, they were put into the care of a young nursery queen who was due to have her own kits soon. The queen loved them and cared for them like their own mom would. One cold leaf-bare, when Thornkit was five moons, Lightkit died from Greencough, thrusting more sadness and loneliness into his heart. Thornkit went through the rest of his times with depression his heart, from Thornkit to Thornpaw, then to Thornclaw, a full-pledged warrior of Shadowclan. When their deputy died from a badger attack, Thornclaw as appointed deputy of Shadowclan, and still remains today.
RP:
Thornpaw raced down the slope after his mentor, his heart thumping in his chest. "Thicketpelt, do we really have to cross....that?" he whined. He had never before crossed the Thunderpath, and wasn't wanting to do so. "Yes Thornpaw, you need to train, and part of training is learning how to safely cross a Thunderpath. We have practiced many times, now, we must do the real thing." Thornpaw looked unsurredly at the wide black road, he had heard so much about the dangerous Twoleg road, and some cats died from it. "But, Thicketpelt, my...my mother! I can't stand these things, one of those stupid monsters killed my innicent mother!!" He rememered back to when he was only a young kit, of four moons and had watched a monster wipe out his mother. Thicketpelt looked down at Thornpaw sympathy was in his big blue eyes, but there was also hope. "Thornpaw, we are doing this for your mother. She will be proud of you, and will be with you the whole way. Now, watch me first."
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[/url][/center][/size][/color]Gender: Tom
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: 14 moons
Position: Deputy
Description:
Thornclaw is a handsome brown tabby, with hints of silver and white is his beautiful pelt. His gorgeous amber eyes are always friendly, yet strict and firm. He has lots of thick, soft fur, which is very smooth and well-kept. He is on the large side, with massive shoulders and a big build, this gives him lots of strength and power, so he depends on strength and size when in battle, not speed and agility. It is harder for him to move fast because he has much more to move around, everything on his body is bigger than that of an average cat, so you can't blame him for being a slow runner. His paws are certainly not delicate, but are huge and have lots of power with amazingly sharp claws. He is very cordinated with these four feet, and doesn't stumble very often, his paws oversizedness helps him battle, and keeps him steady and support him well when walking or jumping. Thornpaw has a black nose and pearly white whiskers, with black fur forming in rings around his pale dirty brown tail. Thornclaw as no pale white spots whatsoever, only the flecks of silver and white throughout his pelt, giving it more of his color. Black dots are in parts of his pelt aswell. A large scar is on his right shoulder, it runs straight over the whole thing, this shows a dreadful battle Thornclaw had, when his shoulder was ripped open and he nearly died.
Personality:
Thornclaw is kind and friendly, but in a way that doesn't show much. He orders Apprentices and Warriors around well, and strictly, but there's always a hint of happinness and kindess in his deep voice. He gives advice when it's needed, and doesn't laugh at cats, but sticks up for them. He knows what is happening at his clan, at all times, and reacts to things quickly. He is wise and helpful, no matter what the case is. He hates showing sympathy in front of his clan, if someone dies, he mourns and looks sad in his eyes, but he stays strong and doesn't act sad. His heart is tender, and things can easily send depression or anger to his eart, so sometimes he blows out into a horrible temper, but sometimes he can keep it and stay calm. Thornclaw doesn't have much patience, and urges alot when it runs out, like there's not enough time in the world for him to wait. When his anger gets to him, he can really be an evil cat, he tends to tell and spit towards the cat, and sometimes he will take it out on others. To cats who aren't close to Thornclaw, will probably think he's a cat keeping many secrets cooped up inside at the way he is, but really, he just tries to be strong and helpful to his clan.
History:
Thornclaw was born a rogue, his mothers name was Stream, and she lived on her own, the father was a backstabbing traitor who tried to kill the kits when they were born, but Stream killed him, and he died in her arms. Anyways, Stream traveled often and didn't have a true home, she was used to living in different enviorments and eating different types of prey, and she intentended to raise her kits that way. One stormy night, in a small cave, on a large bed of moss, Thornclaw and his siblings were born. First came Stormkit, Thornclaws brother, next was Lightkit, Thornclaws one and only sister. After that, came Thornkit, the only kit in the litter that was the exact image of his father. There was supposed to be another kit, and he did come out fine, but died a few days later from a sickness.
Stream and her kits Thornkit, Stormkit, and Lightkit all lived on, in different places almost every night and different food constantly. The three kits grew to become strong young cats, at the age of 3 moons, and they were growing smarter and better at hunting and fighting everyday. But, a tragedy came to the small family, Stormkit had wandered away from the little den they were currently staying in and a fox attacked him, killing him easily. The family buried his body beside the den, and trudged on. When Thornkit and his remaining sibling, Lightkit, were four moons, they were left in the world to face on their own. The little family of three came one day to a Thunderpath, Stream sent the kits acros first, and once they were safely on the other side sped across too. But, when she was almost there, only two tail-lengths away, a monster going faster than usual flew over the young mother, killing her instantly right before the kits' eyes.
The two kits found an area in the underrowth that was pretty roomy and sheltered, they stayed here four nights, hungry and cold, but luckily, Thornkit was able to catch a plump mouse on the second day. Soon, a patrol of Shadowclan warriors found the little four moon old kits and took them back to the clan, where they were accepted into it land treated like your basic clan kit, they were put into the care of a young nursery queen who was due to have her own kits soon. The queen loved them and cared for them like their own mom would. One cold leaf-bare, when Thornkit was five moons, Lightkit died from Greencough, thrusting more sadness and loneliness into his heart. Thornkit went through the rest of his times with depression his heart, from Thornkit to Thornpaw, then to Thornclaw, a full-pledged warrior of Shadowclan. When their deputy died from a badger attack, Thornclaw as appointed deputy of Shadowclan, and still remains today.
RP:
Thornpaw raced down the slope after his mentor, his heart thumping in his chest. "Thicketpelt, do we really have to cross....that?" he whined. He had never before crossed the Thunderpath, and wasn't wanting to do so. "Yes Thornpaw, you need to train, and part of training is learning how to safely cross a Thunderpath. We have practiced many times, now, we must do the real thing." Thornpaw looked unsurredly at the wide black road, he had heard so much about the dangerous Twoleg road, and some cats died from it. "But, Thicketpelt, my...my mother! I can't stand these things, one of those stupid monsters killed my innicent mother!!" He rememered back to when he was only a young kit, of four moons and had watched a monster wipe out his mother. Thicketpelt looked down at Thornpaw sympathy was in his big blue eyes, but there was also hope. "Thornpaw, we are doing this for your mother. She will be proud of you, and will be with you the whole way. Now, watch me first."
Here is his page
