Post by xiphos on Jun 1, 2006 18:15:16 GMT -5
Picture:
Name:
Xiphosclaw
Gender:
He is presumably male. I'm sure of it. yes, he's male.
;D
Clan:
The Great WindClan!
Age in Moons:
Xiphosclaw is twenty-three moons old at this point in time.
Position:
Warrior of valor.
Description:
Xiphosclaw's body is a good two and a half feet in length, minus the tail, making him a feared opponent for cats of other clans. His fur is tan/yellow and covered in black/brown splotches, making him ideal for hunting in the dry moor and fields of WindClan. The cat's ringed tail is a good one foot long, with a black tuft at the end. His eyes are a piercing green color, very intimidating for those who aren't his "friends".
Personality:
Although nice enough, Xiphosclaw has an attitude, especially when things aren't heading in the direction he thinks is beneficial to the Clan. However, not foolish enough to destroy the morale of the Clan or to shake their confidence, he does respect the desicions of the leader, and does not openly challenge her choices, and then only to his most trusted fellows.
Xiphosclaw is ruthless in battle, using his size and wieght to get the better of his opponents, then using tooth and claw to maul them into submission. His magnanimous treatment of them forces him to believe himself quite the soft-hearted cat.
History:
A Clan-born cat, he was raised by his mother, Burgeheart, but contrary to tradition, was named not by his mother, but by an extremely old she-cat, who died when he was ten moons old, her name still unknown. She had told Burgeheart that his name was meaningful in the old days, the days of glory. The she-cat spent much of her time with him, teaching him what she knew from her ancestry. Apperantly, she had been in the clan for two generations as could be remembered, but nobody believed she was ever originally from and Clan in the forest.
Anyway, Xiphosclaw, or Xiphospaw at the time, was also swayed into her beliefs of one spirit cat of extreme power. Because of this, he never truly believed in the traditional ancestors of the Clan, and thought the medicine cats to be emotional mystics. Since the other cats would no doubt laugh him off, Xiphosclaw never told anyone.
His life was mostly uneventful, and he became a warrior at 15 moons, and was still grieving since the she-cat's death.
Now, at twenty-three moons, he does his duty to the Clan, alone and mostly thought of as an outsider, despite his birth. His frequent tries to gain acceptance are utter failures or go unnoticed. Never has he been so dicouraged.
Name:
Xiphosclaw
Gender:
He is presumably male. I'm sure of it. yes, he's male.
;DClan:
The Great WindClan!
Age in Moons:
Xiphosclaw is twenty-three moons old at this point in time.
Position:
Warrior of valor.
Description:
Xiphosclaw's body is a good two and a half feet in length, minus the tail, making him a feared opponent for cats of other clans. His fur is tan/yellow and covered in black/brown splotches, making him ideal for hunting in the dry moor and fields of WindClan. The cat's ringed tail is a good one foot long, with a black tuft at the end. His eyes are a piercing green color, very intimidating for those who aren't his "friends".
Personality:
Although nice enough, Xiphosclaw has an attitude, especially when things aren't heading in the direction he thinks is beneficial to the Clan. However, not foolish enough to destroy the morale of the Clan or to shake their confidence, he does respect the desicions of the leader, and does not openly challenge her choices, and then only to his most trusted fellows.
Xiphosclaw is ruthless in battle, using his size and wieght to get the better of his opponents, then using tooth and claw to maul them into submission. His magnanimous treatment of them forces him to believe himself quite the soft-hearted cat.
History:
A Clan-born cat, he was raised by his mother, Burgeheart, but contrary to tradition, was named not by his mother, but by an extremely old she-cat, who died when he was ten moons old, her name still unknown. She had told Burgeheart that his name was meaningful in the old days, the days of glory. The she-cat spent much of her time with him, teaching him what she knew from her ancestry. Apperantly, she had been in the clan for two generations as could be remembered, but nobody believed she was ever originally from and Clan in the forest.
Anyway, Xiphosclaw, or Xiphospaw at the time, was also swayed into her beliefs of one spirit cat of extreme power. Because of this, he never truly believed in the traditional ancestors of the Clan, and thought the medicine cats to be emotional mystics. Since the other cats would no doubt laugh him off, Xiphosclaw never told anyone.
His life was mostly uneventful, and he became a warrior at 15 moons, and was still grieving since the she-cat's death.
Now, at twenty-three moons, he does his duty to the Clan, alone and mostly thought of as an outsider, despite his birth. His frequent tries to gain acceptance are utter failures or go unnoticed. Never has he been so dicouraged.
