Post by Stone on Jun 21, 2009 2:52:38 GMT -5
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Stonepaw
Age:
8 Moons
Gender:
Male
Clan:
River
Position:
Apprentice
Description:
Body; For only being eight moons old, Stonepaw has a rather large body. He isn't fat, just strong. His legs are more short than long, around average for his body, and are clearly ment for power. He is not fast. Just strong. There is a scar that runs down his right back leg. His tail is longer than most, and will drag the ground if he lts it loose, which he mostly does. It makes him look kind of awkward. A large cat with a thin, long tail.
Fur; Extremely short, and extremely coarse. A mid summer's breeze would't even slightly move a hair. f you look at it though, it would seem like it would be soft, but it isn't. It is slightly prickly really. It is always kept neat though.
Coloring; Stoneaw got his name because of his coat. It is gray, and looks like stone. The base is your typical gray color, but it has splashes and splothches o dark and lighter gray here and there, giving it texture. His nose is black, along with his pads. He does have a unique marking though. Below his left eyes are five, small, black, perfectly rounded dots in a horizontal line. The spacing between each one is the same, and they go straigh across. He loves them, and thinks of them as a trade mark.
Eyes; Truely, his eyes are the only way he can comunicate. They are sort of like mood rings, and help him show others how he feels. they are a brillant shade of electric blue along the edges, and it gets darker as it nears the pupil, going to a navy. They seem to lighten and darken in color with his mood. When he is happy, they stay nice and bright, but when he is angered or gets depressed they tend to darken and clouds seem to cover them. They really or beautiful though.
Personality:
He loves to train, and is determined to not let anything hold him back. Being a mute, he feels like he is almost shunned. And it is kind of a let down. He has it set in his mind that he has to train harder and try harder than everyone to get through, when really, he doesn't. Not being able to talk doesn't make you challenged or se back. Be believes it does though, and keeps trying to prove himself other wise, and show everyone that he can do anything.
Stonepaw hates it when cats make fun of him, but he tries to ignore them best he can. It is hard sometimes though, and this cat has a short temper. There is two out comes. One, and the more likely one, is that he will just duck his head and walk away. Two, and the less likely one, he will attack you. Sure, his claws will be sheathed, and he will not inflict any physical damage, but he likes giving the other cat a scare, and hopes that it will keep them away from him, and make them stop picking on him.
He is slightly afraid of being alone. Wouldn't you though if ou couldn't talk? He is scared that something bad might happen, and there would be no way for him to call out for help. So when out hunting, he tends to follow someone, instead of going off on his own.
Stonepaw also gets frusterated easily. Rather it be training, or just trying to comunicate to someone. He tried his best to speak through ear flicks and tail twitches, but sometimes others just won't understand, he he will just give up. Some with training. It he was supposed to learn the perfect crouch, and couldn't get it, he would give it. It sort ofcondradicts him trying to show everyone he is just as good, but he doesn't see that.
Crush:
None
History:
Stonepaw was born in a litter of three to Snowheart and Minnoweyes. They were just your two, typical clan warriors. They never did anything to stick out and show how amazing they really where. They just sort of kept to themselves. When the kits arived, the first to be born was Stonekit, and was named after his gray pelt. Next was a still born she-cat, then Winterkit. Snowheart seemed very protective over Stone the first couple days, for he didn't make a sound. No wailing for food, no hising when his sister attacked him. Nothing. She was scared he was sick, but the Medicine cat said he was fine. After a couple weeks, they just assumed he was a mute, and carried on with thier lives, trying not to make a big deal out of it.
Stonekit became very protective of his little sister as they grew older. She was on the small side, and seemed to be getting weak, while he was growing a lot and showing great strength. When they hit six moons, they became apprentices. One night, not many days after beng appointed apprentices, the two decided to g out for a hunt late one night. While out on the hunt, a fox attacked the two cats. Winterpaw ended up dieing, while Stonepaw was left with a nasty gash in his leg. After that, he wasn't has energetic as he used to be, and will often sit off set from everyone else.
I know it totally sucks, I just sort of threw it together and I didn't want to go on about the details >.<
Roleplay Ex:
-groans and grumbles- I hate these, so here is an old reject post that I use for just about everything. It is old, and it sucks, but it fits the guidelines
A gray tom lay in the apprentices den. His usual bright blue eyes now dulled from boredom. His mentor had gone out on the dawn patrol, and he was angry that he couldn't go with him. Why couldn't he? He was wide awake! He let out a silent hiss of frusteration. It seemed he never got to go on dawn patrols. He rolled over and then got to his paws. He shook off the clinging moss and stretched his legs, front first, back second. He poked his head out of the den.
No one. There was no one out in the clearing. He looked down out his paws and padded out of the den. He looked over at the fresh-kill pile, it was large and full. He smiled and walked over. He grabbed a thrush from the top and walked over near the apprentice's den to have his feast. He plucked the feathers from his meal and set them aside, then sank his teeth into the prey. He smiled and licked his lips as he swallowed the first bite. He had chosen wisely.
After the bird was gone Stonepaw rose up to his feet and looked around. Hopefully someone would come and save him from his boredom, right?
Codeword:
nightcloud
