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Post by yoko on Jun 26, 2010 22:58:03 GMT -5
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Post by yoko on Jun 26, 2010 23:55:30 GMT -5
 Name: Crowclaw Gender: Tom Age: 24 moons Clan: ShadowClan Rank: Warrior Apprentice: Open Love Interest: Open Kin: Ravenflight, Swiftfoot Description:Muscular as the first day of his warriorhood. His leg muscles are especially impressive. He has long white fur with splotches of black. His face in particular is almost an exact mask pattern except for the line on his nose and the smudge beneath his left eye. His tail is black from the base but has a white tip. His right forepaw is dipped black. Also, he has green eyes, bright with fierce desire to live. He has several battle marks, but the most noticeable is the nick on his left ear. The one that pains him most is the slash mark running from the base of his tail to his upper-throat, earned in his battle as an apprentice. This is not usually visible unless his fur is matted down from rain. Personality:He has always been a cat of true dignity and honor. The model Clan Cat, a breaker of the stereotypical ShadowClan warrior. This of course, divided him from his brothers on many occassions. In battle, he believes in straightforward fighting. Frontal blows and facing his opponents head on. Mercy is not an unheard of concept for him and he respects his enemies that put up a good battle, whether they flee or die at his claws. It might take him a long time to fall in love (because he's fond of the honest and fair she-cats) but he has always had a firm belief on how a she-cat should be treated. Every she-cat is worthy of having her honor defended. Especially a she-cat who has captured his affection. He believes in courting for quite a while before agreeing to become mates, that's the proper way to go about it in his opinion. But that courting is certainly not lacking in passion. He has always had a deep love for his clanmates, especially his brothers but their habits and roguish ways have always disturbed him. Now that they have changed, reluctantly of course, he feels more than ever that he belongs at their side. Of all three of his brothers, he is the most socially comfortable, but he can and will stick up for the Warrior Code when the time calls for it. He's pretty forward about his beliefs, but he tries hard to persuade his clanmates without alienating them. History: Crowkit, Swiftkit, and Ravenkit, were born shortly after ShadowClan's battle with ThunderClan had ended. They were not lucky enough to be purebred ShadowClan, but were the product of a ShadowClan tom and a rogue. Their ShadowClan father was ruthless and though he claimed to love his mate, when she had kits he and his friends snatched them from her and raised them within the Chaos of the Clan. At six moons of age, they were assigned three very different mentors. Crowpaw was utterly disgusted by his careless mentor and often took to doing chores that needed to be done such as cleaning the elder's den and fetching prey for the nursery or Medicine Cat. Swiftpaw was given a she-cat mentor and though he learned more than the average apprentice at that time, he did so as he pleased and on a rather unpredictable schedule. The quiet tom would often ignore when and where he should meet with his mentor and sometimes be cynical and claim that she wouldn't show up anyway, as she often did not. Ravenpaw was the wildest of the three. He was appointed his own father as a mentor which may have been the worst mistake the leader at the time could have made. Ravenpaw listened attentively to his father's every word and had a total disrespect for any other cat, and a complete disregard for the Warrior Code. He harassed his fellow apprentices and played cruel jokes on the elders and kits. Needless to see, at this point in their lives, the three brothers did not get along very well. At 11 moons old, they got their first real taste of battle. They were sent out into battle to defend the RiverClan territory ShadowClan had claimed only two moons before, Swiftpaw and Crowpaw that is. Ravenpaw had not been chosen to go, and for this reason their father was furious but left the vicious son back at camp. The battle was fierce, and Crowpaw used what little he knew to the best of his ability. He was straight forward in battle and fearless, but after successfully taking down a RiverClan apprentice and two young RiverClan warriors, it appeared he had met his match. His opponent knew more than any other cat he had ever seen and her shockingly complicated attacks were overwhelming him. He feared defeat when he saw a flash of black-and-white fur soar over his head. Ravenpaw tackled the she-cat head on, and before he knew it Swiftpaw was attacking her from one side, catching on, Crowpaw attacked her opposite side and the three formed a triangle of frenzy attacks from which the she-cat could not escape. As she was being heavily, Crowpaw was about to suggest they let her go, but, to his horror, Ravenpaw dealt the killing blow, which was completely unnecessary at the time. A waste of life... Ravenpaw returned to camp that night proud and triumphant, despite the fact that it was an overall loss for ShadowClan. Swiftpaw looked utterly weary. Crowpaw came with his head bowed in shame. Swiftpaw attempted to cheer him with words of logic and saying that it had to be done in these times of Clan rivalry, but Crowpaw was only more disturbed by his intelligent brother's cold reasoning. His brothers were monsters of the worst sort. They didn't even realize how awful and cruel they were! To make matters worse, Longstar commended their strength in battle by giving them their warrior names, possibly to ease the hearts of her defeated warriors. In their early warriorhood, Crowpaw felt the sting of their youth. They should have been apprentices longer and they were so pitifully untrained. It was by sheer luck and teamwork that they had taken down such a mighty RiverClan warrior, not skill, or talent. But these were lawless times, and they probably would have felt like outcasts even if they had been of proper age...Ravenflight was only more unbearable to be around. Their father had taken one of his long disappearances from the Clan again (no cat was concerned) and Ravenflight was more like him with each passing day. Swiftfoot's behavior was ever more estranged. He had taken to going on long walks alone and incredibly long periods of total silence. To make things worse, he had failed to outgrow that slender feminine body of his so it was awkward for any cat to be around him. Not that he seemed to mind...Crowclaw doubted that Swiftfoot had ever given a mouse-dung what their Clanmates, or other Clans, thought of him. It was Rainfur's appointment to Deputy that gave him the hope that ShadowClan would redeem its wicked ways. The gray tom's honorable past had earned him mocking and scorn from the more lawless Clanmates but it captured Crowclaw's imagination for a brighter future. So he went on, ever-persistent in completing his duties. Other:  The Honorable One Roleplay Example: The crispness of leaf-fall air filled his nose. The cool air soothing his pounding heart. The muscular tom slid among the shadows of his territory. The black and white pelt was nearly invisible in its glacier slow movement. His ears were flattened, and his amber eyes were fixed on his target.
He eased in on the creature, his amber eyes intent. Only tail-lengths away he dropped swiftly and silently into a crouch. The creature made no movement. This was far too easy! Then, the massive tom launched himself into the air, a leap so high one might mistake it for a bird's flight. His big black shadow enshrouded the creature below. But as his massive paws were about to land on the black and white creature's back, it dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way.
"MOUSE-DUNG!" Crowclaw yowled, landing heavily on his paws with nothing beneath them.
"Too slow, Crowclaw!" shouted a rather smug looking Ravenflight, as he whipped around and kicked his brother in the side.
Crowclaw coughed and stumbled but was still on his feet. Ravenflight looked ready to continue but the taller tom broke into a grin.
"Okay, okay you win!"
Ravenflight smirked. "Of course I did. Now let's hunt already before-"
Swiftfoot appeared through the bushes, carrying a mouthful of frogs and lizards. As he stared at Crowclaw and Ravenflight, Crowclaw could feel his disapproval through the icy look in his eyes.
"Right. Let's hunt," Crowclaw muttered. |
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Post by yoko on Jun 27, 2010 0:30:22 GMT -5
 Name: Ravenflight Gender: tom Age: 24 moons Clan: ShadowClan Rank: Warrior Apprentice: Open Love Interest: Open Kin: Crowclaw and Swiftfoot Description: About the same height as Swiftfoot, Ravenflight stands as a cat of average height. His body is packed thick with young rippling muscles. The black in his fur gathers like puddles on his pelt. His fur is short and sticks together in spiked clumps, giving him the appearance of ruffled feathers. Because he's not built for speed, he has had to train hard to build up his fighting style of swift and powerful attacks. His face is soft looking, all curves with facial muscles and bones melting smoothly into a soft innocent tom face, but his cutting green eyes give his true ferocity away. Personality: Ever the bad boy, Ravenflight was the last cat any warrior expected to turn over a new leaf. Only moons ago, he outright refused to help repair damaged dens, or go hunting, or on patrol. He liked to do what he wanted on his time, and if anyone had a problem with it they could kiss his feathery butt. He, of course, loved his brothers, but not enough to change for them. And for a time he even took to sleeping outside of camp. The real reason for his sudden participation in Clan Life is unknown. He's still a trash-talker. He'll still threaten to claw your throat out, and yes, he may even do it if provoked, but he follows orders now. He goes hunting and on border patrols when he's told and helps around camp. Why is he making such an effort? History:Crowkit, Swiftkit, and Ravenkit, were born shortly after ShadowClan's battle with ThunderClan had ended. They were not lucky enough to be purebred ShadowClan, but were the product of a ShadowClan tom and a rogue. Their ShadowClan father was ruthless and though he claimed to love his mate, when she had kits he and his friends snatched them from her and raised them within the Chaos of the Clan. At six moons of age, they were assigned three very different mentors. Crowpaw was utterly disgusted by his careless mentor and often took to doing chores that needed to be done such as cleaning the elder's den and fetching prey for the nursery or Medicine Cat. Swiftpaw was given a she-cat mentor and though he learned more than the average apprentice at that time, he did so as he pleased and on a rather unpredicable schedule. The quiet tom would often ignore when and where he should meet with his mentor and sometimes be cynical and claim that she wouldn't show up anyway, as she often did not. Ravenpaw was the wildest of the three. He was appointed his own father as a mentor which may have been the worst mistake the leader at the time could have made. Ravenpaw listened attentively to his father's every word and had a total disrespect for any other cat, and a complete disregard for the Warrior Code. He harassed his fellow apprentices and played cruel jokes on the elders and kits. Needless to see, at this point in their lives, the three brothers did not get along very well. At 11 moons old, they got their first real taste of battle. They were sent out into battle to defend the RiverClan territory ShadowClan had claimed only two moons before, Swiftpaw and Crowpaw that is. Ravenpaw had not been chosen to go, and for this reason their father was furious but left the vicious son back at camp. Of course, Ravenpaw did not accept this and as soon as the patrol was out of sight he crept after them. And a good thing he did too! He saw his larger brother, Crowpaw, pitifully trying to defend himself against a muscular RiverClan she-cat. He watched for a few moments. Crowpaw was good, but he wasn't that good! And just as he was preparing to step in, Ravenpaw felt a paw prod his fur. Leaping back, he saw the shining green eyes of his brother Swiftfoot. Quietly, Swiftpaw murmured a simple plan of action to which Ravenpaw quickly agreed to. Using all of his strength, the fierce tom leaped over the head of Crowpaw and tackled the she-cat to the ground. In moments, his brother's were attacking either side of the she-cat and he was going head-to-head with her. No clever tricks of hers could break their formation, and Ravenflight realized at once how good this felt, to battle with his brothers side by side. At the height of his excitement, he felt the she-cat weaken and began to back off. Crowpaw looked worried, but Ravenpaw just raised a claw. Don't worry...She won't escape! Ravenpaw dealt the killing blow, expertly slashing her throat open as his father had taught him. Ravenpaw returned to camp that night proud and triumphant, despite the fact that it was an overall loss for ShadowClan. After all, his father was proud of him and his brothers. What more did they need. But Crowpaw looked rather miserable about something. Perhaps he had wanted the glory of the kill himself? Swiftpaw was busy consoling Crowpaw, and as always Ravenpaw was left with only his father to revel in the family triumph. Longstar commended their strength in battle by giving them their warrior names. That must have really said something about them, because ShadowClan was utterly defeated and still she gave them their praise! Ravenflight was completely pissed that their father had abandoned them, yet again, and this time for longer than any of his other brief disappearances. He pretended as if it didn't matter, but inside it infuriated him and tore him apart. Why did father not take him as well? He passed his time in early warriorhood mostly by sleeping and torturing his clanmates. Things had been boring since the time for battles had passed. Rainfur's appointment to Deputy shocked and angered Ravenflight. His father was the best warrior in the Clan! Why had no cat sent to look for him before the new leader chose that nobody? What annoyed him more was Crowclaw's obvious joy at the appointment. Determined to make Rainfur's job hard, Ravenflight decided to go out of his way to cause trouble. But of course, this plan failed miserably and recently Rainstar became leader. Bitterly, Ravenflight returned to Crowclaw and Swiftfoot's side. There was no fighting it now. The Clan was changing and if he refused to follow he might be thrown out of the Clan for good. This did not mean he had, or ever would, agree with Rainstar. Other: Don't worry, I just wanted to make his bio interesting. With any luck, Ravenflight's desire for revenge will fade away and he'll become one of those loyal trustworthy cats that Crowclaw desires him to be. Roleplay Example: Ravenflight curled up on a fallen log in the ShadowClan Forest. This was his favorite place to chill out. No squealing kits, no bossy senior warriors, this was bliss. It was also boredom. Why'd the clans decide to go all peaceful anyway? ShadowClan should be ruling this whole forest by now, not getting into skirmishes over mouse-length differences in borders.
His green eyes were half-closed as he stared into the shifting shadows. He cursed the cool air. He liked hot fiery days that made his blood pump and heart pound. Not these dull cool spells that made him sluggish and tired.
Suddenly, something warm and sticky fell onto his foreleg. Glancing at his own white and black pelt he saw the little blob of bird dung. Snarling, he leapt to his paws and looked at the perpetrator. A large blackbird that was looking down at him, cawing mockingly.
Ravenflight's whole face distorted in outrage. "I'll give you something to caw about bird-brain!"
He leaped off the decrepit log and raced across the forest floor towards the tree. Catching on, the massive bird took off from its branch and began to fly away. Ravenflight smirked. It knows it can't outrun me! His paws flew across the forest floor effortlessly. That bird didn't stand a chance.
It seemed like forever. The bird dipped and swerved and curved about the forest and Ravenflight decided to end their game. He dropped to a crouch. The bird, believing he had lost his pursuer, landed confidently on the ground and began to peck hungrily at the needle-strewn earth. Ravenflight crawled slowly towards, licking his lips as he saw it ahead. Mouse-brained bird. I'll show you not to mess with me! When he was close enough, he purposely scraped the ground with a claw. The bird whipped around and looked him dead in the eye. As it fluttered its wings and began to fly, Ravenflight pounced onto its back, sinking his claws into its wings and ripping it from the sky. With much effort, her pulled the struggling bird towards him and bit into its neck. He shook his head violently, tearing the bird's miserable throat and artistically splattering blood on the forest floor. Once it was dead, Ravenflight slowly peeled the feathers of its behind and tail off. Then ripped off its wings.
He carried the tattered remains of the bird back to his log. The sky was warm with sunset colors now and the smell of coming leaf-bare disturbed him much less already. He then set the bird on the log for his evening meal. |
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Post by yoko on Jun 27, 2010 1:02:54 GMT -5
 Name: Swiftfoot Gender: Tom? XD Yes tom. Age: 24 moons Clan: ShadowClan Rank: Warrior Apprentice: Open Love Interest: Open? XD Yes open. Possibly only for cats with gender confusion. x3 Kin: Ravenflight, Crowclaw Description: Swiftfoot is a cat of average build and shape...The problem is that his shape is quite feminine. His body is thin, soft, delicate looking. He has narrow shoulders, and dainty legs. His black and white fur appears soft and further adds to the gentle appearance of his features. His ears, brow and muzzle are sharply angled, like a fierce she-cat warrior, and his light green eyes are often cold, which gives away nothing of gender. Because of his light build, he dislikes strenuous activity, though he is a better runner and hunter than either of his brothers. Personality: Swiftfoot did not break the Warrior Code out of defiance. It simply did not interest him enough to follow it. What sense did it make to place restraints on himself that no cat, not even the mysterious "StarClan" could enforce? The idea of taking care of elders, and kits before himself was utterly ridiculous and not at all worth his time. However, as times changed, Crowclaw's words began to reach him. And more importantly, he could see the good that the Warrior Code was doing for his corrupted Clan. The Warrior Code became more logical when he considered the events that certain rules prevented. For example: If no cat broke the killing without reason in battle rule, more battles may not later ensue. If no Medicine Cat broke the ban against having kits, she-Medicine Cats would not be caught mid-battle and unable to help their Clans. And Male Medicine Cats would not be compelled to protect their mates and kits before the rest of the Clan itself. Seeing things in a new light, he waited patiently for Ravenflight to change his ways and soon he was reunited with his littermates. Closer than ever. He is quieter now and spends as much time as he can with his brothers, though he often prefers to stare at simple objects and other cats than to conversate with them. This does not help the usual assumption that he is a she-cat. As most toms will only see a she-cat staring ponderingly at a flower, rather than a male taking note of the number of petals it has compared to the countless other flowers he's seen. And certain toms may take his gaze as him checking them out, rather than Swiftfoot accessing their personalities. Their wants and needs, and how best to manipulate them so they stay out of his way. History: Crowkit, Swiftkit, and Ravenkit, were born shortly after ShadowClan's battle with ThunderClan had ended. They were not lucky enough to be purebred ShadowClan, but were the product of a ShadowClan tom and a rogue. Their ShadowClan father was ruthless and though he claimed to love his mate, when she had kits he and his friends snatched them from her and raised them within the Chaos of the Clan. At six moons of age, they were assigned three very different mentors. Crowpaw was utterly disgusted by his careless mentor and often took to doing chores that needed to be done such as cleaning the elder's den and fetching prey for the nursery or Medicine Cat. Swiftpaw was given a she-cat mentor and though he learned more than the average apprentice at that time, he did so as he pleased and on a rather unpredicable schedule. The quiet tom would often ignore when and where he should meet with his mentor and sometimes be cynical and claim that she wouldn't show up anyway, as she often did not. Ravenpaw was the wildest of the three. He was appointed his own father as a mentor which may have been the worst mistake the leader at the time could have made. Ravenpaw listened attentively to his father's every word and had a total disrespect for any other cat, and a complete disregard for the Warrior Code. He harassed his fellow apprentices and played cruel jokes on the elders and kits. Needless to see, at this point in their lives, the three brothers did not get along very well. At 11 moons old, they got their first real taste of battle. They were sent out into battle to defend the RiverClan territory ShadowClan had claimed only two moons before, Swiftpaw and Crowpaw that is. Ravenpaw had not been chosen to go, and for this reason their father was furious but left the vicious son back at camp. Swiftpaw knew almost nothing about battle techniques. For the most part, he played it smart and avoided the fighting. Instead, he took careful note of the techniques of the cats on each side, and when he did enter the battle, he quickly defeated a young RiverClan Warrior with a nearly perfect Drop-And-Kick counter that he had just learned. In the heat of battle, he remained calm and level. These enraged cats were paying no attention to the small feminine-looking tom and this gave him the opportunity to seek out his brothers. As he had expected Ravenpaw had left camp and was preparing to join. Catching his brother just in time, Swiftpaw suggested another course of action. And within moments the three had their opponent surrounded. They went on striking her from every side until it appeared that they were merely toying with her. He knew already what Ravenpaw intended to do and there was no point in protesting against it. He could see the horror on Crowpaw's face but Crowpaw had always been dramatic in that way. Why could his brother not accept that in this forest, only the fittest of cats could survive? Later on, Swiftpaw tried to explain this to his brother, but to no avail. Swiftpaw could not say that he was glad to be made a warrior, especially for such a lowly achievement as defeating a single RiverClan Warrior with the aid of two other elder apprentices. In their early warriorhood, Crowpaw looked ever more depressing, and Ravenpaw was...insane. So he was left to his own devices. Swiftfoot had taken to going on long walks alone and incredibly long periods of total silence. He had never outgrown that slender feminine body of his so naturally no other cats were mature enough to be around him. But Swiftfoot had never cared for company, even his brothers'. It was Rainfur's appointment to Deputy that seemed to lift Crowclaw from his hateful silence towards he and Ravenflight. The largest of their litter was making real effort to bring them together again. Seeing that it would only cause more resentment if he didn't comply, Swiftfoot went along. So long as it did not disturb his observing too much. Other: The Watchful One. Roleplay Example: A delicate creature he appeared to be. His movement as effortless and timeless as a StarClan spirit. It was early leaf-fall and the bright colors caught and reflected in his eyes as colorful flames might reflect in a river. Yet all they did was reflect, no cat could see past his mirrored gaze and peer into the depths of his soul...
The black-and-white tom glided onward, passing between light and shadow without the slightest care in which he landed. His destination was uncertain, and he paused often to observe the most interesting aspects of natures. Rather large bugs interested him as much as the brilliant leaves might, but at this moment he looked beyond these things and saw a flower. Rather small and fragile, the yellow petals bloomed widely as if begging for light to enter the center. The angular face of the tom leaned in, taking in deeply the scent and committing it to memory. He had not encountered this type before and doubted it was a Medicinal Herb. It seemed oddly out of place, here in the shadows of pines, and for that reason he found it immensely beautiful. A pity the cold would kill it soon...
"Swiftfoot!"
The slender tom sighed and glanced up to see Ravenflight bounding towards him. Shortly behind him was Crowclaw.
"We signed up for sunhigh border patrol! We have to get moving," Ravenflight mewed. Swiftfoot gave him a curious look. It seemed so...wrong...for Ravenflight of all cats to be so concerned about these things. He himself felt no concern for them. But Crowclaw looked sternly at them both. He expected them to obey without question. The Warrior Code was set in the stoniness of Crowclaw's gaze. We must serve our Clan... he told Swiftfoot silently.
For how long? Swiftfoot replied, though he doubted his brother could read his own eyes. Swiftfoot had high doubts that ShadowClan could fully commit to the Warrior Code as ThunderClan supposedly had. Still, the silent tom complied and fell into step on Crowclaw's right and he could just feel Ravenflight pounce to Crowclaw's left. And the two traveled on either side of their virtuous tall brother, unsure of how long this peace between them would last. |
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Post by yoko on Sept 10, 2010 19:49:12 GMT -5
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Post by yoko on Dec 20, 2010 0:02:31 GMT -5
 Name: Palestripe Gender: she-cat Age: ? Clan: RiverClan Rank: Warrior Apprentice: ? Love Interest:...his siblings...all of them Kin: Mothpaw....several others. Description:Personality:History:Other:Roleplay Example: |
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The Honorable One