Post by Grim on Sept 10, 2010 22:54:38 GMT -5
Russetboy
Name::
Russetfang
Gender::
Tom
Age::
thirty-one moons
Clan::
RiverClan
Rank::
Warrior
Apprentice::
None
Love Interest::
Developing
Kin::
Fawnstep - RiverClan
Description::
Much like his sister, Russetfang inherited a fluffy pelt from their parents. In contrast to Fawnstep's pale tortie fur, though, Russetfang is bright red. The base color of his tabby pelt is vibrant, but the dark ginger stripes are a tad more eye-catching. Also, starting at the top of his large muzzle, the pelt is a clean white color. The paleness descends from that point to spill over his broad chest and continues south to cover the exceptionally thick bellyfur on his abdomen. The white is absent from nearly the rest of his body, but for his feathery tail-tip.
His form is a bit hard to discern through the mass of fur. Due to his abnormally heavy pelt, the warrior is quite bear-like. Looks are slightly deceiving with Russetfang, though. Beneath his luxurious blanket, he's hardly larger than average. He's roughly the same size as his masculine sibling, with robust shoulders, thick legs, and a solid head. However, he also suffers the same ailments. Russetfang is capable of traveling long distances quite easily, but at a reasonable pace. Sprinting and swift paces are his weaknesses, despite his long legs. His long fur causes him to move slower than he'd like and causes him to overheat easily.
Personality::
Russetfang is always ready for a nice laugh. He's quite easy to amuse and always willing to hear a joke, regardless of whether or not it's actually funny. He's very warmhearted and amiable towards most cats, as long as they're courteous in return. Although he's so friendly, it takes a bit for him to consider somebody a friend, rather than a kind acquaintance. He's an unbelievable friend to any who get close enough, being very compassionate and easy to talk to. He's loyal and quick to anger, especially if a friend is insulted or hurt in some way. He's also a tad hard to calm once he's upset about something, though. Once he's reached a point, he loses most forms of common sense and he'll sulk for hours, rejecting any form of communication with other cats. He's a little immature like this at times, but eventually he gains his head and comes sauntering back with an apologetic side-smile.
He flirts shamelessly with anybody he can get a rise out of, with no regard for gender or age. He's passionate about romance while it lasts, but recognizes once it has wilted and smoothly moves on. He doesn't linger. He's a gentleman to his lovers while he has them under his paw. He's very tactful and suave like that. However, he's also very flighty and a bit vain. If he sees somebody better, he might just take a nibble, regardless of whether he's 'taken' or not. This has always resulted in a bad ending, but apparently Russetfang just can't help himself. He's a fiend!
Whenever he's quiet, it's best to let him be. Although it's uncharacteristic, Russetfang can get snappy if he's in a bad mood. He'll apologize afterward, of course, but only once he's out of said mood. He isn't sullen often, but he only accepts his friends around him when he's busy being a downer.
History::
Russetfang and his sibling were born into their clan as pure-blooded RiverClan kits. Their mother was affectionate and soothing, from what Russetfang remembered of his kit-hood. The tom could vaguely recall the low rumble of her mothers purr, their own calming lullaby. However, once the two kits became apprentices, their mother began to distance herself from her kin. Russetfang comforted his sibling when she reached out, but was unable to find solace for himself. He comforted himself as best as he could, holding Fawnstep's needs far above his own needs. His mentor, a kind she-cat named Ottersplash tried to support the young tom, but it did little for his confused heart. He learned, at a very young age, to discern who was reliable and worth trusting. Russetfang became a full-fledged warrior at fourteen moons alongside his sister. She was named for her gentle and compliant attitude, as well as her silent tread. Russetfang, his vibrant orange pelt and vigor in battle.
Shortly after he became a RiverClan warrior, Russetfang's parents disappeared from the territory. When the deputy called for a search patrol, Russetfang was one of the first to volunteer. Almost at once, Russetfang had latched on to the scent of his parents and began tracking them through the tall grass. The scent was cold, but his nose had always been exceptionally keen. Within five minutes of following the trail in one collected line, Russetfang realized that they had planned their route. He kept his mouth shut, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out. The patrol moved briskly, fanning out behind Russetfang to better scan the undergrowth surrounding their party. The reek of the thunderpath hit them all at once and Russetfang's blood began to boil. He quickened the pace, but the end of the trail was near--inevitable. The patrol halted as one at the edge of their territory, keeping their paws well away from the black river of tar that stretched before them. The scent, however, continued. Russetfang gazed calmly across the thunderpath for only a second before turning his wintry stare on his anxious sister.
Although the patrol eventually left, shaking their heads in utter bewilderment, Fawnstep lingered near the last remnants of her parents' scent. Russetfang stayed near her side, hushing the doubts she had in herself and doing that big brotherly thing that he was so good at. He had long ago shoved their distant parents out of his calloused heart, hoping his sibling would do the same. Her pain upset the tom greatly and he vowed to shred their parent's pelts if they ever showed their faces around RiverClan again.
At seventeen moons, Russetfang was given his first apprentice. As he trained the young tom, Russetfang developed a very friendly relationship with Nightpaw. Nightpaw shared his views and opinions, while Russetfang shared the moves and warrior stuff that he'd learned during his five months as a warrior. The two became a team, of sorts. Besides his sibling, Nightpaw was the first cat to squirm into Russetfang's good graces enough to consider him a friend. As the six moons wore on, Russetfang laughed more and became more optimistic about the world than he'd ever been. When Nightpaw became Nightshadow and moved into the warrior's den, the two continued to be good friends.
Other::
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[/size]Name::
Russetfang
Gender::
Tom
Age::
thirty-one moons
Clan::
RiverClan
Rank::
Warrior
Apprentice::
None
Love Interest::
Developing
Kin::
Fawnstep - RiverClan
Description::
Much like his sister, Russetfang inherited a fluffy pelt from their parents. In contrast to Fawnstep's pale tortie fur, though, Russetfang is bright red. The base color of his tabby pelt is vibrant, but the dark ginger stripes are a tad more eye-catching. Also, starting at the top of his large muzzle, the pelt is a clean white color. The paleness descends from that point to spill over his broad chest and continues south to cover the exceptionally thick bellyfur on his abdomen. The white is absent from nearly the rest of his body, but for his feathery tail-tip.
His form is a bit hard to discern through the mass of fur. Due to his abnormally heavy pelt, the warrior is quite bear-like. Looks are slightly deceiving with Russetfang, though. Beneath his luxurious blanket, he's hardly larger than average. He's roughly the same size as his masculine sibling, with robust shoulders, thick legs, and a solid head. However, he also suffers the same ailments. Russetfang is capable of traveling long distances quite easily, but at a reasonable pace. Sprinting and swift paces are his weaknesses, despite his long legs. His long fur causes him to move slower than he'd like and causes him to overheat easily.
Personality::
Russetfang is always ready for a nice laugh. He's quite easy to amuse and always willing to hear a joke, regardless of whether or not it's actually funny. He's very warmhearted and amiable towards most cats, as long as they're courteous in return. Although he's so friendly, it takes a bit for him to consider somebody a friend, rather than a kind acquaintance. He's an unbelievable friend to any who get close enough, being very compassionate and easy to talk to. He's loyal and quick to anger, especially if a friend is insulted or hurt in some way. He's also a tad hard to calm once he's upset about something, though. Once he's reached a point, he loses most forms of common sense and he'll sulk for hours, rejecting any form of communication with other cats. He's a little immature like this at times, but eventually he gains his head and comes sauntering back with an apologetic side-smile.
He flirts shamelessly with anybody he can get a rise out of, with no regard for gender or age. He's passionate about romance while it lasts, but recognizes once it has wilted and smoothly moves on. He doesn't linger. He's a gentleman to his lovers while he has them under his paw. He's very tactful and suave like that. However, he's also very flighty and a bit vain. If he sees somebody better, he might just take a nibble, regardless of whether he's 'taken' or not. This has always resulted in a bad ending, but apparently Russetfang just can't help himself. He's a fiend!
Whenever he's quiet, it's best to let him be. Although it's uncharacteristic, Russetfang can get snappy if he's in a bad mood. He'll apologize afterward, of course, but only once he's out of said mood. He isn't sullen often, but he only accepts his friends around him when he's busy being a downer.
History::
Russetfang and his sibling were born into their clan as pure-blooded RiverClan kits. Their mother was affectionate and soothing, from what Russetfang remembered of his kit-hood. The tom could vaguely recall the low rumble of her mothers purr, their own calming lullaby. However, once the two kits became apprentices, their mother began to distance herself from her kin. Russetfang comforted his sibling when she reached out, but was unable to find solace for himself. He comforted himself as best as he could, holding Fawnstep's needs far above his own needs. His mentor, a kind she-cat named Ottersplash tried to support the young tom, but it did little for his confused heart. He learned, at a very young age, to discern who was reliable and worth trusting. Russetfang became a full-fledged warrior at fourteen moons alongside his sister. She was named for her gentle and compliant attitude, as well as her silent tread. Russetfang, his vibrant orange pelt and vigor in battle.
Shortly after he became a RiverClan warrior, Russetfang's parents disappeared from the territory. When the deputy called for a search patrol, Russetfang was one of the first to volunteer. Almost at once, Russetfang had latched on to the scent of his parents and began tracking them through the tall grass. The scent was cold, but his nose had always been exceptionally keen. Within five minutes of following the trail in one collected line, Russetfang realized that they had planned their route. He kept his mouth shut, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out. The patrol moved briskly, fanning out behind Russetfang to better scan the undergrowth surrounding their party. The reek of the thunderpath hit them all at once and Russetfang's blood began to boil. He quickened the pace, but the end of the trail was near--inevitable. The patrol halted as one at the edge of their territory, keeping their paws well away from the black river of tar that stretched before them. The scent, however, continued. Russetfang gazed calmly across the thunderpath for only a second before turning his wintry stare on his anxious sister.
Although the patrol eventually left, shaking their heads in utter bewilderment, Fawnstep lingered near the last remnants of her parents' scent. Russetfang stayed near her side, hushing the doubts she had in herself and doing that big brotherly thing that he was so good at. He had long ago shoved their distant parents out of his calloused heart, hoping his sibling would do the same. Her pain upset the tom greatly and he vowed to shred their parent's pelts if they ever showed their faces around RiverClan again.
At seventeen moons, Russetfang was given his first apprentice. As he trained the young tom, Russetfang developed a very friendly relationship with Nightpaw. Nightpaw shared his views and opinions, while Russetfang shared the moves and warrior stuff that he'd learned during his five months as a warrior. The two became a team, of sorts. Besides his sibling, Nightpaw was the first cat to squirm into Russetfang's good graces enough to consider him a friend. As the six moons wore on, Russetfang laughed more and became more optimistic about the world than he'd ever been. When Nightpaw became Nightshadow and moved into the warrior's den, the two continued to be good friends.
Other::
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