Post by night on Aug 29, 2010 19:02:41 GMT -5
Name:
Smudgeclaw
Gender:
Tom
Age:
Nineteen Moons
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Warrior
Apprentice:
(Soon-to-be) Beechpaw
Love Interest:
*coughBeechpawandeveryotherfemaleapprentice/warriorcough*
Kin:
Hawkwing ~ Father, NPC
Rosefur ~ Mother, deceased
Description:
Smudgeclaw is, as his name suggests, a cat with many smudges. His white fur is accented with black patches that spread across his back, and around his tail. His face is a black mask, with a white stripe running down his nose. He is well developed for his age, with muscles that ripple gently as he walks. He has a (somewhat) unusually long tail, and normal fangs/claws.
His handsome pelt is marked with a few scars, yes, but nothing that takes away too much from his appearance (something he is very proud of). His green eyes often twinkle, but despite this, he is well learned when it comes to keeping his expression neutral. Meaning, he can lie with a straight face. Where did the practice come from, I wonder? *innocence*
Personality:
Smudgeclaw is a party animal. He’s a flirtatious, masculine and fun-loving cat who just can’t get enough of life. Smudgeclaw definitely enjoys living life to the fullest, and because of this he can sometimes make stupid decisions, acting out of impulse. But what he really intends is to have fun on his way down the road of life.
Like I mentioned before, he’s very flirtatious. He likes trying to impress she cats and having ‘fun’ with other cats. He may flirt with a she cat even if he doesn’t necessarily like them, but he enjoys being liked, as well as the many ‘benefits’ that come with a love-struck female. He is not so keen on working, preferring to lay around all day, or flirt, but he tries to do his share.
Smudgeclaw also is very proud, though he tries to curb it. He is slightly egotistical though, at times, thinking that he is quite the handsome boy, and that the ladies just can’t resist him. Perhaps this is true, or perhaps it is all in his head. We’ll never really know, will we? Pride comes in other forms though, and he is proud to be a WindClan warrior. He hopes to someday move through the ranks, and someday become deputy, perhaps even leader. But don’t all young warriors hope for the same?
He does have his devilish side though. This side shows a manipulative, though seemingly sweet tom, who just merely wishes to have a little fun in life. Is that so bad? Perhaps….
History:
Once upon a time, there were two young cats, full of life, and a desire to conquer the world. They became close den-mates, then friends, and as such things are wont, they fell in love. Your typical love story, correct? After all, they received what they most desired – Rosefur became pregnant. Hawkwing was ecstatic, and looked after his young mate with great care.
But despite his efforts, it seemed StarClan had destined another thing entirely.
Star-crossed lovers, a two-leg might claim.
For doom was about to rear its ugly head, like an adder does before the kill.
While giving birth to her litter of two, Rosefur developed complications. The first kit was born healthy, with no problems, but when it came to the second kit, ‘problems’ seemed too mild a word.
The second kit was stillborn, for the cord that connected its tiny life to its mother’s had wound around its neck, killing it before it even drew breath. And due to the nature of the problem, Rosefur was weakened as well. Hawkwing could do nothing but watch helplessly as the she-cat he had fallen in love with died, with his name – and the name of their only surviving son – escaping her throat with her final breath.
Hawkwing was devastated, but he managed to pull himself together enough for his son. He was there throughout Smudegkit’s kithood, and through Smudgepaw’s apprenticeship. He was supportive, and the loudest yowler at Smudgeclaw’s warrior ceremony.
Yet, he could not teach his son the most important thing in life – love. Smudgeclaw grew up feeling as though love was only temporary, and wouldn’t last. Perhaps this was because of his father’s obvious pain at the death of his mother. Or maybe the fact that his father (with whom he was very close) disappeared soon after Smudgeclaw’s warrior ceremony, breaking Smudgeclaw’s fragile trust in love’s bonds, in whatever form.
Whatever the reason, Smudgeclaw had no desire to fall in love and have kits. Perhaps one day this will change, but for now, Smudgeclaw is content to ‘frolic’ about with the ladies, never fully opening his heart to them. For surely, that would be inviting heartbreak and pain.
Other:
Perverted cat, FTW!
Roleplay Example:
[Crappy example, but I couldn’t find my usual sample…
]The wind whistled by playfully, catching whatever it could, which at that moment, happened to be the hair of the woman standing at the railing of the ship. Long, auburn hair tangled with the wind, free as the gentle breeze, as she stood, watching the waves crashing against the wooden sides. Her shapely face was emotionless as she stood, just enjoying the smell of the salt water, the fresh breeze, the freedom she felt only on the deck of a ship. Her soft blue eyes, the color of the stormy ocean, and which could easily turn sharper than the sword hanging from her waist, were closed as she let the sun beat upon her face. The light caught her hair, turning it to liquid fire, contrasting with the billowy black shirt she wore, tucked into her tight black breeches.
She wore black boots, and to finish off her apparel, a sword and two daggers hung from her waist. A pistol was hidden from sight, and a third dagger was concealed in her boots. Her hair was loose, free to do as it pleased, not that she could do much with it. It was untamable, in a becoming sort of way. Much like her, a spirit that could not be contained, a fire that could not be quenched. Many had tried, and paid dearly for it, contributing to her fearsome reputation. It was well known that Cassandriel Rosewood, Cassie for short, was not a woman to be trifled with. She was sly as a fox, brave as a lion, and faster than a striking viper. Not often did one challenge her to a duel, and escape without a mark.
Still, above all else, she loved the sea, and preferred the gentle rocking of a ship beneath her, than the solid ground. This was where she belonged; this was where she felt truly free. So when the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow had approached her, wanting her to accompany him to find the legendary Fountain of Youth, she accepted. Now, she stood aboard the Black Pearl, ready for whatever the journey might bring.
Happy now?