Post by yoko on Aug 9, 2010 11:16:14 GMT -5
Name: Crowclaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: Open
Love Interest: Ahhh, prince-charming Open/In roleplay only, not taking requests, not sending them out.
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 OneRoleplay 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.
