Post by ~Rain on Nov 7, 2010 14:29:37 GMT -5
Name:
Falconstar
Gender:
Male
Age:
29 Moons
Clan:
ShadowClan
Rank:
Leader
Physical Description:
He is at an average size for a feline, with slim, but musclier features. Slender enough to slip between thick forest, his agility is unmatched. Falconstar is noiseless when walking around ShadowClan territory. Having large paws is an advantage when padding on snow. His rough pads have fur obscuring the bottoms, a trait his father, Snowpath, had. His pelt is a long haired dark gray mixed with other shades that keeps him warm in the cold seasons. Falconstar has a long characteristic "ruff" around his neck, handy when in the rain. The waterproofing of his pelt has been passed on from his ancestors on his mother's side. Equipped for the frozen north, his pelt has the second coat that some feline breeds do. An Egyptian slat emphasizes his penetrating gaze, ripping apart bone and flesh to gaze at the inner soul. Deep amber and blue in color, his eyes mask the mysteries of his past. Determination and willingness to succeed shine in his ambitious blue and amber orbs. Felines quaver before his wrath, swift and deadly when it comes though often held off by his lighter side. He has a long tail, often held like a banner in the air. Instead of watching his eyes, watch his tail. If it is twitching at the tip, you'd better leave. A brick red nose contrasts strikingly with his clean gray muzzle. Long ivory whiskers droop elegantly upon his face. With ears always sticking up, he has a permanently alert look.
Personality:
Falconstar has a will of tempered steel, unwilling to back down, never surrendering. His stubborn streak has gotten him into trouble countless times, yet aided him the next. Still, considering his attitude he manages to command the stage, turning arguments to his favor. Moons of fighting with his older brother have expanded his vocabulary and understanding of debate. Quite keen on revenge, he knows revenge is a dish best served with kindness. Killing with kindness he finds, is the proper way to make the other party guilty. He does not blow up often. Anger, he thinks, is just a waste of time and energy. If he needs to let off some steam he prefers to hunt or relax, never fight or someone might die. Social situations are not his strong point. Conversations with strangers yes, but speaking with cats his own age used to bother him as an apprentice. He cannot stand idleness in camp unless for a good reason. He can be prone to laziness in the mornings, for he is the last to fall asleep. He can be friendly, but often decides to keep a wall up. Distant, you could say, not really the type to strike up a conversation with a clanmate. If greeted he will answer, but never does he impose on the others unless it's crucial to the clans. Hash and unyielding on the outside, he does have a soft spot for young kits even if they cause mischief.
Likes:
Cold Weather (Rain/Snow)
Squirrel
Shy she-cats
Dislikes:
Headstrong/Irritating/Slow Cats
Hot weather
History:
Kit - 0 moons
A fluffy gray kit lay by his mother's stomach, nuzzling into her more and more, looking for the sweet taste of milk. After moments of searching, he finally found the source and began to suckle, feeling the warm liquid slip into his mouth and down his throat. He mewed happily, kneading her belly with his tiny paws and purring so loud, it could be heard out of the den. A rough tongue licked his head gently. The kitten's ears twitched, listening to the sweet purr of his mother. "Falconkit..." her soft voice whispered so lovingly. "I love you." To this, the kit mewed and purred louder if that was even possible. He did not know what she meant, but he loved the sound of his mother's voice.
Kit - 3 moons
[/font]Falconstar
Gender:
Male
Age:
29 Moons
Clan:
ShadowClan
Rank:
Leader
Physical Description:
He is at an average size for a feline, with slim, but musclier features. Slender enough to slip between thick forest, his agility is unmatched. Falconstar is noiseless when walking around ShadowClan territory. Having large paws is an advantage when padding on snow. His rough pads have fur obscuring the bottoms, a trait his father, Snowpath, had. His pelt is a long haired dark gray mixed with other shades that keeps him warm in the cold seasons. Falconstar has a long characteristic "ruff" around his neck, handy when in the rain. The waterproofing of his pelt has been passed on from his ancestors on his mother's side. Equipped for the frozen north, his pelt has the second coat that some feline breeds do. An Egyptian slat emphasizes his penetrating gaze, ripping apart bone and flesh to gaze at the inner soul. Deep amber and blue in color, his eyes mask the mysteries of his past. Determination and willingness to succeed shine in his ambitious blue and amber orbs. Felines quaver before his wrath, swift and deadly when it comes though often held off by his lighter side. He has a long tail, often held like a banner in the air. Instead of watching his eyes, watch his tail. If it is twitching at the tip, you'd better leave. A brick red nose contrasts strikingly with his clean gray muzzle. Long ivory whiskers droop elegantly upon his face. With ears always sticking up, he has a permanently alert look.
Personality:
Falconstar has a will of tempered steel, unwilling to back down, never surrendering. His stubborn streak has gotten him into trouble countless times, yet aided him the next. Still, considering his attitude he manages to command the stage, turning arguments to his favor. Moons of fighting with his older brother have expanded his vocabulary and understanding of debate. Quite keen on revenge, he knows revenge is a dish best served with kindness. Killing with kindness he finds, is the proper way to make the other party guilty. He does not blow up often. Anger, he thinks, is just a waste of time and energy. If he needs to let off some steam he prefers to hunt or relax, never fight or someone might die. Social situations are not his strong point. Conversations with strangers yes, but speaking with cats his own age used to bother him as an apprentice. He cannot stand idleness in camp unless for a good reason. He can be prone to laziness in the mornings, for he is the last to fall asleep. He can be friendly, but often decides to keep a wall up. Distant, you could say, not really the type to strike up a conversation with a clanmate. If greeted he will answer, but never does he impose on the others unless it's crucial to the clans. Hash and unyielding on the outside, he does have a soft spot for young kits even if they cause mischief.
Likes:
Cold Weather (Rain/Snow)
Squirrel
Shy she-cats
Dislikes:
Headstrong/Irritating/Slow Cats
Hot weather
History:
Kit - 0 moons
A fluffy gray kit lay by his mother's stomach, nuzzling into her more and more, looking for the sweet taste of milk. After moments of searching, he finally found the source and began to suckle, feeling the warm liquid slip into his mouth and down his throat. He mewed happily, kneading her belly with his tiny paws and purring so loud, it could be heard out of the den. A rough tongue licked his head gently. The kitten's ears twitched, listening to the sweet purr of his mother. "Falconkit..." her soft voice whispered so lovingly. "I love you." To this, the kit mewed and purred louder if that was even possible. He did not know what she meant, but he loved the sound of his mother's voice.
Kit - 3 moons
"Can't catch me! Can't catch me!" a tiny black kitten called, having a giggling fit as she ran away from two others who were having trouble
keeping up with her long legs. "C'mon Shadowkit! Slow down! We can't keep up!" one of the other kittens called, his fur drenched in sweat. He began slowing down as they ran around the camp and finally gave up, stopping all together. His tail dragged on the ground, as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up to notice Falconkit watching him. The tabby kitten instantly picked up his chin and glared at the fluffy gray tom. Falconkit flinched and stood up, walking away with his ears twitching every few seconds. His tail waved in the air like a banner as he moved to a different spot in front of the nursery. The gray kitten sat down again, curling his tail around his paws and continuing to watch his den-mates. He sighed softly, feeling awkward. Falconkit was never good at joining with the other kits in games. He never thought it was fun and always felt as if he were an outcast in the group. His ears perked up when he heard the sounds of paw-steps walking toward him. He knew it was his mother and looked up to see the beautiful calico stop in front of him. "Why aren't you playing with Shadowkit, Sorrowkit, and Flamekit?" she asked, her soft voice comforting her kit immediately. "I don't feel comfortable with them." he murmured in reply, "I don't like the games they play, it doesn't seem realistic to me." He felt the rough tongue lick his ear, as his mother always did when she was trying to cheer him up. A purr rumbled through his throat and he licked her shoulder in return. "Is this bad?" he asked suddenly. His mother giggled, licking him once more. "No, Falconkit. You are more mature than they are. Its a good thing." she paused, "When you become an apprentice, it'll help advance you to a warrior." At the word "warrior", Falconkit's chest puffed out in pride. "Really? So I'll become a warrior faster than most?" His mother didn't reply in words, but purred even louder.
Apprentice - 6 moons[/b]
"By naming apprentices, we show that ShadowClan will survive and remain strong." Hollowstar called, her voice echoing around the camp. The leaders green gaze rested on the four kits who sat in front of her, staring earnestly back as they waited for their new names and mentors. Hollowstar noticed the different behavior of the three litter-mates, Shadowkit, Sorrowkit, and Flamekit from the other kit, Falconkit. The gray tom sat so elegantly, his ears perked up to listen as if he were remembering every word. He stared back so calmly with his multicolored amber and blue eyes which held such deep intelligence. Her eyes softened, He will make an amazing warrior when he is through with his training. she thought, going on with the ceremony, "From this moment on, until they has earned their Warrior Names. Shadowkit." she said, resting her gaze on the small she-cat, "will be known as Shadowpaw." she moved on to Sorrowkit, "Sorrowkit will be known as Sorrowpaw." then again, she moved on, "Flamekit will be known as Flamepaw." And last, but not least, her green eyes rested on her favorite kit by far, "Falconkit." she said softly, "Will be known as Falconpaw." she stopped for a short moment, as they stared at each other. A connection of respect for each other went through the apprentice and leader right at that moment. Hollowstar went on. "Tawnyclaw, you are now ready to take on an apprentice. You will be mentor to Shadowpaw." she paused as the calico stepped forward. "Tawnyclaw, you have shown yourself to be a warrior of sneak and intelligence. I'm sure you will pass on all you know to this apprentice." "I will." Tawnyclaw whispered quietly as her and Shadowpaw went to join there clan-mates.
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