Post by Icedawn (Shadoweye) on Nov 12, 2006 22:58:18 GMT -5
heres a tom for Marshclan, hope you like him! ;D
Name: Windfang
Gender: Tom
Clan: Marshclan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Earthly colored Tom with yellowish-green eyes. He is a bulky cat and his muscles show through his fur a little. He is fairly large for a cat but he's as gentle and playful as a kit. His fur is the color of the ground where he lives, giving him an advantage against enemies. He has a somewhat boyish face.
Personality: He is a cheery, free spirited cat. He is a skilled hunter, using his advantages and the disadvantages of others to win almost any battle. He respects other cats and treats them an equals. He listens to every side before coming to a conclusion. He loves to explore and hang out with other cats. He almost never becomes discouraged, doubtful or angry(only if provoked).
History: His parents were as normal as any other cat, except they were older then most would be when having a kit. His mother died after giving birth to Windfang, for the stress on her body was to much for her. His father raised him as best he could but when Windfang got to be too big for his father to care for him, his father sent him to go and fend for himself. Windfang spent most of his kit life wandering and looking for a hunting ground to make a home. He ran into a Marshclan hunting party and was taken in. He was mentored by a She-cat named Fawnpelt. He quickly outgrew his mentor and even surpassed her hunting skills. One day Windfang and Fawnpelt were on a hunting patrol when Fawnpelt fell into a twoleg trap (the covered up hole kind of trap) and broke her leg. Windfang tried and tried to get her out but it was no use. She lay on the bottom of the pit, wincing at the pain in her leg. Finally she passed out, she had gone to Starclan.
Roleplaying example: Windfang sniffed the air. Ahhh... the smell of grass and water, mud and sand. This is home, he thought. He recalled the first day he came to Marshclan, when he had first smelled the aroma of the territory. He knew he had found the place where he would stay. He remembered Fawnpelt, his mentor. Oh, those were the days...
"My, my. Look how big you've grown, Windpaw." Fawnpelt remarked. "Your taller then me!"
"I may be taller than you Fawnpelt, but by far your better at everything else." Said Windfang. "I couldn't compare to you in a million moons."...
Suddenly His thoughts strayed to the hunting patrol... He was walking beside her. He was a lot older. He smelled something amiss but he didn't know if he should look into it. He turned to Fawnpelt, "Something feels out of the ordinary Fawnpelt." He said.
"I don't smell anything." She replied.
"I must be jumpy today or something..." He said, "never mind." Fawnpelt nodded. A screech erupted from her and she disappeared. "Fawnpelt!" He cried. He looked to where she was and saw a gaping hole in th ground. A faint moaning came from the hole. Windfang rushed over to the edge. "Fawnpelt? Are you alright?" Fear flowed through him like poison. He saw her on the bottom of the pit, laying on her side. One of her legs had a white sharp thing protruding from it, covered in blood. The bone had gone through her skin. He turned away and coughed up some fluids (can cats barf?) on the ground. He turned back to the hole. "Don't try to move! I'll get some help!" He jumped around. "Help!" He called out into the dark, " Anyone! Help! Please!" At first, there was only silence. Then he heard a response. He made out the words "Identify yourself!"
"I am Windfang of Marshclan!" He replied, " I need immediate assistance! Fawnpelt is injured!" He heard a familiar padding steadily growing. He saw a shape emerging. It was another from the hunting patrol. "What happened?" He asked.
"Fawnpelt is injured. Her leg is broken. She needs help and soon." He looked into the hole. "I will get help. Don't try anything without anyone else here." With that he dashed away toward camp.
"Hurry!" Windfang yelled after him, "She doesn't have much time!" A faint voice coming from the hole. He turned back to Fawnpelt. "You'll be alright, don't worry."
"They wont... get here in time... I'm too far... gone." She said, panting. "Take care... of yourself... Train hard and--" She stopped and breathed a deep breath. "I'm proud of you... Windfang."
"No! I won't let you die! Not today!" He half slided half fell down to her. "You won't die today..." He lifted her onto his back. "You can make it... don't die on me Fawnpelt." Tears were beginning to stream down his face. He tried climbing up the side but he slid down the side. He tried again but without success. He began wall jumping from wall to wall. He finally got out with Fawnpelt. He realized that the patrol was there. The tom he had met before stepped forward. "You could have gotten stuck down there like she did! What were you thinking?!"
In a menacing voice he replied "I was thinking about Fawnpelt now did you bring a Medicine cat?"
"Yes I did." He said. Windfang put Fawnpelt down. He saw a flutter in her breath.
"What can you do? Will she make it?" The Medicine cat stepped forward. "No. She is too far gone."...
Windfang drew himself out of the memory. A single tear rolled down his face.
Code words: Lemonade, rasberry
Name: Windfang
Gender: Tom
Clan: Marshclan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Earthly colored Tom with yellowish-green eyes. He is a bulky cat and his muscles show through his fur a little. He is fairly large for a cat but he's as gentle and playful as a kit. His fur is the color of the ground where he lives, giving him an advantage against enemies. He has a somewhat boyish face.
Personality: He is a cheery, free spirited cat. He is a skilled hunter, using his advantages and the disadvantages of others to win almost any battle. He respects other cats and treats them an equals. He listens to every side before coming to a conclusion. He loves to explore and hang out with other cats. He almost never becomes discouraged, doubtful or angry(only if provoked).
History: His parents were as normal as any other cat, except they were older then most would be when having a kit. His mother died after giving birth to Windfang, for the stress on her body was to much for her. His father raised him as best he could but when Windfang got to be too big for his father to care for him, his father sent him to go and fend for himself. Windfang spent most of his kit life wandering and looking for a hunting ground to make a home. He ran into a Marshclan hunting party and was taken in. He was mentored by a She-cat named Fawnpelt. He quickly outgrew his mentor and even surpassed her hunting skills. One day Windfang and Fawnpelt were on a hunting patrol when Fawnpelt fell into a twoleg trap (the covered up hole kind of trap) and broke her leg. Windfang tried and tried to get her out but it was no use. She lay on the bottom of the pit, wincing at the pain in her leg. Finally she passed out, she had gone to Starclan.
Roleplaying example: Windfang sniffed the air. Ahhh... the smell of grass and water, mud and sand. This is home, he thought. He recalled the first day he came to Marshclan, when he had first smelled the aroma of the territory. He knew he had found the place where he would stay. He remembered Fawnpelt, his mentor. Oh, those were the days...
"My, my. Look how big you've grown, Windpaw." Fawnpelt remarked. "Your taller then me!"
"I may be taller than you Fawnpelt, but by far your better at everything else." Said Windfang. "I couldn't compare to you in a million moons."...
Suddenly His thoughts strayed to the hunting patrol... He was walking beside her. He was a lot older. He smelled something amiss but he didn't know if he should look into it. He turned to Fawnpelt, "Something feels out of the ordinary Fawnpelt." He said.
"I don't smell anything." She replied.
"I must be jumpy today or something..." He said, "never mind." Fawnpelt nodded. A screech erupted from her and she disappeared. "Fawnpelt!" He cried. He looked to where she was and saw a gaping hole in th ground. A faint moaning came from the hole. Windfang rushed over to the edge. "Fawnpelt? Are you alright?" Fear flowed through him like poison. He saw her on the bottom of the pit, laying on her side. One of her legs had a white sharp thing protruding from it, covered in blood. The bone had gone through her skin. He turned away and coughed up some fluids (can cats barf?) on the ground. He turned back to the hole. "Don't try to move! I'll get some help!" He jumped around. "Help!" He called out into the dark, " Anyone! Help! Please!" At first, there was only silence. Then he heard a response. He made out the words "Identify yourself!"
"I am Windfang of Marshclan!" He replied, " I need immediate assistance! Fawnpelt is injured!" He heard a familiar padding steadily growing. He saw a shape emerging. It was another from the hunting patrol. "What happened?" He asked.
"Fawnpelt is injured. Her leg is broken. She needs help and soon." He looked into the hole. "I will get help. Don't try anything without anyone else here." With that he dashed away toward camp.
"Hurry!" Windfang yelled after him, "She doesn't have much time!" A faint voice coming from the hole. He turned back to Fawnpelt. "You'll be alright, don't worry."
"They wont... get here in time... I'm too far... gone." She said, panting. "Take care... of yourself... Train hard and--" She stopped and breathed a deep breath. "I'm proud of you... Windfang."
"No! I won't let you die! Not today!" He half slided half fell down to her. "You won't die today..." He lifted her onto his back. "You can make it... don't die on me Fawnpelt." Tears were beginning to stream down his face. He tried climbing up the side but he slid down the side. He tried again but without success. He began wall jumping from wall to wall. He finally got out with Fawnpelt. He realized that the patrol was there. The tom he had met before stepped forward. "You could have gotten stuck down there like she did! What were you thinking?!"
In a menacing voice he replied "I was thinking about Fawnpelt now did you bring a Medicine cat?"
"Yes I did." He said. Windfang put Fawnpelt down. He saw a flutter in her breath.
"What can you do? Will she make it?" The Medicine cat stepped forward. "No. She is too far gone."...
Windfang drew himself out of the memory. A single tear rolled down his face.
Code words: Lemonade, rasberry