Post by Smokeleaf on Jan 31, 2010 19:35:36 GMT -5
Name: Thunderclaw
Rank: Warrior
Age: 37 Moons
Gender: Tomcat
Clan: EmberClan
Kin: Blacktail (sister), Birchkit (brother, deceased)
Mate: Open
Apprentice: Carkpaw
Pelt: Whispers fill the Clan; the shadows were present the day Thunderclaw was born. Three kits joined EmberClan that day, all of them born with the darkest pelts any cat had ever seen; all, however, except Birchkit, the starch white brother who didn’t even make it past sun-up. Of the two that remained, it was decided that Thunderkit had the darkest pelt. Like the shadows of the dancing pines, they say; the very shade of the raging storm clouds for which he was named. The color of the raging storms clouds is, of course, a deep, dark bluish-gray; but so dark, it is, that most cats have to bite their tongues to keep from calling it black. As for the length, it isn’t even the size of a pebble; more like a grain of sand, really, and just as fine. As for his build, he’s strong, muscular, and broad; not exactly the first cat you’d want to meet in battle.
Eyes: Yellow, round, and as striking as the full moon, these eyes are the lightning to the thunder. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and this is the case with Thunderclaw; his eyes are very mien. When he’s content, they are soft and glowing, like melting butter. When he’s a little miffed, they are hard and unforgiving; be sure to run when they look this way.
Personality: Despite his name and appearance, Thunderclaw is not a mean cat. Granted, he’s not exactly a friendly cat, but there are worse in EmberClan. He gets along with most cats, although not with his sister, and tends to float with the status quo. “Attack TimberClan? Okay, I’m there.” “Form an alliance with SootClan? Hmm, sounds like fun.” He tends to keep his opinions to himself, as well as his ambitions, for fear that some cruel cat would slaughter him ((cough, cough, Blacktail)). Out of everything, that is his greatest fault: he fears death. Ironically enough, he’s a fabulous fighter – perhaps from fight-or-flight reactions – although his hunting skills leave little to be desired. He tends to treat cats with respect in hopes that some day he’ll be made leader.
History: The usual. No extended apprenticeships, no tragic deaths. He just passed right through each rank like a good textbook-child. Bravo, Thunderclaw. Bravo.
Other: None.
Rank: Warrior
Age: 37 Moons
Gender: Tomcat
Clan: EmberClan
Kin: Blacktail (sister), Birchkit (brother, deceased)
Mate: Open
Apprentice: Carkpaw
Pelt: Whispers fill the Clan; the shadows were present the day Thunderclaw was born. Three kits joined EmberClan that day, all of them born with the darkest pelts any cat had ever seen; all, however, except Birchkit, the starch white brother who didn’t even make it past sun-up. Of the two that remained, it was decided that Thunderkit had the darkest pelt. Like the shadows of the dancing pines, they say; the very shade of the raging storm clouds for which he was named. The color of the raging storms clouds is, of course, a deep, dark bluish-gray; but so dark, it is, that most cats have to bite their tongues to keep from calling it black. As for the length, it isn’t even the size of a pebble; more like a grain of sand, really, and just as fine. As for his build, he’s strong, muscular, and broad; not exactly the first cat you’d want to meet in battle.
Eyes: Yellow, round, and as striking as the full moon, these eyes are the lightning to the thunder. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and this is the case with Thunderclaw; his eyes are very mien. When he’s content, they are soft and glowing, like melting butter. When he’s a little miffed, they are hard and unforgiving; be sure to run when they look this way.
Personality: Despite his name and appearance, Thunderclaw is not a mean cat. Granted, he’s not exactly a friendly cat, but there are worse in EmberClan. He gets along with most cats, although not with his sister, and tends to float with the status quo. “Attack TimberClan? Okay, I’m there.” “Form an alliance with SootClan? Hmm, sounds like fun.” He tends to keep his opinions to himself, as well as his ambitions, for fear that some cruel cat would slaughter him ((cough, cough, Blacktail)). Out of everything, that is his greatest fault: he fears death. Ironically enough, he’s a fabulous fighter – perhaps from fight-or-flight reactions – although his hunting skills leave little to be desired. He tends to treat cats with respect in hopes that some day he’ll be made leader.
History: The usual. No extended apprenticeships, no tragic deaths. He just passed right through each rank like a good textbook-child. Bravo, Thunderclaw. Bravo.
Other: None.
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