Post by Smokeleaf on Apr 21, 2010 21:16:51 GMT -5
Name: Roantail
Rank: Pelt
Age: 27 Moons
Gender: Tomcat
Clan: BlazeClan
Kin: Eternalstorm (brother)
Mate: Open
Apprentice: Rustpaw
Pelt: Unlike his brother, Roantail has sleek, reddish-brown fur with flecks of white. It’s reasonably short in length, and fine. Ash, of course, intermingles among hairs, giving it a slightly grayish coloring. There’s a bald spot about the size of a quarter on his rump, a scar from the dripping lava. Structure-wise, he’s slender with a long, thin tail that trails low to the ground like a shadow. Whether it be with a quick glance or a long study, few cats see any resemblance between him and the Eternal.
Eyes: Small, tender, brown—each describes the eyes of this Pelt. They are warm, but not fiery, and are not mien. The eyes of Roantail are not his signature trait, and are not envied or admired among his Clan.
Personality: Roantail is fairly balanced in emotion, although he hates to reveal his true feelings on a subject. There’s plenty of ambition and kindness in him, but a fairly equal amount of jealousy and hurt. He wants to be the best Pelt he could imagine—even better than what he can imagine—and loves and respects kits to no end. However, something has always held him back, and that’s a certain cat named Eternalstorm. It has nothing to do with living in his brother’s shadow; Roantail’s only frustration is that he was never allowed to be his brother’s best friend, and that to this day, he doesn’t know the cat behind the fame. Secretly, Roantail feels deprived and alone, but he would never let another cat know that. Instead, he focuses on practicing and improving. His devotion leads to slight strictness when it comes to his Clanmates, as well as mutual respect.
History: Even though he’s the brother of the Eternal, it seems like no cat remembers this, and he’s lived a fairly normal lifestyle. Some recognition, loyal friends, just the right amount of she-cat suitors—Roantail has all that he needs, except for the littermate-love that most cats cherish without thinking. Pretty simple.
Other: Rien.
Rank: Pelt
Age: 27 Moons
Gender: Tomcat
Clan: BlazeClan
Kin: Eternalstorm (brother)
Mate: Open
Apprentice: Rustpaw
Pelt: Unlike his brother, Roantail has sleek, reddish-brown fur with flecks of white. It’s reasonably short in length, and fine. Ash, of course, intermingles among hairs, giving it a slightly grayish coloring. There’s a bald spot about the size of a quarter on his rump, a scar from the dripping lava. Structure-wise, he’s slender with a long, thin tail that trails low to the ground like a shadow. Whether it be with a quick glance or a long study, few cats see any resemblance between him and the Eternal.
Eyes: Small, tender, brown—each describes the eyes of this Pelt. They are warm, but not fiery, and are not mien. The eyes of Roantail are not his signature trait, and are not envied or admired among his Clan.
Personality: Roantail is fairly balanced in emotion, although he hates to reveal his true feelings on a subject. There’s plenty of ambition and kindness in him, but a fairly equal amount of jealousy and hurt. He wants to be the best Pelt he could imagine—even better than what he can imagine—and loves and respects kits to no end. However, something has always held him back, and that’s a certain cat named Eternalstorm. It has nothing to do with living in his brother’s shadow; Roantail’s only frustration is that he was never allowed to be his brother’s best friend, and that to this day, he doesn’t know the cat behind the fame. Secretly, Roantail feels deprived and alone, but he would never let another cat know that. Instead, he focuses on practicing and improving. His devotion leads to slight strictness when it comes to his Clanmates, as well as mutual respect.
History: Even though he’s the brother of the Eternal, it seems like no cat remembers this, and he’s lived a fairly normal lifestyle. Some recognition, loyal friends, just the right amount of she-cat suitors—Roantail has all that he needs, except for the littermate-love that most cats cherish without thinking. Pretty simple.
Other: Rien.
