Post by Smokeleaf on Dec 30, 2009 15:39:18 GMT -5
Name: Rowanfur
Rank: Warrior
Age: 30 Moons
Gender: Tomcat
Clan: StreamClan (BlazeClan prison)
Kin: Addertooth, Falconheart
Mate: **Fireflower, right?**
Apprentice: Open
Pelt: Rowanfur’s pelt is a rather handsome reddish brown, like the auburn of an autumn’s leaves. The coloring on his muzzle and tail-tip, however, represent a different season: the clear white snow of winter. His fur is pretty short, maybe a pebble long at best. Its length was nice in the frigid waters of StreamClan, but now that he’s stuck in BlazeClan, it doesn’t make for good protection against the falling lava and is slightly scarred. In addition, the shine it held in a prior life is now lost to the soot and ash of the volcano. All in all, recent events have sort of decreased his personal hygiene.
Eyes: Green eyes seem to run in the family; the forest-like coloring of those belonging to Rowanfur is very similar to those of his brother, Falconheart, although lacking in golden flecks. They can dance imaginatively and sparkle with knowing, but usually just hold a slight twinkle of mischief, which could possibly be confused for malice…
Personality: But rest assured, Rowanfur’s intentions are far from malicious, and aren’t even remotely related to havoc-wreaking of any kind. But, you know, if the shoe fits… His flair for rule-breaking began as a kit (a story for another category), and was really the result of an intense feeling of ennui, mixed perhaps with the desire to be recognized apart from his siblings. And really, it wasn’t as if his capers were particularly astounding, even though the kits might convince you otherwise. Unfortunately, this daring and reckless attitude carried with him even as he matured – if he ever did mature. In fact, the most mature anyone has ever seen him is in his present situation, bored out of his mind in the BlazeClan prison, and Addertooth is the only one who could confirm it! But it is true, he is acting a bit quieter lately, grave, as if the flame within him has just gone out. But, as any cat familiar with Rowanfur would say, it’s just a matter of time before he sparks back up again. And what better place to do that than in BlazeClan?
History: A list of countless capers; where to begin? Perhaps when he was three moons old, placed a leaf over Adderkit’s eyes, and convinced him the stars had gone out? Or maybe at a vigil at his 15th moon, when he placed a snakeskin into the stream right as Whiteash went out to get a drink of water? Or my personal favorite, when he caught his first bit of prey, a mouse, and saved it for nighttime so he could put it on Falconpaw’s head and watch him freak out in the morning? (He had to thank StarClan doubly for that kill.) All of those would be good places to start, but the most interesting was probably when he was four moons old and discovered that his fur gave off a rich orange sheen under the light radiance of the Glowmoss. In the dead of night, he went out into the middle of the camp, waited a moment, then started shrieking, “HELP! MY FUR IS ON FIRE! HELP!” Now, this didn’t turn out the way he was hoping, seeing as Whiteash’s snoring sort of drowned out his cries in the warrior’s den, and the only one who came to find out what was going on was Goldstar, who merely glanced at him, grunted, and returned to his den, unimpressed. While most will believe his suffix came strictly from his coloring, his name might have come from this little inside joke that the two cats have never and will never laugh about for as long as they live, the end.
Other: Rowanfur is in love with a BlazeClan she-cat who uncharacteristically decides to tend to the two StreamClan cats in her Clan’s prison.
Rank: Warrior
Age: 30 Moons
Gender: Tomcat
Clan: StreamClan (BlazeClan prison)
Kin: Addertooth, Falconheart
Mate: **Fireflower, right?**
Apprentice: Open
Pelt: Rowanfur’s pelt is a rather handsome reddish brown, like the auburn of an autumn’s leaves. The coloring on his muzzle and tail-tip, however, represent a different season: the clear white snow of winter. His fur is pretty short, maybe a pebble long at best. Its length was nice in the frigid waters of StreamClan, but now that he’s stuck in BlazeClan, it doesn’t make for good protection against the falling lava and is slightly scarred. In addition, the shine it held in a prior life is now lost to the soot and ash of the volcano. All in all, recent events have sort of decreased his personal hygiene.
Eyes: Green eyes seem to run in the family; the forest-like coloring of those belonging to Rowanfur is very similar to those of his brother, Falconheart, although lacking in golden flecks. They can dance imaginatively and sparkle with knowing, but usually just hold a slight twinkle of mischief, which could possibly be confused for malice…
Personality: But rest assured, Rowanfur’s intentions are far from malicious, and aren’t even remotely related to havoc-wreaking of any kind. But, you know, if the shoe fits… His flair for rule-breaking began as a kit (a story for another category), and was really the result of an intense feeling of ennui, mixed perhaps with the desire to be recognized apart from his siblings. And really, it wasn’t as if his capers were particularly astounding, even though the kits might convince you otherwise. Unfortunately, this daring and reckless attitude carried with him even as he matured – if he ever did mature. In fact, the most mature anyone has ever seen him is in his present situation, bored out of his mind in the BlazeClan prison, and Addertooth is the only one who could confirm it! But it is true, he is acting a bit quieter lately, grave, as if the flame within him has just gone out. But, as any cat familiar with Rowanfur would say, it’s just a matter of time before he sparks back up again. And what better place to do that than in BlazeClan?
History: A list of countless capers; where to begin? Perhaps when he was three moons old, placed a leaf over Adderkit’s eyes, and convinced him the stars had gone out? Or maybe at a vigil at his 15th moon, when he placed a snakeskin into the stream right as Whiteash went out to get a drink of water? Or my personal favorite, when he caught his first bit of prey, a mouse, and saved it for nighttime so he could put it on Falconpaw’s head and watch him freak out in the morning? (He had to thank StarClan doubly for that kill.) All of those would be good places to start, but the most interesting was probably when he was four moons old and discovered that his fur gave off a rich orange sheen under the light radiance of the Glowmoss. In the dead of night, he went out into the middle of the camp, waited a moment, then started shrieking, “HELP! MY FUR IS ON FIRE! HELP!” Now, this didn’t turn out the way he was hoping, seeing as Whiteash’s snoring sort of drowned out his cries in the warrior’s den, and the only one who came to find out what was going on was Goldstar, who merely glanced at him, grunted, and returned to his den, unimpressed. While most will believe his suffix came strictly from his coloring, his name might have come from this little inside joke that the two cats have never and will never laugh about for as long as they live, the end.
Other: Rowanfur is in love with a BlazeClan she-cat who uncharacteristically decides to tend to the two StreamClan cats in her Clan’s prison.