Post by Lycanea on Apr 9, 2015 16:27:43 GMT -5
Name: Shadekit » Shadepaw » Shadeclaw
Sex: Tom
Age: 4 years old
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Hazel
Reference: www.flickr.com/photos/flippism/12686573/in/photolist-282h2-pruYa-7BW6Ev-ec91Jo-8ebtbC-pG2fuR-8ebtvY-ec926u-pkVgpM-9TzuRk-6U4QvL-6VxwUp-8BHQw7-6VxwUr-6VxwUk-6VxwUg-6VxwUc-ec91Tj-5rRfcT-82zv6m-4bmbEJ-6bX5Tg-6VBcp1-6U4XQG-5edb2V-GVq9e-9xh3Wy-FeRLs-2PbhVw-2P6Nwn-2P6PjD-2PbfrJ-2P6QVx-2PbgbG-2P6PSV-2Pbfgq-2P6RuB-dmcXF9-9xe37c-9xe49M-9xe55M-9xh2ew-9xh4Uf-9xe4St-9xe3Q6-9xe2kB-qFSZxY-qYj5ji-dMKH8Q-4bhhZP
Large mackerel tabby tom with hazel eyes.
Strength: 4
Defense: 3
Agility: 3
Stealth: 2
Tracking: 3
Personality: Though considered an introvert, Shadeclaw has well-developed communication skills, as well as vigorous relationships with the cats that surround him, giving others the impression that he is well rounded when it comes to socializing. However, too much interaction with another can easily tire him, depleting his energy sources, and just overall, making him unapproachable.
Quick to judge, yet frequently receptive to most ideas or changes, Shadeclaw often emits a tranquil aura, but that aura can easily be shifted into something more sinister should anyone anger him.
Strongly believing in his strengths are what defines who he is, he continually strives to better himself in all areas possible, whether it be Stealth, his worst skill, or Strength, which is his best.
Shadeclaw's biggest challenge, is that he must be seen to be believed. Having the propensity to underplay most of his accomplishments, he's more likely to stay quiet about the important things.
History: Born to a rather boisterous queen by the name of Poppytail, Shadeclaw quickly became enamored by his mother, whom showed him great affection, showering him in as much love as he could take in.
His father, Foxear, wasn't as ostentatious when showing his fondness for his only kit, however, in his own way, he let it be known that he would do anything for his offspring.
Once Shadeclaw became an apprentice, he quickly realized that not everyone was as lucky as he was in receiving warmth, so he went out of his way to be kind to others.
Yet, when his father, Foxear, died bravely battling a fox that had wandered too close to the clan, Shadeclaw's personality changed, and he became quite reserved with his feelings, choosing to deny those that needed the affection, any at all.
Accepting his warrior name, he focused on building up himself into becoming an even better warrior, so that he could protect those that he loved from suffering. However, unfortunately, he has learned the hard way, that there are some pains that you can't fight with your claws and teeth.
Heritage: Mother: Poppytail, Living
Father: Foxear, Deceased
Role-Play Example:
(Just something I wrote up for a different roleplay awhile ago)
-Just wonderful. -He had expected a scolding when he got back, he just hadn't expected it to be so severe. After all, all he had done was go down to the lake shore to watch the sunrise. Of course, he would rather bite his own tail off before admitting to anyone that he liked Sunrises.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry, okay?" His ears flattened slightly as he turned his pale yellow eyes to the she-cat he thought of as a mother. He knew she wasn't his mother, she had told him that much. But he would never be so shallow as to yell out words that could hurt her. After all, she was the closest to family as he would ever get.
"I'm sorry, Leopardstream. I'll try not to do it again." He muttered, turning his eyes away, not really interested in what the clan was doing, but just watching anyway.
This morning had been rather cold. But that was to be expected when the sun hadn't been allowed to spread its tendrils of warmth upon the land. However, it had warmed up quite quickly. Perhaps he'd go hunting today.
Suddenly, he shook his head. -It happened again. I'll have to be more careful. -He thought as he blinked his eyes, shaking his head to clear away his confusion. For a moment, it felt as if cobwebs had wrapped themselves firmly around his mind, disabling him from seeing, but luckily, with a little more persistence they dislodged themselves and he could see once more.
He disliked having such a weakness. One that left him at the mercy of others. But once again, how lucky it was for him that no one except Leopardstream knew about it. Or so he hoped.
Picking himself up, he eyed his mother, and decided that her scrawny form needed a bit more sustenance, he found himself picking his way through cats towards the freshkill pile.
"What meager offerings." He mumbled grumpily, as he sorted through the carcasses. Finally deciding, he picked up a scrawny mouse and the plump squirrel that he had seen Gingerheart drop. With a silent thanks towards the male warrior, he made his way back to his mother and dropped the squirrel in front of her before sitting down with his own meal.
Sex: Tom
Age: 4 years old
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Hazel
Reference: www.flickr.com/photos/flippism/12686573/in/photolist-282h2-pruYa-7BW6Ev-ec91Jo-8ebtbC-pG2fuR-8ebtvY-ec926u-pkVgpM-9TzuRk-6U4QvL-6VxwUp-8BHQw7-6VxwUr-6VxwUk-6VxwUg-6VxwUc-ec91Tj-5rRfcT-82zv6m-4bmbEJ-6bX5Tg-6VBcp1-6U4XQG-5edb2V-GVq9e-9xh3Wy-FeRLs-2PbhVw-2P6Nwn-2P6PjD-2PbfrJ-2P6QVx-2PbgbG-2P6PSV-2Pbfgq-2P6RuB-dmcXF9-9xe37c-9xe49M-9xe55M-9xh2ew-9xh4Uf-9xe4St-9xe3Q6-9xe2kB-qFSZxY-qYj5ji-dMKH8Q-4bhhZP
Large mackerel tabby tom with hazel eyes.
Strength: 4
Defense: 3
Agility: 3
Stealth: 2
Tracking: 3
Personality: Though considered an introvert, Shadeclaw has well-developed communication skills, as well as vigorous relationships with the cats that surround him, giving others the impression that he is well rounded when it comes to socializing. However, too much interaction with another can easily tire him, depleting his energy sources, and just overall, making him unapproachable.
Quick to judge, yet frequently receptive to most ideas or changes, Shadeclaw often emits a tranquil aura, but that aura can easily be shifted into something more sinister should anyone anger him.
Strongly believing in his strengths are what defines who he is, he continually strives to better himself in all areas possible, whether it be Stealth, his worst skill, or Strength, which is his best.
Shadeclaw's biggest challenge, is that he must be seen to be believed. Having the propensity to underplay most of his accomplishments, he's more likely to stay quiet about the important things.
History: Born to a rather boisterous queen by the name of Poppytail, Shadeclaw quickly became enamored by his mother, whom showed him great affection, showering him in as much love as he could take in.
His father, Foxear, wasn't as ostentatious when showing his fondness for his only kit, however, in his own way, he let it be known that he would do anything for his offspring.
Once Shadeclaw became an apprentice, he quickly realized that not everyone was as lucky as he was in receiving warmth, so he went out of his way to be kind to others.
Yet, when his father, Foxear, died bravely battling a fox that had wandered too close to the clan, Shadeclaw's personality changed, and he became quite reserved with his feelings, choosing to deny those that needed the affection, any at all.
Accepting his warrior name, he focused on building up himself into becoming an even better warrior, so that he could protect those that he loved from suffering. However, unfortunately, he has learned the hard way, that there are some pains that you can't fight with your claws and teeth.
Heritage: Mother: Poppytail, Living
Father: Foxear, Deceased
Role-Play Example:
(Just something I wrote up for a different roleplay awhile ago)
-Just wonderful. -He had expected a scolding when he got back, he just hadn't expected it to be so severe. After all, all he had done was go down to the lake shore to watch the sunrise. Of course, he would rather bite his own tail off before admitting to anyone that he liked Sunrises.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry, okay?" His ears flattened slightly as he turned his pale yellow eyes to the she-cat he thought of as a mother. He knew she wasn't his mother, she had told him that much. But he would never be so shallow as to yell out words that could hurt her. After all, she was the closest to family as he would ever get.
"I'm sorry, Leopardstream. I'll try not to do it again." He muttered, turning his eyes away, not really interested in what the clan was doing, but just watching anyway.
This morning had been rather cold. But that was to be expected when the sun hadn't been allowed to spread its tendrils of warmth upon the land. However, it had warmed up quite quickly. Perhaps he'd go hunting today.
Suddenly, he shook his head. -It happened again. I'll have to be more careful. -He thought as he blinked his eyes, shaking his head to clear away his confusion. For a moment, it felt as if cobwebs had wrapped themselves firmly around his mind, disabling him from seeing, but luckily, with a little more persistence they dislodged themselves and he could see once more.
He disliked having such a weakness. One that left him at the mercy of others. But once again, how lucky it was for him that no one except Leopardstream knew about it. Or so he hoped.
Picking himself up, he eyed his mother, and decided that her scrawny form needed a bit more sustenance, he found himself picking his way through cats towards the freshkill pile.
"What meager offerings." He mumbled grumpily, as he sorted through the carcasses. Finally deciding, he picked up a scrawny mouse and the plump squirrel that he had seen Gingerheart drop. With a silent thanks towards the male warrior, he made his way back to his mother and dropped the squirrel in front of her before sitting down with his own meal.