Post by foxpool on Oct 10, 2009 7:43:59 GMT -6
Name: Crowfoot
Gender: Tom
Age: 25 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Crowfoot has a dark brown pelt and green eyes. Around the paws and tail, the brown fades to a deep, jet black. His claws are long and sharp, and he is a good fighter. His eyes narrow to sharp slits when he is angry. His belly is a dappled brown-and-white, with long, muscular legs and shoulders and a broad muzzle. His nose is black, and he has freckles of black scattered across his face. His teeth are sharp and blazing white, as he cleans them every day with a little water and working a pine needle through them. He is an honourable fighter and a kind cat, unique to ShadowClan. His kindness attracted the attention of Stormfeather, his mate.
Personality: Crowfoot is very kind, but badtempered when he is angry. He does not hesitate to leap into battle with the cats he talked to at the last gathering, if that should come about. Though kind in times of peace, when battle rages he fights like TigerClan, LeopardClan, and LionClan combined, not giving up until every invader has been sent packing. This usually results in many injuries, none too serious, thankfully. He is not so bloodthirsty in battle as to be blinded by greed and hate. He fights for his Clan and to only his Clan is he loyal. He never makes friends with other Clans at the gatherings, as he knows he may meet them in battle. He fights with honour, letting go any cat that has had enough. He has killed another cat in battle only once, and that completely changed his life.
In the clan camp, he is kind and peaceful, visiting his daughter Lightkit whenever he can. He dearly loves his mate Stormfeather, and would do anything he could to save her if her life were threatened.
Summary: Dark brown-to-black tom with green eyes.
History: Though Crowfoot's parents' names and lives have been forgotten over the years, his history remains. He was born one snowy night in the middle of leaf-bare, the only one of his litter to survive. He was exceptionally strong, rising to be a great apprentice, excelling in all tasks set upon him. He grew to be a warrior of exceptional loyalty and skill in battle. However, in one battle, his mind was blinded by hate when he found himself claw to claw with his enemy. In a burst of anger, he killed the cat Rivershadow. After the battle was over, Crowfoot was traumatized. He vowed to reform his ways and never become blinded by hate or greed again. Now he is a loyal and kind ShadowClan warrior, forever haunted by the image of Rivershadow dying in a pool of blood. His favorite hobbies include hunting and visiting his kit, Lightkit. He is proud to be a member of Shadowclan, and a loyal warrior.
Family: Crowfoot's parents' names have been forgotten over the years.
Mate: Stormfeather, also Lightkit's mother.
Roleplaying Sample: Crowfoot's Memory: Killing Rivershadow...
They burst into battle over a border raid. Crowfoot didn't remember what Clan, but they were half-starved and desperate for food. All he remembers is that they were hunting well into ShadowClan territory, and Rivershadow was with them. Crowfoot has never liked Rivershadow. He made fun of Crowfoot at gatherings for his kind nature, and Crowfoot grew to hate him. At that battle, he just cracked. He remembers briefly seeing the look of terror on his face, before hate clouded over and all he could hear or smell was the roaring, screeching death throes of that cat, and he remembers feeling the ground wet under his paws, the tearing of fur in his claws, smelling the blood. StarClan, there was so much blood... Crwofoot remembers, when the battle was raging, his Clanmates yowling at him to stop, desperately trying to claw him off Rivershadow. Crowfoot batted them away, and when the battle was over and his eyes cleared, he could see what he had done. And he shall never forget it. Rivershadow's body lay on the ground, scrawny and torn apart by his claws. His blue-furred belly was matted with blood, and the ground around him was red. Crowfoot stumbled backward, numb. Shock overtook him, and he sank to the ground, staring unseeing at the life he had took. Crowfoot'spaws trembled, and then everything went black as he went unconscious. That is all he can remember, and it haunts him to this day.
Code Word: Warrior Cats
Gender: Tom
Age: 25 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Crowfoot has a dark brown pelt and green eyes. Around the paws and tail, the brown fades to a deep, jet black. His claws are long and sharp, and he is a good fighter. His eyes narrow to sharp slits when he is angry. His belly is a dappled brown-and-white, with long, muscular legs and shoulders and a broad muzzle. His nose is black, and he has freckles of black scattered across his face. His teeth are sharp and blazing white, as he cleans them every day with a little water and working a pine needle through them. He is an honourable fighter and a kind cat, unique to ShadowClan. His kindness attracted the attention of Stormfeather, his mate.
Personality: Crowfoot is very kind, but badtempered when he is angry. He does not hesitate to leap into battle with the cats he talked to at the last gathering, if that should come about. Though kind in times of peace, when battle rages he fights like TigerClan, LeopardClan, and LionClan combined, not giving up until every invader has been sent packing. This usually results in many injuries, none too serious, thankfully. He is not so bloodthirsty in battle as to be blinded by greed and hate. He fights for his Clan and to only his Clan is he loyal. He never makes friends with other Clans at the gatherings, as he knows he may meet them in battle. He fights with honour, letting go any cat that has had enough. He has killed another cat in battle only once, and that completely changed his life.
In the clan camp, he is kind and peaceful, visiting his daughter Lightkit whenever he can. He dearly loves his mate Stormfeather, and would do anything he could to save her if her life were threatened.
Summary: Dark brown-to-black tom with green eyes.
History: Though Crowfoot's parents' names and lives have been forgotten over the years, his history remains. He was born one snowy night in the middle of leaf-bare, the only one of his litter to survive. He was exceptionally strong, rising to be a great apprentice, excelling in all tasks set upon him. He grew to be a warrior of exceptional loyalty and skill in battle. However, in one battle, his mind was blinded by hate when he found himself claw to claw with his enemy. In a burst of anger, he killed the cat Rivershadow. After the battle was over, Crowfoot was traumatized. He vowed to reform his ways and never become blinded by hate or greed again. Now he is a loyal and kind ShadowClan warrior, forever haunted by the image of Rivershadow dying in a pool of blood. His favorite hobbies include hunting and visiting his kit, Lightkit. He is proud to be a member of Shadowclan, and a loyal warrior.
Family: Crowfoot's parents' names have been forgotten over the years.
Mate: Stormfeather, also Lightkit's mother.
Roleplaying Sample: Crowfoot's Memory: Killing Rivershadow...
They burst into battle over a border raid. Crowfoot didn't remember what Clan, but they were half-starved and desperate for food. All he remembers is that they were hunting well into ShadowClan territory, and Rivershadow was with them. Crowfoot has never liked Rivershadow. He made fun of Crowfoot at gatherings for his kind nature, and Crowfoot grew to hate him. At that battle, he just cracked. He remembers briefly seeing the look of terror on his face, before hate clouded over and all he could hear or smell was the roaring, screeching death throes of that cat, and he remembers feeling the ground wet under his paws, the tearing of fur in his claws, smelling the blood. StarClan, there was so much blood... Crwofoot remembers, when the battle was raging, his Clanmates yowling at him to stop, desperately trying to claw him off Rivershadow. Crowfoot batted them away, and when the battle was over and his eyes cleared, he could see what he had done. And he shall never forget it. Rivershadow's body lay on the ground, scrawny and torn apart by his claws. His blue-furred belly was matted with blood, and the ground around him was red. Crowfoot stumbled backward, numb. Shock overtook him, and he sank to the ground, staring unseeing at the life he had took. Crowfoot'spaws trembled, and then everything went black as he went unconscious. That is all he can remember, and it haunts him to this day.
Code Word: Warrior Cats
