Post by DOG on Oct 4, 2008 23:13:01 GMT -5
NAME: Smokefur.
GENDER: Tom.
CLAN: Thunderclan.
RANK: Warrior.
AGE: Nineteen moons.
PICTURE: [X] [X] [X]
QUICK DESCRIPTION: long-haired black tom with pale amber eyes.
DESCRIPTION:
PERSONALITY:
HISTORY:
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
GENDER: Tom.
CLAN: Thunderclan.
RANK: Warrior.
AGE: Nineteen moons.
PICTURE: [X] [X] [X]
QUICK DESCRIPTION: long-haired black tom with pale amber eyes.
DESCRIPTION:
Smokefur is a massive, intimidating-looking cat. His fur is a thick black color, and offers good protection in the season of leaf-bare - but not so much in the warmer seasons. His right ear is crimped and crinkled from a battle long forgotten, and healed scars are hidden beneath his thick coat. Smokefur is a stockily built cat, with wide and thickly-furred paws, and muscled limbs. In sharp contrast to his dark coat, the tom's eyes are a vivid and pale mint-green.
PERSONALITY:
Smokefur has been described by his peers as a "grump" and a "grouch"; aloof at his best, and coupled with his imposing appearance, the male can be intimidating at first meeting. And Smokefur certainly does not do anything to contradict another cat's first impression! Bold and a bit reckless when it comes to risking his tail in battle, he earned many a scar as an apprentice before receiving his warrior name. However, despite beneath his stern appearance, Smokefur is a fiercely and unwaveringly loyal cat to his leader and his clan, and will give his life to protect his clanmates. Impatient as he may be with younger cats, there is a softer side deep beneath all the wild black fur. VERY deep beneath.. but it's there!
HISTORY:
Born to two thunderclan warriors, Grayfur and Whitecloud, Smokefur was one of two kits born to the beautiful white queen at the tail end of green-leaf. Leaf-bare hit hard that season, and bot his mother and littermate did not survive from a bout of greencough that swept through the camp. Not near six moons, the care of the young black tom was taken up by a less-then-enthusiastic queen by the name of Ravenfur. With her last litter just having been named apprentices, the old she-cat's dreams of retirement as an elder were dashed as she was the sole queen that was lactating and able to feed the kit. Smokepaw's apprenticeship could not have come fast enough for Ravenfur.
Perhaps it was his lack of a caring den-mother in his earlier moons that led to the tom picking up some of Ravenfur's discontented grumblings. Nevertheless, Smokepaw was an eager young apprentice, almost too eager as he practically threw himself into his training and fought fiercely in various battle skirmishes against rival clans. Before his apprenticeship was through, one of Smokepaw's ears was permanently crimped, something he was quite proud of due to the fact that it would be a lasting reminder of his loyalty to fighting for his clan. Under the careful guidance of his mentor, Smokefur matured to an able warrior and shed much of his quick-temper, though it does arise once and again when he is pushed.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Smokefur went in the opposite direction, lifting his tail to spray his scent on the rocks that cropped outward into Streamclan territory. If luck was on their side, the mousebrained Streamclan cats would be too preoccupied looking for the fox that attacked Lilyclan to think of patrolling near their border with Cliffclan. Eyes flicking upward, the deputy closed his eyes briefly in silent prayer for Starclan to deliver them all home safely. As Spiderfoot spoke, Smokefur went instantly on the alert, neckfur bristling and eyes narrowing to slits. Open-mouthed to scent the air, the tom stopped in mid-stride as he recognized familiar scents. Otterclaw, he thought. And more Streamclan cats! With a lash of his tail, the big deputy paced forward to stand beside his leader as Streamclan formed a semi-circle around the Cliffclan patrol. Smokefur's gaze roved over the Streamclan cats as he sized them up. Five on five, so each cat would have one to tussle with. Despite the clan's assumption that there would not be much problem handling their neighbor, the deputy couldn't help but notice the strong muscles beneath the pelts of the Streamclan warriors. Smokefur had enough experience to know that these cats would not make it easy for them. Bring it on. Curling his lips back in a menacing snarl, the big tom locked eyes with Otterclaw's burning gaze. You won't win.