Post by DOG on Mar 27, 2011 20:20:42 GMT -5
Furcadia Alt Name. Tigerheart.
Character Title: Tigerheart.
Gender: Tomcat
Age: 23 moons.
Rank: Warrior.
Clan: ShadowClan.
Physical Description:
A brawny, amber-eyed brown tom; tabby stripes become more distinct on his tail and forelimbs, with the distinctive tabby M gracing his forehead. Brown fur transitions to an almost auburn-tinged hue on his muzzle and throat. His build is rather typical of an intact tomcat; solid, with a broad head and thick limbs. Fur length is a plush short-hair with healed scars concealed benea
Reference Photo:
Personality:
Tigerheart is a bold tom, confident in his fighting and hunting ability, and unafraid of failure. At times he is almost -too- confident, going through life with a self-assured swagger and firm belief in his ability to succeed at whatever he does - no matter if it may seem otherwise. In battle he is fearless , his confidence a boon to his success as well as a curse.
Despite his obvious strengths, the tabby has a tendency to leap headlong into a situation without thinking, preferring to follow his instincts over strategy.
History: Tigerheart's past mirrors many a Clan cat. Born to two Clanborn warriors, he trained dutifully under his mentor upon reaching six moons, and is several moons removed from his warrior ceremony. His impulsive nature caused him to fail several evaluations, hence him only having recently earned his warrior name.
One-line Description: Dark brown tabby tom.
Sample Roleplay Post:
Ashfur, having slept since returning from an early afternoon patrol, woke fresh. Unable to return to sleep even if he'd wanted to, with Galestorm snoring close to his ear, the tom had gone for an evening hunt. It had been minimally successful, and after having caught a mouse or two, the tom found his paws carrying him toward the edge of the territory in the direction of where he'd last seen his apprentice. Ashfur sat near Twoleg place for a long while, lost in memories of his apprentice, before doubling back to recover his catch and return home. What he found instead made his blood feel as if turned to ice: The mangled carcass of a cat. (>)
Ashfur tentatively crept to stepping stones to inspect the body. The scent was familiar, overlaid by blood, stone, and water, but familiar nonetheless. Breath catching in his lungs, the tom immediately turned and fled to camp, intent on heading directly to Froststar and alerting her of the news. This could not wait until morning.
Ashfur, as if on cue, emerged from the Warriors den , blinking sleep from his eyes. Pausing to groom his fur, tufty from sleep, the gray tom ambled into the clearing. One paw was extended forward, then another, the tom's back arching as he reached forward in a lengthy stretch. To combat the sleepless nights that had plagued him since Quickspring and Blackice's warrior ceremony, the gray warrior had requested to partake in not only the dawn patrol, but additional patrols, in the hopes that he'd return to his nest and fall into dreamless sleep. So far, it had been working, and the tom felt more refreshed than he had in quite some time. Until his apprentice stormed past, that is. (>)
Ashfur. "Foxpaw." The tom meowed, an unusual coolness to his tone as he drew even with the ginger-tailed she-cat. "I don't recall having told you it was alright to leave camp." Froststar's refusal to give Foxpaw her warrior name still stung, and the tom could not help but blame himself for his apprentice's failure to learn. The fact that Galestorm seemed to be a better mentor than he was, made it even worse.
Ashfur curled his lip, closing his eyes briefly and taking a deep and calming breath. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep himself from cuffing his apprentice over the head. Lecturing her had done little to whip her into shape, and she remained as stubborn as ever. "You're still an apprentice", he growled, forcing the fur along his spine to lay flat. A war of words, though inevitable, was not what was needed right now. "And as an apprentice, you are supposed to ask for permission from your mentor before going anywhere in the territory." (>)
Ashfur continued. "You're right. You aren't a kit, yet you continue to act like one. If you want to join your brother and sister in the warriors' den, you need to act like one, and earn your name. Not gallivanting off in enemy territory." Or Twolegplace, he added silently to himself, as Quickspring cut in to voice his unspoken thoughts. Perhaps Foxpaw's sister could knock some sense into her. Though, the gray tom wondered if she was going about it the right way.
Character Title: Tigerheart.
Gender: Tomcat
Age: 23 moons.
Rank: Warrior.
Clan: ShadowClan.
Physical Description:
A brawny, amber-eyed brown tom; tabby stripes become more distinct on his tail and forelimbs, with the distinctive tabby M gracing his forehead. Brown fur transitions to an almost auburn-tinged hue on his muzzle and throat. His build is rather typical of an intact tomcat; solid, with a broad head and thick limbs. Fur length is a plush short-hair with healed scars concealed benea
Reference Photo:
Personality:
Tigerheart is a bold tom, confident in his fighting and hunting ability, and unafraid of failure. At times he is almost -too- confident, going through life with a self-assured swagger and firm belief in his ability to succeed at whatever he does - no matter if it may seem otherwise. In battle he is fearless , his confidence a boon to his success as well as a curse.
Despite his obvious strengths, the tabby has a tendency to leap headlong into a situation without thinking, preferring to follow his instincts over strategy.
History: Tigerheart's past mirrors many a Clan cat. Born to two Clanborn warriors, he trained dutifully under his mentor upon reaching six moons, and is several moons removed from his warrior ceremony. His impulsive nature caused him to fail several evaluations, hence him only having recently earned his warrior name.
One-line Description: Dark brown tabby tom.
Sample Roleplay Post:
Ashfur, having slept since returning from an early afternoon patrol, woke fresh. Unable to return to sleep even if he'd wanted to, with Galestorm snoring close to his ear, the tom had gone for an evening hunt. It had been minimally successful, and after having caught a mouse or two, the tom found his paws carrying him toward the edge of the territory in the direction of where he'd last seen his apprentice. Ashfur sat near Twoleg place for a long while, lost in memories of his apprentice, before doubling back to recover his catch and return home. What he found instead made his blood feel as if turned to ice: The mangled carcass of a cat. (>)
Ashfur tentatively crept to stepping stones to inspect the body. The scent was familiar, overlaid by blood, stone, and water, but familiar nonetheless. Breath catching in his lungs, the tom immediately turned and fled to camp, intent on heading directly to Froststar and alerting her of the news. This could not wait until morning.
Ashfur, as if on cue, emerged from the Warriors den , blinking sleep from his eyes. Pausing to groom his fur, tufty from sleep, the gray tom ambled into the clearing. One paw was extended forward, then another, the tom's back arching as he reached forward in a lengthy stretch. To combat the sleepless nights that had plagued him since Quickspring and Blackice's warrior ceremony, the gray warrior had requested to partake in not only the dawn patrol, but additional patrols, in the hopes that he'd return to his nest and fall into dreamless sleep. So far, it had been working, and the tom felt more refreshed than he had in quite some time. Until his apprentice stormed past, that is. (>)
Ashfur. "Foxpaw." The tom meowed, an unusual coolness to his tone as he drew even with the ginger-tailed she-cat. "I don't recall having told you it was alright to leave camp." Froststar's refusal to give Foxpaw her warrior name still stung, and the tom could not help but blame himself for his apprentice's failure to learn. The fact that Galestorm seemed to be a better mentor than he was, made it even worse.
Ashfur curled his lip, closing his eyes briefly and taking a deep and calming breath. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep himself from cuffing his apprentice over the head. Lecturing her had done little to whip her into shape, and she remained as stubborn as ever. "You're still an apprentice", he growled, forcing the fur along his spine to lay flat. A war of words, though inevitable, was not what was needed right now. "And as an apprentice, you are supposed to ask for permission from your mentor before going anywhere in the territory." (>)
Ashfur continued. "You're right. You aren't a kit, yet you continue to act like one. If you want to join your brother and sister in the warriors' den, you need to act like one, and earn your name. Not gallivanting off in enemy territory." Or Twolegplace, he added silently to himself, as Quickspring cut in to voice his unspoken thoughts. Perhaps Foxpaw's sister could knock some sense into her. Though, the gray tom wondered if she was going about it the right way.