Post by .//.stabmyback|Away on Dec 17, 2007 22:17:35 GMT -5
Name: Falconclaw
Gender: Male
Age: 21 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Picture: None {yet}
Notable Kin: Kestrelwing {Deceased}, Parents {Unknown loners;; murdered by fox}
Short Description: Orange tabby tom with envy green eyes.
In-Depth Description:
Falconclaw is strong in build. His shoulders are broad, fur bristling off of them in small tuffs. His long legs lead to large claws. He's missing a few whiskers on his muzzle, but it doesn't effect him.
His pelt is a orange-yellow, and around medium length. Tabby stripes line his body and tip the top of his tail. A few bits of fur near his pads and underbelly are more of an orange-white color, then grow darker as they go up his pelt.
Falconclaw's eyes are a forest color, lined with lime green. Envy flickers through his eyes sometimes, giving the feel that his eyes really are 'envy green'.
Personality:
Falconclaw is a big socialite. He loves to talk, and really loves to flirt. He always has to have someone with him. He absolutely hates being alone. This causes him to be extremely social, so he either has friends, or people who hate his guts and want to rip his fur out.
Falconclaw is never one for the leader. Leader, or deputy. The medicine cat is nice enough, but he doesn't like clan life, but he didn't want to be a loner, so he never defies it. He does follow the leader. If he didn't, he would be disloyal, and he'd be ticked. Falconclaw actually likes most things. He doesn't usually hate anyone or anything, because he doesn't think anything needs to be hated unless it's evil. He does hate a things, though. His parents, and dogs. He doesn't have a reason for hated his parents, he just does.
He also doesn't believe in StarClan. He believes their just some story a leader made up to make everyone listen to him, and it caught on. He believes that when you die, nothing happens. Or maybe your physical body creates a tree, or something. He isn't sure, really, but he doesn't believe they all go to some big wonderful world in the sky.
History:
Kithood; Two beautiful, unnamed orange tabbies born of loners. The loners were killed a day after their birth. A fox attacked, then dragged off both their bodies to devour at its den. A horrible example of the circle of life. Warriors came across the kits, and it was obvious of what had happened, with cat blood and fox fur lining the area. The kits were half starved, and the warriors couldn't leave them to die, so they whisked them away to WindClan.
They were fostered by a she-cat, Willowfur. She was around 50 moons, and it was a struggle to keep the kits alive for the first few moons. Falconkit and Kestrelkit were their names now.
Falconkit grew up easy enough, rumping around annoying his sister and the other kits, tossing moss balls around. He and his sister thought Willowfur and her mate who had died in a war recently, Browntail, were their parents. He continued to think that until Willowfur told him the truth.
He was silent for a while after being told. It was strange, to grow up thinking someone was your mom then to find out she wasn't. He lost belief in StarClan quickly, knowing if all that he had been told about how kind they were couldn't be true, because his parents wouldn't have been killed. He got over the shock slowly, becoming more social and flirtatious.
Apprenticeship; Falconpaw wasn't the best apprentice. He would flirt so much he would never learn. He sneaked out one time, and had his warrior name delayed because of it. He was ticked off.
Now; Falconclaw has gotten better, and received his warrior name at 15 moons. Kestrelwing was his sister's name, and she adored it. They were strong together, even when their foster mother died from greencough. But one day changed that. They were hunting, but they went a bit too far and ran into a twoleg and it's giant dog. The twoleg couldn't control it, and it attacked them. They fought viciously, but before the twoleg grabbed the dog, Kestrelwing was killed, and Falconclaw was devastated. He got over it after a few moons, but pain still grips his heart.
RP Sample: {I suck and don't like making up random rps for bios, so here's another rp post. xP }
Cloudedpaw was breathing loudly as the fox whimpered away. She hissed and spat at it until it was out of site, but continued glaring the way it went. Her sides heaved, and she looked at Chestnutfur with a grateful gaze. She knew he had saved their lives, and risked his own.
She instantly searched for Cherrypaw; hoping she was somewhere safe. She spotted her with Dappledpaw, who was healing her. Cloudedpaw let out a sigh and a silent thank-you to StarClan, and sat for a second to lick her wound and the blood that dripped from it. It seemed to have almost stopped bleeding, or maybe it had and she didn't tell because of dry blood, so she went over to Chestnutfur.
"Thank you." She said, dipping her head in gratitude. Suddenly, she heard her friend's voice, calling her nickname. Her head turned toward her friend so fast, she thought she'd get whip-lash. She quickly turned and padded over to her friend and Dappledpaw. "I'm fine..." Cloudedpaw said, just above a whisper, more worried about her friend then her own wound. Which, she should be. Cloudedpaw just had a wounded leg, Cherrypaw was half dead. Or at least, that's how Cloudedpaw was seeing it.
Gender: Male
Age: 21 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Picture: None {yet}
Notable Kin: Kestrelwing {Deceased}, Parents {Unknown loners;; murdered by fox}
Short Description: Orange tabby tom with envy green eyes.
In-Depth Description:
Falconclaw is strong in build. His shoulders are broad, fur bristling off of them in small tuffs. His long legs lead to large claws. He's missing a few whiskers on his muzzle, but it doesn't effect him.
His pelt is a orange-yellow, and around medium length. Tabby stripes line his body and tip the top of his tail. A few bits of fur near his pads and underbelly are more of an orange-white color, then grow darker as they go up his pelt.
Falconclaw's eyes are a forest color, lined with lime green. Envy flickers through his eyes sometimes, giving the feel that his eyes really are 'envy green'.
Personality:
Falconclaw is a big socialite. He loves to talk, and really loves to flirt. He always has to have someone with him. He absolutely hates being alone. This causes him to be extremely social, so he either has friends, or people who hate his guts and want to rip his fur out.
Falconclaw is never one for the leader. Leader, or deputy. The medicine cat is nice enough, but he doesn't like clan life, but he didn't want to be a loner, so he never defies it. He does follow the leader. If he didn't, he would be disloyal, and he'd be ticked. Falconclaw actually likes most things. He doesn't usually hate anyone or anything, because he doesn't think anything needs to be hated unless it's evil. He does hate a things, though. His parents, and dogs. He doesn't have a reason for hated his parents, he just does.
He also doesn't believe in StarClan. He believes their just some story a leader made up to make everyone listen to him, and it caught on. He believes that when you die, nothing happens. Or maybe your physical body creates a tree, or something. He isn't sure, really, but he doesn't believe they all go to some big wonderful world in the sky.
History:
Kithood; Two beautiful, unnamed orange tabbies born of loners. The loners were killed a day after their birth. A fox attacked, then dragged off both their bodies to devour at its den. A horrible example of the circle of life. Warriors came across the kits, and it was obvious of what had happened, with cat blood and fox fur lining the area. The kits were half starved, and the warriors couldn't leave them to die, so they whisked them away to WindClan.
They were fostered by a she-cat, Willowfur. She was around 50 moons, and it was a struggle to keep the kits alive for the first few moons. Falconkit and Kestrelkit were their names now.
Falconkit grew up easy enough, rumping around annoying his sister and the other kits, tossing moss balls around. He and his sister thought Willowfur and her mate who had died in a war recently, Browntail, were their parents. He continued to think that until Willowfur told him the truth.
He was silent for a while after being told. It was strange, to grow up thinking someone was your mom then to find out she wasn't. He lost belief in StarClan quickly, knowing if all that he had been told about how kind they were couldn't be true, because his parents wouldn't have been killed. He got over the shock slowly, becoming more social and flirtatious.
Apprenticeship; Falconpaw wasn't the best apprentice. He would flirt so much he would never learn. He sneaked out one time, and had his warrior name delayed because of it. He was ticked off.
Now; Falconclaw has gotten better, and received his warrior name at 15 moons. Kestrelwing was his sister's name, and she adored it. They were strong together, even when their foster mother died from greencough. But one day changed that. They were hunting, but they went a bit too far and ran into a twoleg and it's giant dog. The twoleg couldn't control it, and it attacked them. They fought viciously, but before the twoleg grabbed the dog, Kestrelwing was killed, and Falconclaw was devastated. He got over it after a few moons, but pain still grips his heart.
RP Sample: {I suck and don't like making up random rps for bios, so here's another rp post. xP }
Cloudedpaw was breathing loudly as the fox whimpered away. She hissed and spat at it until it was out of site, but continued glaring the way it went. Her sides heaved, and she looked at Chestnutfur with a grateful gaze. She knew he had saved their lives, and risked his own.
She instantly searched for Cherrypaw; hoping she was somewhere safe. She spotted her with Dappledpaw, who was healing her. Cloudedpaw let out a sigh and a silent thank-you to StarClan, and sat for a second to lick her wound and the blood that dripped from it. It seemed to have almost stopped bleeding, or maybe it had and she didn't tell because of dry blood, so she went over to Chestnutfur.
"Thank you." She said, dipping her head in gratitude. Suddenly, she heard her friend's voice, calling her nickname. Her head turned toward her friend so fast, she thought she'd get whip-lash. She quickly turned and padded over to her friend and Dappledpaw. "I'm fine..." Cloudedpaw said, just above a whisper, more worried about her friend then her own wound. Which, she should be. Cloudedpaw just had a wounded leg, Cherrypaw was half dead. Or at least, that's how Cloudedpaw was seeing it.
