Post by Somber on Feb 27, 2010 0:00:45 GMT -5
Name: Falconstar
Age: 17 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Leader
Family: Father/Mother- Unknown, presumed deceased.
Appearance: Falconstar was a handsome brute, strong and proud. This definitely showed throughout his stature, head held high, followed by his muscular form being held upright. Muscles would ripple under his sleek tabby pelt, his stride long and confident. Head was a prominent shape, jaw bones curling at the base of the muzzle, shaping a more sharp edged jaw than a human would own. Fur covered up for the shape, rounding it out fitfully. Ears stood atop, evenly distanced atop his brow. They were rounded at the base, thinning to a tip at the top. Eyes were large and round, if allowed to be that way, the evergreen orbs were often lowered into slits. Muzzle protruded from the face, cream coating the chin. Nose was a grayish hue, a splash of pink visible from the very bottom. Teeth glistened in rows, growing from gray and pink gums. Long, strongly built limbs carried the cat swiftly, and with power. Paws were much too large for him, being both an advantage and disadvantage. Balance was heavily unavailable, while the power his paws could carry a blow with was devastating. Tail swayed as a pendulum, an extension of his length. It was long, taking off some of the balance problems. Pelt was a mottled coat, filled with hues of black, brown, gray, and cream. He looked truly as the fierce bird he was named for.
Personality: Falconstar was born strong. His large build could be told from the very start. As he grew into an older kit, he would dominate over any other kit he may fight against. Always in the lively spirit of play, he fought, never to harm. Bitter hate had turned him against the world at apprentice age, his long, sharp claws lashing out in rage instead of play. Falconstar is a vicious cat, armed with a malice that could engulf anyone with a doubtful heart. His presence is commanding, not very often is his force been used to lead his clan. He's tough, and proud. ShadowClan is his family, and with that, he is the head. The fierce leader cared for his clan, but did not show it in obvious ways. Savage were his ways, waging battles to end disputes more efficiently. Until he was made leader, and his lifelong ambition had been fulfilled, Falconstar never once thought of having a mate. Now, it consumes his thoughts. He feels the loss of family in his life deeply, and it makes him lash out in outrage more and more.
History: As stated in the personality section, Falconkit was born strong. He ran the nursery, his attacks overwhelmed the other kits greatly. Even two at a time were no match for this brute. He found a thrill and an art in the precise timing, leaping, and batting that were involved in combat. When named an apprentice, he began to take his skill more seriously. His mentor did all he could to unleash his potential. He became well known as a terror through the clans, the prodigy took great pride in this. Falconpaw's foster mother had long since returned to the warriors den when battle broke out between ShadowClan and ThunderClan. She was killed, and as she was the only family Falconpaw had ever know, he spiraled into madness. Bitterness consumed his entire being, and he began to fight with malice. Many a great injury were inflicted, and by the time he was named a warrior, he was to be called Falconstorm, for his furious storm of a combat style. When Falconstorm was named deputy, he was training his first apprentice. Foxpaw was a wonderful young she-cat, and showed much promise as a warrior. However, ShadowClan had been fighting RiverClan for more territory, and the battle went to far. The ShadowClan leader was out in the marsh with Foxpaw, as she was his daughter. They were ambushed by a flurry of enraged RiverClan warriors. Foxpaw had hurtled herself infront of her father to shield him from an attack, and was killed. Then the warriors held the leader down in the lake, drowning him until the life vanished from his veins. It was not long before the remnants of the battle were uncovered. Falconstorm had been called to be Falconstar, and as long as he would be leader, he would never let some other clan kill his family again.
Picture: (Dun have one? :<)
Codewords: CORRECT!
Role Play example: Feline stalked about the marshland, prowling position in place. A slight ribbit cast the tom's ears over in the sound's general direction. Tail brushed down, dragging its mottled tones through the warm, filthy water. The ShadowClan leader was soaked up through most of his muscular limbs, some of his chin. Eyes opened wide to notice a little creature hopping amongst the muck. Evergreen light cast around the spheres, pinpointing the prey as he silently moved downwind. Paws carried sideways in an awkward trot, claws flexing in the gooey soil. The moon cast its silver glow upon the land, flittering through the trees like a malfunctioning nightlight. The eerie tone only glinted off of the feline's pelt, giving him the look of an apparition. The toad perched upon a lily pad, its eyes popped out wide as it took its breaths. On the exhale came the "Croak, Croak." Lips twitched up in a sly grin, muscles bunching beneath the male's falcon-like pelt. The patterns looked almost identical to those of the feathers on a bird of prey. A loud yowl went out as claws sunk into his prey, the launch had been swift and deadly. Jaws immediately lunged down, soaking themselves in sticky red blood. Wide eyes remained frozen on the carcass of his kill, the corpse looking pathetic as it was in life. Paw pads tread softly through the murky bog water, touching the spongey dirt that cluttered at the bottom. (Not my best
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Age: 17 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Leader
Family: Father/Mother- Unknown, presumed deceased.
Appearance: Falconstar was a handsome brute, strong and proud. This definitely showed throughout his stature, head held high, followed by his muscular form being held upright. Muscles would ripple under his sleek tabby pelt, his stride long and confident. Head was a prominent shape, jaw bones curling at the base of the muzzle, shaping a more sharp edged jaw than a human would own. Fur covered up for the shape, rounding it out fitfully. Ears stood atop, evenly distanced atop his brow. They were rounded at the base, thinning to a tip at the top. Eyes were large and round, if allowed to be that way, the evergreen orbs were often lowered into slits. Muzzle protruded from the face, cream coating the chin. Nose was a grayish hue, a splash of pink visible from the very bottom. Teeth glistened in rows, growing from gray and pink gums. Long, strongly built limbs carried the cat swiftly, and with power. Paws were much too large for him, being both an advantage and disadvantage. Balance was heavily unavailable, while the power his paws could carry a blow with was devastating. Tail swayed as a pendulum, an extension of his length. It was long, taking off some of the balance problems. Pelt was a mottled coat, filled with hues of black, brown, gray, and cream. He looked truly as the fierce bird he was named for.
Personality: Falconstar was born strong. His large build could be told from the very start. As he grew into an older kit, he would dominate over any other kit he may fight against. Always in the lively spirit of play, he fought, never to harm. Bitter hate had turned him against the world at apprentice age, his long, sharp claws lashing out in rage instead of play. Falconstar is a vicious cat, armed with a malice that could engulf anyone with a doubtful heart. His presence is commanding, not very often is his force been used to lead his clan. He's tough, and proud. ShadowClan is his family, and with that, he is the head. The fierce leader cared for his clan, but did not show it in obvious ways. Savage were his ways, waging battles to end disputes more efficiently. Until he was made leader, and his lifelong ambition had been fulfilled, Falconstar never once thought of having a mate. Now, it consumes his thoughts. He feels the loss of family in his life deeply, and it makes him lash out in outrage more and more.
History: As stated in the personality section, Falconkit was born strong. He ran the nursery, his attacks overwhelmed the other kits greatly. Even two at a time were no match for this brute. He found a thrill and an art in the precise timing, leaping, and batting that were involved in combat. When named an apprentice, he began to take his skill more seriously. His mentor did all he could to unleash his potential. He became well known as a terror through the clans, the prodigy took great pride in this. Falconpaw's foster mother had long since returned to the warriors den when battle broke out between ShadowClan and ThunderClan. She was killed, and as she was the only family Falconpaw had ever know, he spiraled into madness. Bitterness consumed his entire being, and he began to fight with malice. Many a great injury were inflicted, and by the time he was named a warrior, he was to be called Falconstorm, for his furious storm of a combat style. When Falconstorm was named deputy, he was training his first apprentice. Foxpaw was a wonderful young she-cat, and showed much promise as a warrior. However, ShadowClan had been fighting RiverClan for more territory, and the battle went to far. The ShadowClan leader was out in the marsh with Foxpaw, as she was his daughter. They were ambushed by a flurry of enraged RiverClan warriors. Foxpaw had hurtled herself infront of her father to shield him from an attack, and was killed. Then the warriors held the leader down in the lake, drowning him until the life vanished from his veins. It was not long before the remnants of the battle were uncovered. Falconstorm had been called to be Falconstar, and as long as he would be leader, he would never let some other clan kill his family again.
Picture: (Dun have one? :<)
Codewords: CORRECT!
Role Play example: Feline stalked about the marshland, prowling position in place. A slight ribbit cast the tom's ears over in the sound's general direction. Tail brushed down, dragging its mottled tones through the warm, filthy water. The ShadowClan leader was soaked up through most of his muscular limbs, some of his chin. Eyes opened wide to notice a little creature hopping amongst the muck. Evergreen light cast around the spheres, pinpointing the prey as he silently moved downwind. Paws carried sideways in an awkward trot, claws flexing in the gooey soil. The moon cast its silver glow upon the land, flittering through the trees like a malfunctioning nightlight. The eerie tone only glinted off of the feline's pelt, giving him the look of an apparition. The toad perched upon a lily pad, its eyes popped out wide as it took its breaths. On the exhale came the "Croak, Croak." Lips twitched up in a sly grin, muscles bunching beneath the male's falcon-like pelt. The patterns looked almost identical to those of the feathers on a bird of prey. A loud yowl went out as claws sunk into his prey, the launch had been swift and deadly. Jaws immediately lunged down, soaking themselves in sticky red blood. Wide eyes remained frozen on the carcass of his kill, the corpse looking pathetic as it was in life. Paw pads tread softly through the murky bog water, touching the spongey dirt that cluttered at the bottom. (Not my best
)
