Post by Battooth on Oct 11, 2007 19:49:46 GMT -5
Roleplayer Information:
Name / Nickname: Battooth/Bat
Number of characters: Four dead, four alive
Character Information:
Name: Onespot
Age: 40 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: SkyClan
Appearance: A tom with a white body and a single spot of ginger on the top of his head. Amber eyes, powerfully built, strong back legs, scar across his forehead and the tip of his tail is missing.
Personality: He’s really big on the warrior code and if he sees/hears anything against it he gets very angry. He barely puts up with Mistheart because she’s his sister’s best friend. He loves his sister unconditionally and is overprotective of her, especially in battle. He’s serious most of the time, although he can loosen up. He sometimes seems as if he doesn’t care for his Clanmates, but he does, and just hides these emotions away.
Kin: Flamefoot (sister)
Mate/Crush: None
Kits: None
Apprentice: Open
History: He was born to a rather old she-cat and never knew his father. His mother joined the elders soon after he and his sister became warriors. Onespot got an apprentice named Owlpaw and even he’ll admit he was a bit in love with her (but only if he likes you) but she was killed by a badger. Since then, he had gaurded his affections very closely and tries not to get attatched to anything.
Roleplay Sample:
A young warrior lay with his nose pressed into a she-cat’s cold fur. His eyes swam with grief as he breathed in her scent.
She had been his apprentice- his very first apprentice- and she was dead. The tom cursed everything, from his luck, to himself, to StarClan, for taking the she-cat’s life.
Gently the tom began grooming the gray-ish white of his apprentice’s fur, not paying any attention to the small cuts and brusies that still ached and bled. The only wounds he had let the medicine cat see to were the large cut over his eyes that he knew would scar pretty badly, and the tip of his tail, which had been bitten off. His other scratches were still open and were still bleeding sluggishly.
Flashes of the apprentice’s last moments came to her mentor. Sounds of snarling, the sight of the huge gray and white face of the badger that had killed her, the tang of blood, and the screetch of agony she had given as the beast’s teeth had closed around her small body, just before the screetch had been cut off with a horrible gurgling.
“Owlpaw,” the warrior mewed between gentle licks. “Owlpaw, why you? Why not me?” He shut his eyes as he buried his nose in the she-cat’s fur.
A strange feeling of horrible loss came over him. He hadn’t felt this lonely since his mother had died… He realized he would never be able to see Owlpaw’s beautiful fur, or her beautiful fur mussed and dirty after a long training session. He’d never hear her voice teasing him, agreeing with him, or asking questions. He’d never be able to see those beautiful green eyes light up with happiness as he praised her. All he would see was a mound of overturned earth.
A thought hit him suddenly. He loved her! He loved his apprentice! He had and he always would. To him, she had been everything. He remembered how many times a day he had looked for her in camp, just to talk. How many times a day he would go out of his way to find something good to say to her, just to watch her bounce happily around. He remembered all the times they had eaten together, their pelt’s just barely touching, ignoring the fact that warriors and apprentices ate in different places.
He pulled his nose away from Owlpaw’s fur and began grooming the last traces of blood and dirt from the grayish-white pelt. “I love you Owlpaw,” he murmured into her ear. “I love you, and I will be with you someday.”
The trees around camp swayed in a gentle wind, and Onespot’s fur ruffled against the chill. The grasses and leaves seemed to be whispering, and the ginger-and-white tom thought he could hear a soft voice whispering, “I know,” in his ear.
Onespot lay his head down so his nose was just touching Owlpaw’s ear, his eyes still open as he breathed in her scent and stared at the beautiful she-cat he loved.
Name / Nickname: Battooth/Bat
Number of characters: Four dead, four alive
Character Information:
Name: Onespot
Age: 40 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: SkyClan
Appearance: A tom with a white body and a single spot of ginger on the top of his head. Amber eyes, powerfully built, strong back legs, scar across his forehead and the tip of his tail is missing.
Personality: He’s really big on the warrior code and if he sees/hears anything against it he gets very angry. He barely puts up with Mistheart because she’s his sister’s best friend. He loves his sister unconditionally and is overprotective of her, especially in battle. He’s serious most of the time, although he can loosen up. He sometimes seems as if he doesn’t care for his Clanmates, but he does, and just hides these emotions away.
Kin: Flamefoot (sister)
Mate/Crush: None
Kits: None
Apprentice: Open
History: He was born to a rather old she-cat and never knew his father. His mother joined the elders soon after he and his sister became warriors. Onespot got an apprentice named Owlpaw and even he’ll admit he was a bit in love with her (but only if he likes you) but she was killed by a badger. Since then, he had gaurded his affections very closely and tries not to get attatched to anything.
Roleplay Sample:
A young warrior lay with his nose pressed into a she-cat’s cold fur. His eyes swam with grief as he breathed in her scent.
She had been his apprentice- his very first apprentice- and she was dead. The tom cursed everything, from his luck, to himself, to StarClan, for taking the she-cat’s life.
Gently the tom began grooming the gray-ish white of his apprentice’s fur, not paying any attention to the small cuts and brusies that still ached and bled. The only wounds he had let the medicine cat see to were the large cut over his eyes that he knew would scar pretty badly, and the tip of his tail, which had been bitten off. His other scratches were still open and were still bleeding sluggishly.
Flashes of the apprentice’s last moments came to her mentor. Sounds of snarling, the sight of the huge gray and white face of the badger that had killed her, the tang of blood, and the screetch of agony she had given as the beast’s teeth had closed around her small body, just before the screetch had been cut off with a horrible gurgling.
“Owlpaw,” the warrior mewed between gentle licks. “Owlpaw, why you? Why not me?” He shut his eyes as he buried his nose in the she-cat’s fur.
A strange feeling of horrible loss came over him. He hadn’t felt this lonely since his mother had died… He realized he would never be able to see Owlpaw’s beautiful fur, or her beautiful fur mussed and dirty after a long training session. He’d never hear her voice teasing him, agreeing with him, or asking questions. He’d never be able to see those beautiful green eyes light up with happiness as he praised her. All he would see was a mound of overturned earth.
A thought hit him suddenly. He loved her! He loved his apprentice! He had and he always would. To him, she had been everything. He remembered how many times a day he had looked for her in camp, just to talk. How many times a day he would go out of his way to find something good to say to her, just to watch her bounce happily around. He remembered all the times they had eaten together, their pelt’s just barely touching, ignoring the fact that warriors and apprentices ate in different places.
He pulled his nose away from Owlpaw’s fur and began grooming the last traces of blood and dirt from the grayish-white pelt. “I love you Owlpaw,” he murmured into her ear. “I love you, and I will be with you someday.”
The trees around camp swayed in a gentle wind, and Onespot’s fur ruffled against the chill. The grasses and leaves seemed to be whispering, and the ginger-and-white tom thought he could hear a soft voice whispering, “I know,” in his ear.
Onespot lay his head down so his nose was just touching Owlpaw’s ear, his eyes still open as he breathed in her scent and stared at the beautiful she-cat he loved.
