Post by »m o rr i on Dec 30, 2007 21:13:18 GMT -5
xx; Name
PoisonClaw
xx; Gender
Tom
xx; Clan
ShadowClan
xx; Rank
Deputy
xx; Age
26 Moons
xx; Description
PoisonClaw is an extremely handsome tom, with fur the color of the darkest ebony. It's long and thick, with silver guard hairs that are underneath his first layer of fur. With dark crimson irises and a thick but lithe build, this tom gets his name from the normally harsh tone that he has. PoisonClaw has a strong jaw and hard gaze, one that is piercing and hard to look away from once he has gripped your attention. Broad shoulders help him maneuver easily across the marshy terrain of ShadowClan, along with giving him an immense amount of endurance and strength. His hind legs are strong, and he has a black tail with silvery rings around it. The reason he got his name is because of his claws, which are inhumanly long, and can often be found unsheathed.
xx; Personality
PoisonClaw is very short tempered, with a rough tongue and sharp wits. He's extremely clever and calm in a tough situation, and is wise in the ways of battle. He doesn't seem to have enough patience, though, for the young kits and apprentices, and often is reminded that they're still learning and he needs to be easier on them. Although he does seem cranky, this tom, on the inside, can be compassionate and caring. He just chooses, a lot of the time, not to show it, and tries to remain rock solid. PoisonClaw also believes that discipline is a very important key to living well in the clans.
xx; History
--Kithood--
PoisonClaw was born into ShadowClan by a she-cat named JasperTail and a tom named PantherEye. Ever since he was a kit, PoisonClaw was ambitious and dreamed of someday becoming Deputy and, eventually, leader of ShadowClan. He was always full of pride to be in ShadowClan, which he believed to be the most powerful clan, and made his parents proud of him by dreaming such large dreams.
--Apprenticeship--
PoisonClaw was a hard working, eager young apprentice that never failed to be on time to his training. He was always looking for a chance to patrol the borders, fight, or hunt. What he enjoyed most was going on patrol, because he could sometimes see other clan cats and size them up- see if they would be a worthy opponent or not. And after that, if he found any faults, he would make a note that when he got an apprentice, that he would work to make them better than that.
--Warriorship--
After training hard, Poisonpaw received his warrior name; PoisonClaw, mainly because of his fighting skills and long claws. He immediately worked to get an apprentice, seeing as how you had to mentor an apprentice to become deputy. He was soon given a young apprentice by the name of Lockedpaw.
Lockedpaw was extremely clever, but was blind, which made it harder for PoisonClaw. But he worked harder than ever to make up ways so that Lockedpaw could fight, hunt, and tell when another clan was coming. He taught Lockedpaw to feel vibrations in the ground, to tell by the movements with the vibrations whether or not the cat was an enemy or not. It was grueling work, but PoisonClaw never wavered, and Lockedpaw worked at it to help his mentor. PoisonClaw was sure that this would help him immensely to become deputy.
Lockedpaw became a warrior and was given the warrior name of LockedHeart. Unfortunately, on his first patrol, the young warrior was killed by a fight with a badger, and was buried that night.
xx; Additional Info
None.
xx; Example Post
Moonlight shimmered brightly on the marshes of ShadowClan. PoisonClaw kneaded his paws on the ground, and then moved into a loping gait that carried him swiftly over the soaked earth. Tall reeds and grasses brushed against his ebony pelt, reminding him of what he had, of what he was in possession of. The massive tom slid to a stop easily and parted his maw, teeth glistening menacingly in the moon's eerie glow. He twisted his body, surprising lithe for a cat of his size, so that he could look in all directions. Nothing. Prey scents drifted around him, teasing him, but he refused to hunt. He was only here to enjoy the night; flattening to his belly, PoisonClaw moved easily into a sprint that made him move at an almost impossible speed.
PoisonClaw
xx; Gender
Tom
xx; Clan
ShadowClan
xx; Rank
Deputy
xx; Age
26 Moons
xx; Description
PoisonClaw is an extremely handsome tom, with fur the color of the darkest ebony. It's long and thick, with silver guard hairs that are underneath his first layer of fur. With dark crimson irises and a thick but lithe build, this tom gets his name from the normally harsh tone that he has. PoisonClaw has a strong jaw and hard gaze, one that is piercing and hard to look away from once he has gripped your attention. Broad shoulders help him maneuver easily across the marshy terrain of ShadowClan, along with giving him an immense amount of endurance and strength. His hind legs are strong, and he has a black tail with silvery rings around it. The reason he got his name is because of his claws, which are inhumanly long, and can often be found unsheathed.
xx; Personality
PoisonClaw is very short tempered, with a rough tongue and sharp wits. He's extremely clever and calm in a tough situation, and is wise in the ways of battle. He doesn't seem to have enough patience, though, for the young kits and apprentices, and often is reminded that they're still learning and he needs to be easier on them. Although he does seem cranky, this tom, on the inside, can be compassionate and caring. He just chooses, a lot of the time, not to show it, and tries to remain rock solid. PoisonClaw also believes that discipline is a very important key to living well in the clans.
xx; History
--Kithood--
PoisonClaw was born into ShadowClan by a she-cat named JasperTail and a tom named PantherEye. Ever since he was a kit, PoisonClaw was ambitious and dreamed of someday becoming Deputy and, eventually, leader of ShadowClan. He was always full of pride to be in ShadowClan, which he believed to be the most powerful clan, and made his parents proud of him by dreaming such large dreams.
--Apprenticeship--
PoisonClaw was a hard working, eager young apprentice that never failed to be on time to his training. He was always looking for a chance to patrol the borders, fight, or hunt. What he enjoyed most was going on patrol, because he could sometimes see other clan cats and size them up- see if they would be a worthy opponent or not. And after that, if he found any faults, he would make a note that when he got an apprentice, that he would work to make them better than that.
--Warriorship--
After training hard, Poisonpaw received his warrior name; PoisonClaw, mainly because of his fighting skills and long claws. He immediately worked to get an apprentice, seeing as how you had to mentor an apprentice to become deputy. He was soon given a young apprentice by the name of Lockedpaw.
Lockedpaw was extremely clever, but was blind, which made it harder for PoisonClaw. But he worked harder than ever to make up ways so that Lockedpaw could fight, hunt, and tell when another clan was coming. He taught Lockedpaw to feel vibrations in the ground, to tell by the movements with the vibrations whether or not the cat was an enemy or not. It was grueling work, but PoisonClaw never wavered, and Lockedpaw worked at it to help his mentor. PoisonClaw was sure that this would help him immensely to become deputy.
Lockedpaw became a warrior and was given the warrior name of LockedHeart. Unfortunately, on his first patrol, the young warrior was killed by a fight with a badger, and was buried that night.
xx; Additional Info
None.
xx; Example Post
Moonlight shimmered brightly on the marshes of ShadowClan. PoisonClaw kneaded his paws on the ground, and then moved into a loping gait that carried him swiftly over the soaked earth. Tall reeds and grasses brushed against his ebony pelt, reminding him of what he had, of what he was in possession of. The massive tom slid to a stop easily and parted his maw, teeth glistening menacingly in the moon's eerie glow. He twisted his body, surprising lithe for a cat of his size, so that he could look in all directions. Nothing. Prey scents drifted around him, teasing him, but he refused to hunt. He was only here to enjoy the night; flattening to his belly, PoisonClaw moved easily into a sprint that made him move at an almost impossible speed.
