Post by snowywhisker on Jan 22, 2008 21:00:43 GMT -5
Name: Rippedmoss
Age: 2 1/2 years
Rank: Junior Warrior
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description: A dark pelted tabby, Rippedmoss's pelt shines a dark reddish brown hue, giving it that bloody look. His eyes are a steel blue gray. His ears are a bit torn from a fight he'd had a while back as a new warrior. His tabby stripes are a dark green brown color. His muscles are well toned and ripple under his beautiful pelt.
Personality: He's lucky he's loyal to his leader, because if he didn't have fierce loyalty as one of his traits, then he'd be considered a dangerous rogue. But he's also a fast learner and a sharp tongue. He doesn't show his emotion much, and is sometimes menacing. He's had his eyes on the deputy position for some time now, but still has to work his way up and get an apprentice.
History: As a kit, he had always been rambunctious. As he grew, he was a tough, angry little apprentice. Being taught by a cat quite like Tigerstar, he grew to be powerful, and a bit power-hungry. But many saw his ambition. Wildstar let him continue training, but then his mentor attacked her. He was banished, and Wildstar decided that (he/she?) would be his mentor. After that he trained a couple moons longer and harder than any other apprentice and proved that even though he was similar to Tigerstar, he would never do that. On the day of his ceremony, they let him go on his last border patrol as apprentice. They got into a scuffle, and Rippedpaw had been so into the fight he killed an innocent cat in a small fight. He never fessed up to it though, afraid that it would poison his leader's judgement of him. Now, he's been named Rippedmoss, for his pelt. It's a greenish brown like the moss, but shines a dark red, which makes it look like the moss is bleeding.
Role Play Example: He padded through the undergrowth, happy that this was his last day as an apprentice. He quickly shuffled down the slope, and suddenly heard yowling. A small GustClan patrol had found a BoneClan hunting patrol on it's territory. He dashed towards it, and suddenly found himself in the middle of it all. He was excited, and the pound of adrenaline and blood was in his ears. Nothing could stop him now. He lashed out a paw at a snowy coat, and leaped onto the cat's back. He yowled at the sudden weight and went limp. Rippedmoss was about to crown a blow on his head to teach him not to mess with BoneClan when suddenly he was thrown off, the cat lifting up and pushing him off easily. Rippedmoss shook himself after he landed in a patch of brambles. His new wounds stung a bit, but they were only scratches. He needed real claw marks, scars to show his battle. He ran at the snowy cat once again and struck out, claws sheathed as far as they could go. The cat's head twisted to the side, and there was a sickening crack. Rippedmoss looked at the cat, his eyes suddenly full of joy and guilt. He hadn't meant to kill the cat, but it felt good. He felt powerful. Then another cat, about his age, looked at the cat he had just killed in horror. She was a pretty she-cat, and as he looked from her to him he saw the resemblance- he'd just killed the cat's father. He swallowed his guilt and ran off, to fight another cat.
Other: Nothin'.
