Post by x-- DJ & CT --x on Jan 24, 2008 22:26:45 GMT -5
Name: Coaltint
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description: Coaltint is a pure dark black tomcat, His fur has virtually no shine, but is still very fluffy. He has long, spidery limbs and runs incredibly fast. He is not a good fighter, though his claws are always unsheathed. He uses his claws like a cheetah, using them to better grip the ground. His tail is also very long, allowing him to steer around objects at high speeds. Coaltint has relatively small ears and unusually large paws. A small, old, gray scar slices the fur on his left cheek. He has bright yellow-green eyes that are always warm. That, or fearful.
Personality: He is the complete opposite of his brother, Dustjaw. He is very fearful and submissive, and is often the main cat whom his brother bullies. He is not ambitious, and respects all his fellow warriors and those ranking above him. He is very gentle with apprentices and kits. He longs for the day he'll be the mentor, but his mentoring skills are often questioned due to his lack of fighting ability. He is warmhearted, and is very shy around she-cats, only talking to them when he really must, but will start a conversation if they are the ones to approach him to talk. He is very stuttery and very nervous and jumpy. Despises battles, and is friendly to anyone who isn't a threat to his Clanmates.
History: Coaltint, along with Dustjaw, are the only kits that survived in their large litter. Even though Dustjaw was at the bottom when their siblings were alive, he was even lower! He received his scar from his own brother when they trained too hard as apprentices. Other than that, his life is rather dull, for he is very unsociable. He never seemed bitter at his brother, though sometimes he did alone, or depressed at his lack of fighting ability as he grew. The same goes for today, and he loves being accepted into a Clan regardless of his shy nature. He can never seem to forget anything tragic in his life; it seems to haunt him at either random moments or when he is sad, scared or alone.
Role Play Example:
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A slim, black tom slid beside the odd fence of bones on the edge of BoneClan territory. Oddly, he found comfort in rubbing against these ancient bones. Most cats would get chills just looking at them.
Coaltint sighed contentedly, and sat in front of one of the bones, licking his long tail to smooth it. He looked up at the night sky, wondering at the many stars that signaled his ancestors were watching.
"Brothers and sisters," he said quietly, staring at a group of stars close together. A star burned brighter above them. "Mother."
Coaltint often thought of his dead siblings when he looked at the stars. It brought tears to his eyes, even if he couldn't remember them clearly since they had died before he was very old. Regardless, their scent still was in his memory, hanging in his nose when he thought of them.
And his mother...
She had died of old age, like a normal old she-cat. However, it still affected him deeply. He never seemed to be able to forget things that haunted him. Coaltint touched a paw to his scar, feeling it's slice in his fur.
Bitterness suddenly clutched his heart and his eyes narrowed.
"Brother...why?" he said through clenched teeth, wishing he could do something, say something, anything to make a point to Dustjaw. But he just couldn't.
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Other: Nopers. Nothing more. I feel silly. -random-
Sorry for length!
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description: Coaltint is a pure dark black tomcat, His fur has virtually no shine, but is still very fluffy. He has long, spidery limbs and runs incredibly fast. He is not a good fighter, though his claws are always unsheathed. He uses his claws like a cheetah, using them to better grip the ground. His tail is also very long, allowing him to steer around objects at high speeds. Coaltint has relatively small ears and unusually large paws. A small, old, gray scar slices the fur on his left cheek. He has bright yellow-green eyes that are always warm. That, or fearful.
Personality: He is the complete opposite of his brother, Dustjaw. He is very fearful and submissive, and is often the main cat whom his brother bullies. He is not ambitious, and respects all his fellow warriors and those ranking above him. He is very gentle with apprentices and kits. He longs for the day he'll be the mentor, but his mentoring skills are often questioned due to his lack of fighting ability. He is warmhearted, and is very shy around she-cats, only talking to them when he really must, but will start a conversation if they are the ones to approach him to talk. He is very stuttery and very nervous and jumpy. Despises battles, and is friendly to anyone who isn't a threat to his Clanmates.
History: Coaltint, along with Dustjaw, are the only kits that survived in their large litter. Even though Dustjaw was at the bottom when their siblings were alive, he was even lower! He received his scar from his own brother when they trained too hard as apprentices. Other than that, his life is rather dull, for he is very unsociable. He never seemed bitter at his brother, though sometimes he did alone, or depressed at his lack of fighting ability as he grew. The same goes for today, and he loves being accepted into a Clan regardless of his shy nature. He can never seem to forget anything tragic in his life; it seems to haunt him at either random moments or when he is sad, scared or alone.
Role Play Example:
---
A slim, black tom slid beside the odd fence of bones on the edge of BoneClan territory. Oddly, he found comfort in rubbing against these ancient bones. Most cats would get chills just looking at them.
Coaltint sighed contentedly, and sat in front of one of the bones, licking his long tail to smooth it. He looked up at the night sky, wondering at the many stars that signaled his ancestors were watching.
"Brothers and sisters," he said quietly, staring at a group of stars close together. A star burned brighter above them. "Mother."
Coaltint often thought of his dead siblings when he looked at the stars. It brought tears to his eyes, even if he couldn't remember them clearly since they had died before he was very old. Regardless, their scent still was in his memory, hanging in his nose when he thought of them.
And his mother...
She had died of old age, like a normal old she-cat. However, it still affected him deeply. He never seemed to be able to forget things that haunted him. Coaltint touched a paw to his scar, feeling it's slice in his fur.
Bitterness suddenly clutched his heart and his eyes narrowed.
"Brother...why?" he said through clenched teeth, wishing he could do something, say something, anything to make a point to Dustjaw. But he just couldn't.
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Other: Nopers. Nothing more. I feel silly. -random-
Sorry for length!
