Post by Tawnyleaf on Jan 26, 2008 14:01:56 GMT -5
Name: Strongjaw
Previous Names: Strongkit, Strongpaw
Clan: NightClan
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Age: 26 Moons
Appearance: Strongjaw is a handsome dark brown tabby with black stripes covering his back, face, legs, and tail. His coat is of medium length and is very thick, though gets longer and thinner on his tail. That tail is used frequently to gesture while he talks, and is often used to express his mood. He is very muscular, with a large bodily build. Whenever he walks, other cats can see the bulging muscles ripple beneath his pelt. His face is long, narrow, and angular, with an unusually large jaw. This gives him a powerful, incredibly painful bite when in battle. Small, pointed ears rest above brilliant, perceptive green eyes. His paw pads and nose are light pink, and those paws are a bit large compared to the rest of his body. This doesn't make him clumsy, though. He is surprisingly graceful. Curved, deadly-sharp claws are sheathed at the end of each paw. Strongjaw is quite battle-scarred, especially on his left flank, left shoulder, and the right side of his muzzle.
Short Description: Large dark brown tabby with black stripes and green eyes.
Personality: Strongjaw is a great cat to know, and he has the makings of a wonderful warrior. He is energetic in almost everything he does, and seems to be almost always happy. This makes him seem rather shallow, having such a small range of emotions, but he isn't. He is just simplistic. If he is upset, it is most likely something very important, like a Clan mate dying. Or, he is just annoyed and will forget about his problem in a few hours. Strongjaw loves to chatter with other cats, and can always find something to speak about. This will make him seem a bit annoying to other cats, but if someone is upset about something or is in trouble, he will do his best to help that other cat. He treats everyone as if they are equal, and does not judge them because of gender or age. Though, he is a bit hostile towards other Clans, but that is to be expected. Strongjaw is not a thinker; he is a fighter, though just not with the cats in his Clan. He's a very hard worker, and is just ecstatic with glee whenever he's done something big to help NightClan. He lives to serve his Clan and the Warrior Code. Strongjaw would never dream of breaking it, no matter what the situation. Though he seems very sociable and caring, he is bloodthirsty and his claws itch to tear at the throats of his enemies. Fighting is what he dreams of, what he practices every day. He gets every single second of every fighting move perfect, and has invented several of his own. Whenever he has an enemy to fight, he is perfectly happy and is having the time of his life.
History: Strongjaw's history is boringly normal. Both of his parents are NightClanners, and they are both still alive. He had a brother and a sister in his litter, and they are both alive and in NightClan. When he was an apprentice, he was in a lot of battles and fights with badgers, foxes, and in some cases, enemy warriors. He has supported his Clan with his excellent hunting skills several times over, and plans on continuing that until he dies. He has never had a mate, and hasn't thought much about it either. He hasn't had an apprentice either, but really wants one and would most likely prove himself an excellent mentor.
RP Example: Strongjaw shouldered aside a dense curtain of ferns and tasted the air carefully. Scenting a vole in the bushes nearby, he crouched down and was about to spring at it when he heard a twig snapping to his left. The vole scurried away and he hissed with annoyance, whipping his head around to see who had scared the rodent off. It was a scrawny HailClan apprentice, with his two front paws over the border. Automatically, he thought, HailClan is invading! Battle, battle! Eyes gleaming with anticipation, he launched his heavily muscles body through the air and landed on the apprentice, unsheathing his claws, kicking at his side, and clamping his jaws down on the apprentice's ear. The apprentice mewled pitifully and begged for release, but Strongjaw didn't relent.
"No!" he yowled. "If there's a battle, then I want to be right in the heat of it!" Glancing around, he saw no others. "Well, where are they? Hmm...you're too small to be a real threat. We can take you prisoner, and I'll take the largest, strongest warrior as my opponent!" He purred, imagining how wonderful it would feel when he sunk his claws into his enemy's flesh. The sight of their blood welling up and spilling over was so tempting to him. Once more, he saw no other HailClanners. "Hey, where are they?" he demanded, his lips pulling back over his teeth in an uncharacteristic scowl.
The apprentice squealed beneath him once more. "Please...it's my third day of training. I didn't mean to step over the border! It was an accident! Please, please, let me go!" Blinking slowly, the NightClan warrior hissed to himself.
"Foxdung! So...there won't be any battle? Foxdung!" he swore once more, getting off of the apprentice and shoving him back over the border. "Oh, just get over there, you scrawny little furball! You were never worth my time and talent anyway!" Muttering angrily to himself, the tom went back to hunting. Of course, he soon caught a large amount and was purring happily, the incident with the HailClan apprentice quickly forgotten as he served his Clan.
Previous Names: Strongkit, Strongpaw
Clan: NightClan
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Age: 26 Moons
Appearance: Strongjaw is a handsome dark brown tabby with black stripes covering his back, face, legs, and tail. His coat is of medium length and is very thick, though gets longer and thinner on his tail. That tail is used frequently to gesture while he talks, and is often used to express his mood. He is very muscular, with a large bodily build. Whenever he walks, other cats can see the bulging muscles ripple beneath his pelt. His face is long, narrow, and angular, with an unusually large jaw. This gives him a powerful, incredibly painful bite when in battle. Small, pointed ears rest above brilliant, perceptive green eyes. His paw pads and nose are light pink, and those paws are a bit large compared to the rest of his body. This doesn't make him clumsy, though. He is surprisingly graceful. Curved, deadly-sharp claws are sheathed at the end of each paw. Strongjaw is quite battle-scarred, especially on his left flank, left shoulder, and the right side of his muzzle.
Short Description: Large dark brown tabby with black stripes and green eyes.
Personality: Strongjaw is a great cat to know, and he has the makings of a wonderful warrior. He is energetic in almost everything he does, and seems to be almost always happy. This makes him seem rather shallow, having such a small range of emotions, but he isn't. He is just simplistic. If he is upset, it is most likely something very important, like a Clan mate dying. Or, he is just annoyed and will forget about his problem in a few hours. Strongjaw loves to chatter with other cats, and can always find something to speak about. This will make him seem a bit annoying to other cats, but if someone is upset about something or is in trouble, he will do his best to help that other cat. He treats everyone as if they are equal, and does not judge them because of gender or age. Though, he is a bit hostile towards other Clans, but that is to be expected. Strongjaw is not a thinker; he is a fighter, though just not with the cats in his Clan. He's a very hard worker, and is just ecstatic with glee whenever he's done something big to help NightClan. He lives to serve his Clan and the Warrior Code. Strongjaw would never dream of breaking it, no matter what the situation. Though he seems very sociable and caring, he is bloodthirsty and his claws itch to tear at the throats of his enemies. Fighting is what he dreams of, what he practices every day. He gets every single second of every fighting move perfect, and has invented several of his own. Whenever he has an enemy to fight, he is perfectly happy and is having the time of his life.
History: Strongjaw's history is boringly normal. Both of his parents are NightClanners, and they are both still alive. He had a brother and a sister in his litter, and they are both alive and in NightClan. When he was an apprentice, he was in a lot of battles and fights with badgers, foxes, and in some cases, enemy warriors. He has supported his Clan with his excellent hunting skills several times over, and plans on continuing that until he dies. He has never had a mate, and hasn't thought much about it either. He hasn't had an apprentice either, but really wants one and would most likely prove himself an excellent mentor.
RP Example: Strongjaw shouldered aside a dense curtain of ferns and tasted the air carefully. Scenting a vole in the bushes nearby, he crouched down and was about to spring at it when he heard a twig snapping to his left. The vole scurried away and he hissed with annoyance, whipping his head around to see who had scared the rodent off. It was a scrawny HailClan apprentice, with his two front paws over the border. Automatically, he thought, HailClan is invading! Battle, battle! Eyes gleaming with anticipation, he launched his heavily muscles body through the air and landed on the apprentice, unsheathing his claws, kicking at his side, and clamping his jaws down on the apprentice's ear. The apprentice mewled pitifully and begged for release, but Strongjaw didn't relent.
"No!" he yowled. "If there's a battle, then I want to be right in the heat of it!" Glancing around, he saw no others. "Well, where are they? Hmm...you're too small to be a real threat. We can take you prisoner, and I'll take the largest, strongest warrior as my opponent!" He purred, imagining how wonderful it would feel when he sunk his claws into his enemy's flesh. The sight of their blood welling up and spilling over was so tempting to him. Once more, he saw no other HailClanners. "Hey, where are they?" he demanded, his lips pulling back over his teeth in an uncharacteristic scowl.
The apprentice squealed beneath him once more. "Please...it's my third day of training. I didn't mean to step over the border! It was an accident! Please, please, let me go!" Blinking slowly, the NightClan warrior hissed to himself.
"Foxdung! So...there won't be any battle? Foxdung!" he swore once more, getting off of the apprentice and shoving him back over the border. "Oh, just get over there, you scrawny little furball! You were never worth my time and talent anyway!" Muttering angrily to himself, the tom went back to hunting. Of course, he soon caught a large amount and was purring happily, the incident with the HailClan apprentice quickly forgotten as he served his Clan.
