Post by Crackedstar on Jan 5, 2010 19:14:39 GMT -8
Name: Stillwater
Gender: Tom
Age: 35 moons
Clan: StormClan
Rank:Warrior
Description:Stillwater's pelt is mainly composed of his white longhair, stained only with his black tail as well as his black ears. His name descibes him perfectly, for he prefers to keep still most of the time and think rather than be physically involved in a problem. Stillwater can often be seen grooming his long fur, and it is a labourious task indeed. This often gives him time to think, more than anything.
Stillwater is proud of his bold yellow eyes, for they are the color of his brave father that was killed in a border skirmish. He also takes pride in his hunting skills, but skill can only help so much in the green moons of the season. The tom prefers leafbare to other seasons because he is able to bring in more prey, enjoying the action of helping feed his Clan.
Personality: Stillwater is a more gentle cat, preferring to talk out problems rather than fight them out. He is a thinker, and spends many nights staring at the moon, pondering the meaning of life. Because he is often lost in his own thought, Stillwater doesn't have many friends. Whenever he tries to share his ideas, they always don't have the time, patience, or knowledge to know what he is talking about. Stillwater hope for a mate someday, but knows it might be unrealistic because of his social status.
History: Stillkit was born to Vinetail, his mother, and Gravelthroat, his father, on a cold leafbare night. He was the only surviving member of his litter, and right when he was born the medicine cat thought he was stillborn. Vinetail didn't give up on her kits though, and she believed that it was by StarClan's grace and mercy that one kit survived. So Vinetail named him Stillkit in rememberance of his birth.
His apprenticeship was considerably normal; he was trained by a fairly new warrior, Snowfreeze, and even though Snowfreeze was a tad bit inexperianced, he trained hard and became a warrior when he reached 15 moons. Unfortunatly, his mother succumed to black cough when he was nearing his warrior ceremony. His father, distraught, left the Clans entirely and his whereabouts are unknown. Stillpaw was deeply cut by his losses so close together, but he kept his pain to himself even though Snowfreeze could see he was hurting.
Stillpaw became Stillwater, and he has carried out various warrior duties without complaint. Stillwater is lonely, though, and has made it a point to try hard to make friends with his Clanmates.
Roleplay Example:
Stillwater padded out of the warrior's den, blinking his eyes in the harsh light of the midday sun. He yawned tiredly, for he had been up late the night before, staring up at he moon and thinking about his mother, Vinetail. He thought of her often as of late, for her memory always haunted him around leafbare...the season she died in. But the season also marked his birth, so it was bitter sweet to him.
Stillwater chose a small piece of prey from the pile, leaving the larger prey for the queens and elders. He took his meal over to a quiet corner of camp and began to eat, continuing to ponder his thoughts from the previous night...
Secret Word: Please don't smile.
Gender: Tom
Age: 35 moons
Clan: StormClan
Rank:Warrior
Description:Stillwater's pelt is mainly composed of his white longhair, stained only with his black tail as well as his black ears. His name descibes him perfectly, for he prefers to keep still most of the time and think rather than be physically involved in a problem. Stillwater can often be seen grooming his long fur, and it is a labourious task indeed. This often gives him time to think, more than anything.
Stillwater is proud of his bold yellow eyes, for they are the color of his brave father that was killed in a border skirmish. He also takes pride in his hunting skills, but skill can only help so much in the green moons of the season. The tom prefers leafbare to other seasons because he is able to bring in more prey, enjoying the action of helping feed his Clan.
Personality: Stillwater is a more gentle cat, preferring to talk out problems rather than fight them out. He is a thinker, and spends many nights staring at the moon, pondering the meaning of life. Because he is often lost in his own thought, Stillwater doesn't have many friends. Whenever he tries to share his ideas, they always don't have the time, patience, or knowledge to know what he is talking about. Stillwater hope for a mate someday, but knows it might be unrealistic because of his social status.
History: Stillkit was born to Vinetail, his mother, and Gravelthroat, his father, on a cold leafbare night. He was the only surviving member of his litter, and right when he was born the medicine cat thought he was stillborn. Vinetail didn't give up on her kits though, and she believed that it was by StarClan's grace and mercy that one kit survived. So Vinetail named him Stillkit in rememberance of his birth.
His apprenticeship was considerably normal; he was trained by a fairly new warrior, Snowfreeze, and even though Snowfreeze was a tad bit inexperianced, he trained hard and became a warrior when he reached 15 moons. Unfortunatly, his mother succumed to black cough when he was nearing his warrior ceremony. His father, distraught, left the Clans entirely and his whereabouts are unknown. Stillpaw was deeply cut by his losses so close together, but he kept his pain to himself even though Snowfreeze could see he was hurting.
Stillpaw became Stillwater, and he has carried out various warrior duties without complaint. Stillwater is lonely, though, and has made it a point to try hard to make friends with his Clanmates.
Roleplay Example:
Stillwater padded out of the warrior's den, blinking his eyes in the harsh light of the midday sun. He yawned tiredly, for he had been up late the night before, staring up at he moon and thinking about his mother, Vinetail. He thought of her often as of late, for her memory always haunted him around leafbare...the season she died in. But the season also marked his birth, so it was bitter sweet to him.
Stillwater chose a small piece of prey from the pile, leaving the larger prey for the queens and elders. He took his meal over to a quiet corner of camp and began to eat, continuing to ponder his thoughts from the previous night...
Secret Word: Please don't smile.
