Post by I L L U S I O N on Jan 3, 2013 19:45:01 GMT -5
Name: Rapidstrike
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: FernClan
Rank: Deputy
Picture:
Description: Well to start off, Rapidstrike is brawny. Large, muscular, toned. His body is built for fighting, even from birth. He has a very looming and strong build, and he uses this powerful strength against his opponents during battle to pin them down. Unfortunately, the trade-off is that Rapidstrike can be slow on his feet, and unagile. His rigid and strong figure makes him a relatively failure of a hunter, but a formidable enemy. His large claws and wide paws make his blows and swipes deadly if he wanted, but his personality speaks otherwise. Rapidstrike is your average gray tabby.
Personality: Rapidstrike is generous, though, and wishes the best for even his most despised enemies. This tom is quite a magnificent warrior, and exceeds his Clan's sky-high expectations. He will not show his fear, although he may be terrified, and believes he must stay strong for his Clan's sake. He will undeniably put the Clan's safety before his. Rapidtide possess wonderful qualities, fit for a leader. He is very flirty also.
History: He was born the only kit to his parents, Heronshadow and Rockheart of FernClan. However, due to complications at birth, his mother lost her life while giving birth to Rapidkit. His father never forgave him for it, even though it wasn't his fault. He was never nice to him, and referred to him as Rapid-death, because he believed that wherever he went, death followed. He was nursed by another she-cat, who'd been close friends with he mother. When he was 3 moons old, her father attempted to abandon her. He was left at the border of the Clan.
When he was found again by warriors of FernClan, she was a terrified little furball who found it hard to trust anyone. He was sick for a quarter moon, due to being left alone as a kit for that day. Soon, he became an apprentice. He went through his apprenticeship, slowly opening himself to others. He was a little bit late in becoming a warrior, but now he stands as a full warrior of FernClan. He loves his Clan, but still wishes for a family of his own, even though part of him fears it.
He later got over his past and never brings it up. After five moons of being a warrior, he was given an apprentice named Flowerpaw. She was an excellent apprentice, but she later died of Greencough. He will never forget her and hopes to name one of his kits after her.
RP Example: Rapidstrike lapped at his fur in long, quick strokes, muttering to himself about how difficult his fur was when it came to grooming and cursing it all to fall off in his sleep. As he groomed himself in the early dawn light he spotted Dappledfur padding back into camp from her morning reflections, or whatever it was she called it. The rest of the camp was beginning to stir and a few warriors appeared from the warriors’ den to pick over the remains of yesterday’s freshkill pile. His green gaze followed Dappledfur as she padded over to join them and Rapidstrike was sure assign the early risers to a border or hunting patrol.
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: FernClan
Rank: Deputy
Picture:
Description: Well to start off, Rapidstrike is brawny. Large, muscular, toned. His body is built for fighting, even from birth. He has a very looming and strong build, and he uses this powerful strength against his opponents during battle to pin them down. Unfortunately, the trade-off is that Rapidstrike can be slow on his feet, and unagile. His rigid and strong figure makes him a relatively failure of a hunter, but a formidable enemy. His large claws and wide paws make his blows and swipes deadly if he wanted, but his personality speaks otherwise. Rapidstrike is your average gray tabby.
Personality: Rapidstrike is generous, though, and wishes the best for even his most despised enemies. This tom is quite a magnificent warrior, and exceeds his Clan's sky-high expectations. He will not show his fear, although he may be terrified, and believes he must stay strong for his Clan's sake. He will undeniably put the Clan's safety before his. Rapidtide possess wonderful qualities, fit for a leader. He is very flirty also.
History: He was born the only kit to his parents, Heronshadow and Rockheart of FernClan. However, due to complications at birth, his mother lost her life while giving birth to Rapidkit. His father never forgave him for it, even though it wasn't his fault. He was never nice to him, and referred to him as Rapid-death, because he believed that wherever he went, death followed. He was nursed by another she-cat, who'd been close friends with he mother. When he was 3 moons old, her father attempted to abandon her. He was left at the border of the Clan.
When he was found again by warriors of FernClan, she was a terrified little furball who found it hard to trust anyone. He was sick for a quarter moon, due to being left alone as a kit for that day. Soon, he became an apprentice. He went through his apprenticeship, slowly opening himself to others. He was a little bit late in becoming a warrior, but now he stands as a full warrior of FernClan. He loves his Clan, but still wishes for a family of his own, even though part of him fears it.
He later got over his past and never brings it up. After five moons of being a warrior, he was given an apprentice named Flowerpaw. She was an excellent apprentice, but she later died of Greencough. He will never forget her and hopes to name one of his kits after her.
RP Example: Rapidstrike lapped at his fur in long, quick strokes, muttering to himself about how difficult his fur was when it came to grooming and cursing it all to fall off in his sleep. As he groomed himself in the early dawn light he spotted Dappledfur padding back into camp from her morning reflections, or whatever it was she called it. The rest of the camp was beginning to stir and a few warriors appeared from the warriors’ den to pick over the remains of yesterday’s freshkill pile. His green gaze followed Dappledfur as she padded over to join them and Rapidstrike was sure assign the early risers to a border or hunting patrol.
