Post by ♥Goldenheart♥ on May 17, 2007 19:33:38 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Hardclaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 66 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Personality: Hardclaw was born with an ineffectual bravado. He always wanted to become leader, despite his obvious lack of ability for the position. When he was a kit, he was less than respected due to his inability to convey what he means; this tendency has stayed with him throughout his life. He has never gotten an entire point across.
Appearance: Nearly impenetrable claws adorn his paws. They are surrounded by fur in a disarming shade of blue-gray. When he looks at any cat, they are nearly pierced through by his eyes- so amber they're almost frightening. He always gives the impression of being aggressive, even when he's not really.
History: Born into RiverClan, he was the lowest-ranking member of the "Pentagon of Power" group in his kithood. Upon starting his apprenticeship, he stayed with his old friends because no other cat would pay attention to him. Eventually they grew mostly apart, but he and Smokytail are still good friends, and on Brightstar and Redstorm's good side. Hardclaw has used this to his advantage many times.
Example of Roleplay: Hardstar looked down on his Clan. They all loved and respected him now. He was a great leader. It was a pity his friends had all had to die... except for his mate Smokytail, who watched him now with admiration shining in her eyes. She opened her mouth, and mewed, "Hardclaw? Hardclaw? Are you planning to hibernate, or what?" Hardclaw jerked awake.
"Why did you have to wake me?" he complained to Smokytail, who had wakened him. "I was having the most wonderful dream!"
"Longleg wants you for a patrol. You'd better go join him."
Grumbling drowsily, Hardclaw padded off to go join his friend. That dream had changed his perspective entirely, and he didn't quite know why he now wished Longleg dead.
Other: Last of Brightstar and Redstorm's friends, yay!
Gender: Tom
Age: 66 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Personality: Hardclaw was born with an ineffectual bravado. He always wanted to become leader, despite his obvious lack of ability for the position. When he was a kit, he was less than respected due to his inability to convey what he means; this tendency has stayed with him throughout his life. He has never gotten an entire point across.
Appearance: Nearly impenetrable claws adorn his paws. They are surrounded by fur in a disarming shade of blue-gray. When he looks at any cat, they are nearly pierced through by his eyes- so amber they're almost frightening. He always gives the impression of being aggressive, even when he's not really.
History: Born into RiverClan, he was the lowest-ranking member of the "Pentagon of Power" group in his kithood. Upon starting his apprenticeship, he stayed with his old friends because no other cat would pay attention to him. Eventually they grew mostly apart, but he and Smokytail are still good friends, and on Brightstar and Redstorm's good side. Hardclaw has used this to his advantage many times.
Example of Roleplay: Hardstar looked down on his Clan. They all loved and respected him now. He was a great leader. It was a pity his friends had all had to die... except for his mate Smokytail, who watched him now with admiration shining in her eyes. She opened her mouth, and mewed, "Hardclaw? Hardclaw? Are you planning to hibernate, or what?" Hardclaw jerked awake.
"Why did you have to wake me?" he complained to Smokytail, who had wakened him. "I was having the most wonderful dream!"
"Longleg wants you for a patrol. You'd better go join him."
Grumbling drowsily, Hardclaw padded off to go join his friend. That dream had changed his perspective entirely, and he didn't quite know why he now wished Longleg dead.
Other: Last of Brightstar and Redstorm's friends, yay!
