Post by //Bris~ on Sept 26, 2009 20:59:03 GMT -5
Basics: //EaGLeTaLoN! of &&EARTHCLAN//
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Name: Eagletalon
Gender: Tom
Age: 30 moons
Loyalty: EarthClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Creamy orange tabby tom with small, dark gold eyes
Pelt: soft, fluffy, thin, medium length
Pelt Color: Creamy orange, cream basecoat
Eye Color: Dark gold
Build: Big-boned, small head, fat, thick legs
Distinguishing Features: Enourmous paws too big for him. He's missing most of his tail because it was born dead and had to be chopped off at birth.
Personality: Vulturetalon's name describes it all. He's arrogant, bold, and a big bully. He's rather moody and uneven, and snaps at anyone who catches him off-guard. You can tell when he's hiding something; any uncomfortableness means that he's done something realy bad. He talks tough and demands that everyone stay away, though he's not all-out evil. He stays away from people that he likes, including his father and sister. He hates Brookgaze with an inner hatred that even he hasn't figured out yet, and he's pretty insecure about himself. He never lets his guard down, though; not for anything or anyone. Ever. Period.
History: Vulturetalon was born to Yellowhide and Silvernose, two disgustingly perfect parents. He had one sister, Brookgaze, that he lazily ignored. Being the only son, he was prided by his parents and his clan, and was very proud of it. He had 'spells', however, that made even he become suspicious.
Even as a young kit, he lost his temper easily. He tried to hide his insecurities about himself underneath a rock-hard layer of toughness. When he learned that his mother was expecting, again, he became very moody and not-at-all happy about the pregnancy. When something went wrong, leaving young Reedkit the only surviving of his litter, Vulturetalon blamed him for the loss of his and Brookgaze's mother.
When Vulturetalon first became an apprentice, his dislike quickly turned worse. Reedkit was an absolute doll and the pride of his father. Cats started telling him that Reedkit might be even smarter than him, which made him even more angry. Even so, his father started ignoring him completely in his absolute love for Reedkit, and Vulturepaw turned bitter. He learned that he was a crummy hunter because of his weight and size, but his mentor said that he was 'just growing' and that he'd grow into his paws eventually. He never did.
Vulturetalon started eating to stop himself from encountering his 'spells', which were occuring more and more now. Soon, he found a menthod to save himself from hunting- dig up the prey other apprentices and warriors had left for later, and bring them to camp as his. The other hunters were blamed for not covering up their food properly, as Vulturepaw learned to cover his paws in swamp water to disguise his scent. He only grew bigger and meaner, and when he couldn't take Reedkit's inncocence any longer he led him out of the camp, near the river. It was one of his worst spells yet and since. He was almost mad with rage, and when Reedkit inquired what was wrong, Vulturepaw threw him into the river. Witnessing what he had done, Vulturepaw quickly jumped into the water after him, but it was too late. Angry at himself, his brother, and everyone else, Vulturepaw came up with a clever story to cover for his deadly mistake. He told the clan that he had gone hunting late at night, that Reedkit had followed him out and found the river. That Reedkit came closer to investigate, and slipped on a rock and fell, tumbling, into the rusing water. That he, Vulturepaw, jumped in after him and tried to save him, wich was the true part of his tale, but failed as the water carried his brother away. And it worked, though not as Vultureaw planned.
Now, his father is a wreck and his sister is suspicious. He let it go for a while, forgetting about it as he continued to eat and bully. He's had nightmares ever since the acccident, of Reedkit coming back to haunt him and telling everyone in the clan what Vulturetalon had done. Now, for some reason, he goes out every day to search for something though he doesn't know what, and it's slowly driving him insane. He's tried everything, and he's at his wit's end.
Skills: Bullying. He's clever and quick with words, and is very bold and brave. He's a powerful opponent in battle (mainly because of his weight).
Role Play Sample:
Vulturetalon was walking through the forest, searching for something. Lately, every step he took was heavy; every movement he made was clumsy. But he didn't care. He was searching for something.
As he walked along the swamp's edge, he came across a puddle blocking his path. Looking down upon himself, he squinted at what he saw. A round, orangish face; sparkly dark gold eyes. His black puils and whiskers seemed to be painted on; they couldn't be this karsh on a creamy tabby such as himself.
The more he thought about himself, the more frustrated he bacme as he slashed the water with his paws. Fierce ripples echoed on the surface of the pond and he stormed right through the mess. Walking deaper through the forest, his beady eyes scanned the surface of the land. A brown shape caught his eye and he spun around to face it, fur bristling. Looking harder and coming closer, he noticed that it was not a small, fluffy brown pelt but a bush partly hidden by a tree. Frustrated, he called, "Is this really what I'm looking for?! That fool?!"
Angry at the world, Vulturetalon whippped his paw on a tree. As a small splinter struck his pad, Vulturetalon just wanted to... just wanted to...
just wanted to have his brother back. And everything would be okay, and he wouldn't be haunted every day by his sister's suspicion and his father's sorrow.
"This is what I get, isn't it Starclan?" he growled, and looked up at the starry night sky for a responce. Finding none, he limped back to camp.
He found Brookgaze at the entrence to camp. "What were you doing out so late?" she asked evenly, a suspicious glint rising in her eyes. Her head was turned to the side slightly as she saw that he was limping.
"It's none of your buisness!" he spat angrily as he limped to his den. Snarling and not caring when he tripped over a cat in it's den, he made his way to his own bed. Nothing could be worse than life, he decided. Nothing.
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Name: Eagletalon
Gender: Tom
Age: 30 moons
Loyalty: EarthClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Creamy orange tabby tom with small, dark gold eyes
Pelt: soft, fluffy, thin, medium length
Pelt Color: Creamy orange, cream basecoat
Eye Color: Dark gold
Build: Big-boned, small head, fat, thick legs
Distinguishing Features: Enourmous paws too big for him. He's missing most of his tail because it was born dead and had to be chopped off at birth.
Personality: Vulturetalon's name describes it all. He's arrogant, bold, and a big bully. He's rather moody and uneven, and snaps at anyone who catches him off-guard. You can tell when he's hiding something; any uncomfortableness means that he's done something realy bad. He talks tough and demands that everyone stay away, though he's not all-out evil. He stays away from people that he likes, including his father and sister. He hates Brookgaze with an inner hatred that even he hasn't figured out yet, and he's pretty insecure about himself. He never lets his guard down, though; not for anything or anyone. Ever. Period.
History: Vulturetalon was born to Yellowhide and Silvernose, two disgustingly perfect parents. He had one sister, Brookgaze, that he lazily ignored. Being the only son, he was prided by his parents and his clan, and was very proud of it. He had 'spells', however, that made even he become suspicious.
Even as a young kit, he lost his temper easily. He tried to hide his insecurities about himself underneath a rock-hard layer of toughness. When he learned that his mother was expecting, again, he became very moody and not-at-all happy about the pregnancy. When something went wrong, leaving young Reedkit the only surviving of his litter, Vulturetalon blamed him for the loss of his and Brookgaze's mother.
When Vulturetalon first became an apprentice, his dislike quickly turned worse. Reedkit was an absolute doll and the pride of his father. Cats started telling him that Reedkit might be even smarter than him, which made him even more angry. Even so, his father started ignoring him completely in his absolute love for Reedkit, and Vulturepaw turned bitter. He learned that he was a crummy hunter because of his weight and size, but his mentor said that he was 'just growing' and that he'd grow into his paws eventually. He never did.
Vulturetalon started eating to stop himself from encountering his 'spells', which were occuring more and more now. Soon, he found a menthod to save himself from hunting- dig up the prey other apprentices and warriors had left for later, and bring them to camp as his. The other hunters were blamed for not covering up their food properly, as Vulturepaw learned to cover his paws in swamp water to disguise his scent. He only grew bigger and meaner, and when he couldn't take Reedkit's inncocence any longer he led him out of the camp, near the river. It was one of his worst spells yet and since. He was almost mad with rage, and when Reedkit inquired what was wrong, Vulturepaw threw him into the river. Witnessing what he had done, Vulturepaw quickly jumped into the water after him, but it was too late. Angry at himself, his brother, and everyone else, Vulturepaw came up with a clever story to cover for his deadly mistake. He told the clan that he had gone hunting late at night, that Reedkit had followed him out and found the river. That Reedkit came closer to investigate, and slipped on a rock and fell, tumbling, into the rusing water. That he, Vulturepaw, jumped in after him and tried to save him, wich was the true part of his tale, but failed as the water carried his brother away. And it worked, though not as Vultureaw planned.
Now, his father is a wreck and his sister is suspicious. He let it go for a while, forgetting about it as he continued to eat and bully. He's had nightmares ever since the acccident, of Reedkit coming back to haunt him and telling everyone in the clan what Vulturetalon had done. Now, for some reason, he goes out every day to search for something though he doesn't know what, and it's slowly driving him insane. He's tried everything, and he's at his wit's end.
Skills: Bullying. He's clever and quick with words, and is very bold and brave. He's a powerful opponent in battle (mainly because of his weight).
Role Play Sample:
{~Vulturetalon~}
{It's just too bad that you can't. keep. up.}
{It's just too bad that you can't. keep. up.}
Vulturetalon was walking through the forest, searching for something. Lately, every step he took was heavy; every movement he made was clumsy. But he didn't care. He was searching for something.
As he walked along the swamp's edge, he came across a puddle blocking his path. Looking down upon himself, he squinted at what he saw. A round, orangish face; sparkly dark gold eyes. His black puils and whiskers seemed to be painted on; they couldn't be this karsh on a creamy tabby such as himself.
The more he thought about himself, the more frustrated he bacme as he slashed the water with his paws. Fierce ripples echoed on the surface of the pond and he stormed right through the mess. Walking deaper through the forest, his beady eyes scanned the surface of the land. A brown shape caught his eye and he spun around to face it, fur bristling. Looking harder and coming closer, he noticed that it was not a small, fluffy brown pelt but a bush partly hidden by a tree. Frustrated, he called, "Is this really what I'm looking for?! That fool?!"
Angry at the world, Vulturetalon whippped his paw on a tree. As a small splinter struck his pad, Vulturetalon just wanted to... just wanted to...
just wanted to have his brother back. And everything would be okay, and he wouldn't be haunted every day by his sister's suspicion and his father's sorrow.
"This is what I get, isn't it Starclan?" he growled, and looked up at the starry night sky for a responce. Finding none, he limped back to camp.
He found Brookgaze at the entrence to camp. "What were you doing out so late?" she asked evenly, a suspicious glint rising in her eyes. Her head was turned to the side slightly as she saw that he was limping.
"It's none of your buisness!" he spat angrily as he limped to his den. Snarling and not caring when he tripped over a cat in it's den, he made his way to his own bed. Nothing could be worse than life, he decided. Nothing.