Post by { spider ~!} on Nov 11, 2009 16:11:18 GMT -5
Name:
Crimsonblood
Moons:
12 moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
MeadowClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Description:
Along Crimsonblood's back is birch-tree like stripes that follow along to the tip of his tail. The patterns on his face resemble nothing but black random splotches on his nose and on his forehead. His right ear is straight brown and is indented in the middle since birth. The rest of his body is a light brown and he has a few pure white splotches on his back and belly. Crimsonblood's left back paw is a grayish brown with black claws. His front right leg has the same markings that line his back and tail only the lines are thicker and almost connect in the middle. There is a dark brown line of fur running from his chest to the bottom tip of his tail. His eyes are a dark brown colour.
Personality:
At the most, he is a calm and submissive apprentice. Generally he is nice and respectful, but like most apprentices, he is very nosey and can be a smart mouth. When he is training, he listens intently, but catches every delay in his mentors voice. Usually when he hunts he gets so hyped that he jumps to soon which quite often results losing the prey and gets a cuff on the ear and a scold. He is otherwise, a fast learner.
When it comes to Gatherings, he is very, very shy around the cats. He usually stays close to his friends among his clan but, tries to be welcoming to other cats who come to talk to him. In fights, he fights bravely, but, would prefer to not be fighting. He usually takes on cats bigger then himself, which result in him being chastised for his stupidity. Older warriors have told him he is going to get himself killed fighting far more skilled and bigger cats.
History:
When Crimsonblood was born, the med cat thought he wouldn't survive because of his small size. But after 2 nights in the medicine cat's den, everything looked brighter. On his third night, he was back with his mother in the nursery. For the next week or so, his mother kept him close, because of his size and, the fact that he was her only kit. After another few days of constant watch and scolds from his mother, his mother finally let go a little and let him play with other kits.
A little while after, Crimsonblood got in a squabble with an apprentice and came out on top with nothing more than a small scratch that soon faded. Among the some of the cats that had observed the fight, was the leader and she was very impressed. Even though he was only 5 moons old, the leader wanted to make him an apprentice. But, his mother refused and told her to wait. When his apprenticing night came along, the cats thought he was unnaturally calm. His mother on the other hand, was more excited and nervous than him.
Upon receiving his name, he was bursting with anticipation to start training. His mentor, started by teaching him how to hunt. Needless to say, it was disastrous. His mentor scolded him harshly, but after hard work, he got the hang of it. Well sorta. His mentor would tell him to calm down while hunting, but Crimsonblood never simmered down while hunting. To his luck though, his fighting skills made up for his lack in being able to hunt.
After the stressful moons of apprentice ship for his mentor and himself, he finally was dubbed well enough to become a warrior. The leader thought long and hard about what his warrior name would be. Soon, he settled on the suffix of 'Blood' in honor of his fighting skills.
Roleplay Example:
From Warriors Mystical Forest
Crimsonblood
Moons:
12 moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
MeadowClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Description:
Along Crimsonblood's back is birch-tree like stripes that follow along to the tip of his tail. The patterns on his face resemble nothing but black random splotches on his nose and on his forehead. His right ear is straight brown and is indented in the middle since birth. The rest of his body is a light brown and he has a few pure white splotches on his back and belly. Crimsonblood's left back paw is a grayish brown with black claws. His front right leg has the same markings that line his back and tail only the lines are thicker and almost connect in the middle. There is a dark brown line of fur running from his chest to the bottom tip of his tail. His eyes are a dark brown colour.
Personality:
At the most, he is a calm and submissive apprentice. Generally he is nice and respectful, but like most apprentices, he is very nosey and can be a smart mouth. When he is training, he listens intently, but catches every delay in his mentors voice. Usually when he hunts he gets so hyped that he jumps to soon which quite often results losing the prey and gets a cuff on the ear and a scold. He is otherwise, a fast learner.
When it comes to Gatherings, he is very, very shy around the cats. He usually stays close to his friends among his clan but, tries to be welcoming to other cats who come to talk to him. In fights, he fights bravely, but, would prefer to not be fighting. He usually takes on cats bigger then himself, which result in him being chastised for his stupidity. Older warriors have told him he is going to get himself killed fighting far more skilled and bigger cats.
History:
When Crimsonblood was born, the med cat thought he wouldn't survive because of his small size. But after 2 nights in the medicine cat's den, everything looked brighter. On his third night, he was back with his mother in the nursery. For the next week or so, his mother kept him close, because of his size and, the fact that he was her only kit. After another few days of constant watch and scolds from his mother, his mother finally let go a little and let him play with other kits.
A little while after, Crimsonblood got in a squabble with an apprentice and came out on top with nothing more than a small scratch that soon faded. Among the some of the cats that had observed the fight, was the leader and she was very impressed. Even though he was only 5 moons old, the leader wanted to make him an apprentice. But, his mother refused and told her to wait. When his apprenticing night came along, the cats thought he was unnaturally calm. His mother on the other hand, was more excited and nervous than him.
Upon receiving his name, he was bursting with anticipation to start training. His mentor, started by teaching him how to hunt. Needless to say, it was disastrous. His mentor scolded him harshly, but after hard work, he got the hang of it. Well sorta. His mentor would tell him to calm down while hunting, but Crimsonblood never simmered down while hunting. To his luck though, his fighting skills made up for his lack in being able to hunt.
After the stressful moons of apprentice ship for his mentor and himself, he finally was dubbed well enough to become a warrior. The leader thought long and hard about what his warrior name would be. Soon, he settled on the suffix of 'Blood' in honor of his fighting skills.
Roleplay Example:
From Warriors Mystical Forest
Broad shoulders burst through the bracken. A yowl ripped through the forest. Leaping into the air, Crimsonpaw landed on his mentors back. Pretending to rip the back of his neck, he yowled again this time in triumph before rolling off. A wide grin stretched over his lips and with a self righteous look on his dappled face he sat down and licked his paw. His whole body shook with excitement though he did try to calm himself but to no prevail. Jumping to his paws again, he looked at his mentor with enthusiasm. "How was that Jadeclaw?" He mewed.
