Sharpclaw (Rogue)
Sept 5, 2009 14:41:13 GMT -6
Post by rain. on Sept 5, 2009 14:41:13 GMT -6
( I promised Mystic rogues for her Clan so I'm making Sharpclaw and a medicine cat for her Clan. But I think I'll have to kill more cats off for this XD )
Name: Sharpclaw
Age: 35 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Rogue
Clan: None
Short Description: Slim, dark red-brown tom with icy blue eyes.
Appearance: Sharpclaw definitely looks like a rogue to stay away from. He's one of those cats with a threatening size that seems to tower over you. But compared to some other large cats, he's about in between a large cat and a medium sized cat.
Though he has a pretty good size, he doesn't pack much muscle. Of course if you know he's more clever than strong, you can assume he has a slim body. Which is a weird combination with his large size. His limbs are long and slim, his body is long and slim, and even his muzzle is long and slim with it's sharp shape. Either way, he's threatening with his size, but handsome with his slim features.
He has rather a dark appearance. His pelt is a very dark reddish brown, like a very dark auburn. His front left paw is dipped in a jet black, while his chest carries a small frost white dash along with a larger dash hidden on his underbelly. The tips of his ears and tail also share the same fate of being jet black.
His fur length is between medium and short, but close to medium. Which makes his tail a bit long and feathery. Because of the dark pelt and large size, his threatening imagine wins over with a completion of an eerie gaze of icy blue that seems to pierce you with a glaring look. And of course, his name explains his long, large black claws.
Personality: Due to his lack of muscle, he tends to work around the strategy department. Because of being so used to battling with more mind than muscle, it seems that he's always finding the most logical answer or path.
Being all logical, he's a bit serious. And aggressive. But he doesn't let that get to him unless he is commanded to. Which happened a lot in his Clan. So he was the one to turn to when to either fight or give someone a warning.
And since he was born into a Clan, he has a natural loyalty to comrades. He is extremely loyal to someone close or someone higher ranked as him, but for now he has no loyalty since he walks alone.
Sharpclaw is a surprisingly soft speaker. He doesn't talk much, but his voice is low and smooth. Like a young, shy tom. But, of course, he carries much confidence. So when he speaks he seems confident. Especially when he thinks before he speaks like he does everything else.
History: As you would have guessed by his name, he was a former Clan warrior. A ThunderClan warrior, to be more exact. Sharpclaw was born to a dying queen who was the pride of the Clan. But in the middle of the battle field, wounded and bleeding, she gave birth.
She died due to the wounds, and he was an only child. He was almost killed, but his father luckily saw the indecent and took him away. So, as a newborn, he already had his first battle scars. Afterwards, he was taken care of by other queen, the she-cat always telling him stories about his true mother.
Even as a kit, he was a bit serious. Even though he did have his playful moments. This was because of thinking he was already matured because he was already in a battle, he already had scars, and his father was serious. So he got it from him, also. But he was a honest, respectful cat. Unlike his father.
At apprenticeship, he fought his first battle. After it he was very proud of how well he'd done, but his father just gave him a cold look. This hurt him, due to his father being his role-model and his opinion of him was everything to him.
One night after a moon of warriorship, his father had beckoned him outside of camp. He talked about how it was a mistake about being born. He should have died with his mother. So he tried to kill him, but Sharpclaw used his cunning mind to outsmart him and kill him instead.
Saddened and frustrated, he decided to return to camp, hoping his Clan would believe him. He rested until morning, waking up to the dawn patrol dragging his father's limp body into camp. They found Sharpclaw's claw marks and a strand of his fur in the wounds.
Sharpclaw tried explaining his intentions and what happened, but no one believed him since his father was a loyal, strong warrior. He was exiled, and since that day he wondered alone, thinking to himself the same question: Was his birth a mistake?
Name: Sharpclaw
Age: 35 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Rogue
Clan: None
Short Description: Slim, dark red-brown tom with icy blue eyes.
Appearance: Sharpclaw definitely looks like a rogue to stay away from. He's one of those cats with a threatening size that seems to tower over you. But compared to some other large cats, he's about in between a large cat and a medium sized cat.
Though he has a pretty good size, he doesn't pack much muscle. Of course if you know he's more clever than strong, you can assume he has a slim body. Which is a weird combination with his large size. His limbs are long and slim, his body is long and slim, and even his muzzle is long and slim with it's sharp shape. Either way, he's threatening with his size, but handsome with his slim features.
He has rather a dark appearance. His pelt is a very dark reddish brown, like a very dark auburn. His front left paw is dipped in a jet black, while his chest carries a small frost white dash along with a larger dash hidden on his underbelly. The tips of his ears and tail also share the same fate of being jet black.
His fur length is between medium and short, but close to medium. Which makes his tail a bit long and feathery. Because of the dark pelt and large size, his threatening imagine wins over with a completion of an eerie gaze of icy blue that seems to pierce you with a glaring look. And of course, his name explains his long, large black claws.
Personality: Due to his lack of muscle, he tends to work around the strategy department. Because of being so used to battling with more mind than muscle, it seems that he's always finding the most logical answer or path.
Being all logical, he's a bit serious. And aggressive. But he doesn't let that get to him unless he is commanded to. Which happened a lot in his Clan. So he was the one to turn to when to either fight or give someone a warning.
And since he was born into a Clan, he has a natural loyalty to comrades. He is extremely loyal to someone close or someone higher ranked as him, but for now he has no loyalty since he walks alone.
Sharpclaw is a surprisingly soft speaker. He doesn't talk much, but his voice is low and smooth. Like a young, shy tom. But, of course, he carries much confidence. So when he speaks he seems confident. Especially when he thinks before he speaks like he does everything else.
History: As you would have guessed by his name, he was a former Clan warrior. A ThunderClan warrior, to be more exact. Sharpclaw was born to a dying queen who was the pride of the Clan. But in the middle of the battle field, wounded and bleeding, she gave birth.
She died due to the wounds, and he was an only child. He was almost killed, but his father luckily saw the indecent and took him away. So, as a newborn, he already had his first battle scars. Afterwards, he was taken care of by other queen, the she-cat always telling him stories about his true mother.
Even as a kit, he was a bit serious. Even though he did have his playful moments. This was because of thinking he was already matured because he was already in a battle, he already had scars, and his father was serious. So he got it from him, also. But he was a honest, respectful cat. Unlike his father.
At apprenticeship, he fought his first battle. After it he was very proud of how well he'd done, but his father just gave him a cold look. This hurt him, due to his father being his role-model and his opinion of him was everything to him.
One night after a moon of warriorship, his father had beckoned him outside of camp. He talked about how it was a mistake about being born. He should have died with his mother. So he tried to kill him, but Sharpclaw used his cunning mind to outsmart him and kill him instead.
Saddened and frustrated, he decided to return to camp, hoping his Clan would believe him. He rested until morning, waking up to the dawn patrol dragging his father's limp body into camp. They found Sharpclaw's claw marks and a strand of his fur in the wounds.
Sharpclaw tried explaining his intentions and what happened, but no one believed him since his father was a loyal, strong warrior. He was exiled, and since that day he wondered alone, thinking to himself the same question: Was his birth a mistake?
