Post by brii on Jul 21, 2011 19:21:29 GMT -6
Name: Stripefur
Age: 44 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: No
Love Interest: None
Kin: None
Description: Stripefur is a light brown tom, with stunning yellow-ish green eyes. He is 'fluff'y' but not overly so, his fur is soft to the touch but doesn't make him look bigger than he really is. He has several stripes framing his body, the fur along his back is white, striped with light browns. The white along his back darkens into a light brown-ish gray on the rest of his body. Most of the rest of the stripes being a darker brown or black with black bands around his tail, paws and legs.
Personality: Stripefur is usually a mellow laid back tom though he is playful and can be sharptongued at times. He is very wary of falling for somebody, because he sees what it can do to some cats though it doesn't stop him from making friends~if they take to him that is. He has an odd way of going from calm and collective to playful and vice versa in what seems like a few seconds. The one thing that absolutely irks him is ignorance especially in Senior Warriors.
History: Stripefur had the average kithood, he had the usual yearning to become a warrior apprentice before his time and always tried to do things to make people believe he was ready to be trained in the ways of the warrior which often ended with him being introuble. There was one time though just before he was made an apprentice that he managed to climb out of the ravine and up onto one of the many boulders. When he got atop one of the taller rocks he spotted a bird and figured it would be an easy catch so with his still almost unsteady gait he would lower himself into a crouch his rear wiggling all about as he tried to leap forward after it only to have his hind legs skidd off of the rock, slamming his jaw into the boulder and twisting his paw~resulting in his apprentive cermony being delayed a month.
It didn't hinder his will power though and with the help of his doting mother and the medicine cat he healed rather nicely though it made him jealous to see his sister be made an apprentice before him. When he was finally an apprentice he was given to a strict mentor, and learned quickly striving to do what this tom told him was right and basically worshipped the ground he walked on. Just before he was made a warrior his sister and mother died of greencough, making Stripefur (Stripepaw at the time) depressed and forlorn until he had a heart to heart with his mentor though he still hasn't gotten over it he has improved. He would do anything to see his mother and sister again though he doesn't know how without visting HighStones though he never would without permission.
Stripefur was made a warrior on a warm day, and sat vigil on a pleasantly warm night with the wind and the trees whispering lovely melodies to him he was releived at dawn by his former mentor, and since then has tried his hardest to be the best warrior he can be but also realizes that nobody his perfect and ever will be.
Other: None.
Roleplay Example: Stripeur blinks open his striking green eyes his eyes lids fluttering a few times before remaining open. He was in the warrior's den curled up amid a sea of different colored pelts. His jaws would grow lax, spreading wide as a yawn echoed from his lips, his scarlet tongue curling up at the tip before his mouth came closed with a low snap. His head tipping a bit to the side he would peer at the entrance to the den noting it was still dark out though he didn't really feel as tired as he had before he fell asleep.
He would glance at the sleeping forms around him before getting carefully to his black banded paws and picking carefully around the cats, heading for the entrance of the den. He managed to get out safely only stepping on one warrior's paw, but he just grumbled a little and rolled over. Once he was out of the den he would stretch his forpaws forward his back arching as his head rolled slightly on his shoulders. A satisfying crack sounded first from his back and then from his neck as he cracked it before straightening out.
A longing glance was shot toward the fresh-kill pile before he shakes his head and makes his way toward the entrance to the forest his tail held high above his back and his head lifted in happiness. He felt cheerful and that feeling increased ten-fold when he was finally under the canopy of the trees, with black skies dotted with silver rain drops shining through.
