Post by breezychan on Aug 27, 2011 13:28:02 GMT -6
Name: Shadefoot
Age: 35 moons old
Gender: Male
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: None
Love Interest: None
Kin: Brother-Stoneclaw and Adopted Sister-Snowflower
Description: Shadefoot is a dark gray tabby with his darkest stripes on his tail and four legs. He has short fur that is soft and fluffy. He is taller than Snowflower, but he's almost identical to his brother, Stoneclaw. Shadefoot has long legs and a long tail. His eyes glow like green flames when angry and grow duller when sad. Shadefoot has muscles that ripple throughout his body. He is a stronger fighter than he is a hunter. Shadefoot has a scar on his left hind leg and a bite mark on his right shoulder. He also has a nick in his left ear from battle and it’s hidden under his fur, like all his other old wounds. Shadefoot has black whiskers. He has white claws that can rip your fur off and leave you scarred for life. He has pink paw pads. His nose is a blackish gray in color. Shadefoot is built for speed, and that is his advantage in battle. He is slim, even though he has a well-muscled body.
Personality: Shadefoot likes to help the queens and young apprentices. Shadefoot wnats to be a father someday. He hopes to have a lovely and strong she-cat bear his kits. Shadefoot is good at partner-hunting, especially with his brother. Alone, he would catch little to nothing. Shadefoot and Stoneclaw still love to confuse their Clan mates with their almost identical looks. He likes to tell stories to young kits and young apprentices. Shadefoot tells them the stories the elders told him when he was their age. Shadefoot loves the smell of herbs from the Medicine cats den. He is very understanding of other cats' feelings. Still, he has trouble trusting cats from outside ShadowClan. Although he is empathetic, he still hates when cats break the warrior code. Shadefoot likes to sunbathe during the hottest time of the day and as he is sunbathing, he looks out for rogues or other Clan cats. Shadefoot is a loyal warrior of ShadowClan. He wants to protect his family and Clan equally. He takes being a warrior very seriously.
History: Shadefoot and Stoneclaw were born to two loyal ShadowClan cats. At the time they were Stonekit and Shadekit, and they lived happy lives with their parents Darkfang (father) and Roseclaw (mother). The two toms looked just alike and no one could ever tell one apart from the other. Both had dark fur and green eyes. Each looked like the other and it confused their parents at times. They thought this was funny to confuse others with the fact that they were twins. One day they decided to confuse their leader. Both had walked up to the leader and asked a question. First Stonekit would go up and ask a question. Then Shadekit would go up and ask the same question. They always had a good laugh afterward. One time the leader laughed along with them once he found out what happened after seeing the two kits.
One day, the brothers decided to leave camp and explore ShadowClan's territory. But to their misfortune a fox found them. It was about to attack them when they had an idea. They did what they always did to others in ShadowClan. They confused it because it had only seen one of them. It worked long enough for their father, Darkfang, to make it to them. He attacked the fox's head-on and soon was followed by Roseclaw, who had been on a patrol with him looking for their kits. The brothers watched their parents fight and get wounded. Both warriors could barely stand by the time the fox was killed. Stonekit and Shadekit looked up at their mother and father with fear. The two warriors have told them not to worry and that they loved them. Just before both older cats fell over dead from their wounds. Stonekit went to his mother and Shadekit followed. They tried to get her to move and then tried with their father next.
They realized that the two warriors were dead. Stonekit blamed himself and Shadekit was shocked to know their parents died for them. They cried together for the very last time. A patrol heard them and found the kits with their dead parents huddled together with tear streaks down their muzzles. Two younger warriors from the patrol carried the heart-broken kits back to camp. It was a tom and a she cat who were mates. Their leader was very upset with losing his two best warriors. But thought it was a good thing that the kits were still alive. They were the blood of their parents and could become great warriors in their own right if trained correctly. The two mates that carried the kits back asked to raise them as their own. The brothers were only three-moons-old, not old enough to train yet. Their leader gave them his blessings. The two young warriors names were Darkcloud a black tom, with blue eyes, and Lilybud, a white she cat with dark gray paws.
The brothers was unsure about them at first, but after about a week they took to the two warriors as their new parents. Stonekit and Shadekit later on found out that the two would never be able to have more kits. They turned out to be Snowkit's parents. They got along well with the little she kit and they became the best of friends. They were like a family after four weeks and they loved Lilybud. The brothers respected Darkcloud and were protective of Snowkit. It was only a moon later when heart-ache struck the three kits. It was like any other day. The three kits played with Darkcloud and Lilybud before the tom had to go on a patrol. Stonekit, Shadekit and Snowkit had been playing all day until around midday. Snowkit started to freak out about something.
The brothers watched as she started to call out for her father, Darkcloud. The young toms were four moons old now and so was Snowkit. It was heartbreaking to see how Snowkit was acting. After that Lilybud got a hold of her only blood kit and took her to the nursery. Stonekit and Shadekit followed so they could try to comfort their adopted sister. But as they were about to go inside, she ran back out and they ran after her. It was at that moment some of the Clan mates came in carrying Darkcloud in. He was dead and they would never have a perfect tom as a father again, beside their own father who died. Stonekit and Shadekit watched as Snowkit cried over her father's body. The brothers rushed over and started to try to comfort her.
The brothers were staying with Snowkit and Lilybud while they mourned Darkcloud's death. It happened so fast and the young toms let a few tears fall too. Darkcloud was so much like their father before he died that it felt like losing him all over again. They could tell it would take a while before the two she-cats would get over the death of the tom in their lives. Once Darkcloud was laid to rest, the two brothers tried to help the two mourning she cats all they could. It wasn't until the time the three kits were going to be apprentices that Snowkit and Lilybud finally showed signs of healing. The three kits were named Stonepaw, Shadepaw and Snopwpaw. Their mother was happy to know that a couple of her kits were going to be trained by her dead mate’s friends. The last kit was being trained back a random cat who the queen knew very well.
The brothers and Snowpaw trained hard for many moons. It was near the end of their training when another heartache happened. Snowpaw was out on patrol with her mentor and her mother. Stonepaw and Shadepaw happened to be taking care of the elders den. They were just working on the last nest when a new apprentice ran in to camp. "Rogues are attacking a patrol," yelled the fearful apprentice. Stonepaw and Shadepaw were worried that it might be the one Snowpaw and Lilybud were in. Another patrol was being sent out and they begged to come along. The leader of the backup party finally gave in, knowing that their mother and sister were in one of the patrols. When the group finally reached the patrol and saw that it was indeed Snowpaw's. The brothers raced towards the fight and started to battle with strength to chase off the rogues who dared to hurt their sister.
It was by the end of the battle that they realized that not everyone lived through the fight. It was then that Stonepaw and Shadepaw saw their sister looking for her friends she had made. As for their mother Lilybud, at that moment they both saw her behind the bush. They tried to stop Snowpaw, but it was too late and she saw her mother dead. It broke their hearts to see this. The brothers let a few tears fall. But after that they had no more tears to shed. The deaths of their own parents came to mind. It was even more painful to see that both their adopted parents were now gone forever too. The brothers watched as Snowpaw carried her own mother and her mentor helped. Once back at camp the brothers mourned with their adopted sister. Lilybud may not have been their real mother, but she had taken them in when Roseclaw had died along with Darkfang. Stonepaw and Shadepaw would be there for Snowpaw and never leave her, if they could help it. It was two or three days after Lilybud was laid to rest before they got their warrior names. Stonepaw's new name was Stoneclaw, Shadepaw's was Shadefoot and finally Snowpaw's was Snowflower. They were all happy about their warrior names, yet Snowflower acted like there was no one there to be happy with her.
Other: No
Roleplay Example: *Wolfie*
The young tom listened to this other tom that came after the three bullies. Wolfie didn't know what to think of him and even though his scent matched those of the bullies, he seemed to be nice. But still something didn't seem right. But then the tom mentioned father and the young tom looked at him with slight hope "you knew dad? But how, he never brought any friends to our den" he said with confusion in his tone. Wolfie felt his sister climb under him and he tried to grab her scruff. But she managed to get away. Wolfie was froze for a moment before quickly going to his sister's side "No Mistie, we don't know if they are telling the truth, don't go near any of them Please" he said with a pleading tone. The young white and black tom may be young. But he was smart and yet he had trouble with telling when someone told a lie. Their father never mentioned friends or never had any over for that matter. He wanted to protect his smaller sister. Wolfie for some reason had always been big for his age and he didn't mind it. He could protect them "we can take care of ourselves. I'm a pretty good hunter and good at fighting to. We just want to be left alone to morn our father's death in pace, Please sirs just leave" he said as nice as he could. All he wanted to do was morn their father in pace and help Mistie to get over the shock the right way. Where she was herself and not some stranger he didn't know. He looked at the head cat of the group and begged with his green eyes for them to just leave them alone in good pace.
