Post by :c a i: on Aug 16, 2009 12:49:33 GMT -6
Name: Lionclaw
Age: 13.5 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: ThunderClan
Apprentice: None
Mentor: Rainstorm (formerly)
Rank: Warrior
M/C: Patchpaw
Kin:
Gingerfoot [Mother; ThunderClan; NPC]
Tansytail [Sister; ThunderClan; NPC]
Poppypelt[Sister; ThunderClan; NPC]
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.
A piercing little star was through.
Description:
handsome, f l u f f y, bright, muscular, magnificent
A stocky, well-built young cat with a magnificently thick, fluffy and richly coloured pelt, Lionclaw carries himself with an air of pride and confidence. Now full sized and entering the prime of his life, Lionclaw has thick muscles and a broad frame, though his limbs are mostly disguised by the bushy coat of dark golden fur. There are faint darker brown tabby stripes streaked across Lionclaw's pelt, but they are very difficult to see for they are thin and a close shade to the rest of his pelt. He has especially rich and thick fur cascading from his neck which resembles the mane of the Clans' ancient ancestors enough for him to have been named after them. His eyes are sharp amber, just like a lion's, though with a tinge of green in certain lights. He walks with a leonine confidence too, and lives up to his namesake well. There is also an air of dominance and strength about him, as if there is potential for Lionclaw to grow into a great warrior, though this air is still mingled with an immaturity because of his youth and inexperience.
Personality:
strong-willed, determined, charming, t a l e n t e d, strong morals, friendly
Once upon a time, Lionclaw was overly confident and cocky. In the middle of his apprentice days, he was really quite insensitive and bossy, having enjoyed his talents rather too much. He always shone in training, much to the other apprentices' annoyance, but he was not necessarily gracious about it. But in time, he learnt some humility and as he reached the last days of apprenticing, he finally seemed to have deflated his ego. Now he is much more of a warm-hearted, strong young warrior, fully-fledged and ready to rise up in the world. He has a bright future and all the potential to be a truly great warrior, though for now he is still a boyish youngster with a cheeky smile. He is a funny cat, able to make most others laugh, and he still has that confidence which has made him such a character throughout his life. He does not worry about looking foolish as he has a natural charisma and self-assurance that makes him able to talk to anyone without fear.
Lionclaw has never been an unkind cat, even if he did use to be too arrogant for his own good, and he has always nurtured many friendships. Nowadays, the helpful, good-natured side of him is more dominant than before and he is generally a lovely cat to be around in spite of the flashes of rather masculine cockiness that sometimes surface. He is an accomplished fighter too, since his battle moves are impeccable and he fights with controlled aggression and plenty of power from his strong muscles. He also has an iron resolve and is headstrong, meaning that what he sets out to achieve, he tends to do.
History:
Even as a little kit, Lionclaw seemed rather unafraid of any cat. He was not intimidatd by anything; he was always up for a challenge and constantly seemed to lead his two rather silly sisters into trouble. He was very much the leader of the three, for though the she-kits were friendly and cute, they were not very good at thinking for themselves. Lionkit was boundlessly energetic, inventing extravagant and complex games to keep himself and his sisters well and truly occupied. He also occupied his poor mother who tried her best to keep him out of trouble, though this was no easy task. Lionkit was developing a taste for adventure all the time. He also did not have a male role model, for to the present day his mother never revealed which tom had fathered the three kits. Instead of having someone to copy and look up to, Lionkit did whatever he liked and began to get a little too used to letting others clear up his messes. Though he was young, his mother was worried about the sort of cat he was becoming. Seemingly too confident about everything, Lionkit swaggered around in a little puff of self-assured ginger fur.
As he came of age to become an apprentice, it was very fortunate that he received the mentor he did. For at six moons, Lionkit was at his worst: Unruly and rather bad-tempered, his mentor must have dreaded his task. But as it was, Rainstorm was a very good cat for the job. He was strict and knew how to discipline, he was clever and had a sharp tongue and he knew how to handle Lionpaw. Within a moon of training, the youngster had become far better to be around and stopped being quite so arrogant, thanks to Rainstorm's remarks which cut him down to size. He still bore an air of annoying confidence, but it seemed that he had been successfully chastised by his strong-willed mentor. Apart from his attitude, Lionpaw was a great young apprentice. He learned quickly, his best skill being battle moves. The moons flew by, and he found himself near to having learnt all he could from his mentor. At eleven moons, he knew it could not be long before he received his warrior name, but his mentor made sure he knew that he had plenty left to improve on before he was ready to serve his Clan fully.
Finally, after a practice battle with his mentor, his mentor's son and another apprentice, Lionpaw realised what it was to look out for a Clan instead of for a self. He made some developments as a cat on that day, and a lot of maturing was done in that one battle. It was a strange rite of passage in itself, and it marked Lionpaw's near readiness to become a warrior. The assessment was held soon after and Lionpaw did not fail. He went out as Lionpaw the apprentice and came back Lionclaw the warrior. It was the greatest day of his life, and he had embarked upon the route which would lead him to greatness.
Roleplay example:
And then a mighty roar
Will start the sky
To cryin'
But not even light'ning
Will be frightening my lion
And with no fear inside
No need to run
No need to hide
You're standing strong and tall
You're the bravest of them all
Other: My baby boy ~ [X]
;;; 3/5 whoooops.