Post by Ivory on May 5, 2008 13:59:15 GMT -5
BASICS
Name: Gorsestar
Age: fourty-one moons.
Gender: tom.
Rank: leader.
PHYSICAL
Small Description: Tall and springy mottled brown tom.
Appearance:
Circled by dark rims, pallid amber spectrum's seem deeply inset into Gorsestar's face, as if two light jewels were indented into a patterned crown of some sort. His angular features appear less dramatic against his wide eyes, beaming out without a trace of lethargy weighing them down. This has only come from practice, and a lust to take everything in, not miss out on one detail of the day. Intricate swirls of dim color dapple his body, many different shades of brown intercepting something of a main color through out his pelt. Slightly lighter shades blanket his soft underside, streaks of black seeping through as if ink had ran, criss-crossing through the bristled hairs. His coat does not reflect light in the way a glossy, groomed one does, for he doesn't care much for appearance. Nor does it behold a soft texture but something quite the opposite. The hairs fell tough and wiry, though keep him more protected from the weather across some of the rogues bare, barren land, when he visits the moon tree. His mottled appearance also is usefull when trying to blend with his surroundings, mold into something that could be taken for dry grass.
Though Gorsestar is clearly masculine, he does not possess a burly stature, something quite the opposite in fact. Long legs retain extra bounce than normal in a cat that originates from WayClan, serving their purpose when racing away from danger that is too threatening to face, and would be foolish to try to. Ears quiver attentively, slightly larger than another would expect, against the rest of his body, giving himself a slightly disproportionate countenance. Main bone structure being more compact means no muscle produces, yet he doesn't look gaunt or unkempt.
Best At: Being wise, oh so wise ;3
MENTAL
Personality:
You would most likely find Gorsestar in solitude, lying contentedly without too much of a distance between him and other cats. Gorsestar generally keeps himself to himself, though doesn't make the appearance of himself or words scarce. He is not anti-social, able to converse with others in a gentle cadence, one you may associate with fatherly-figures. For though he is still quite young, his time of reflection and thought is crafting him in to just that. he possesses an older head on more able shoulders, which wasn't as useful as it may sound back in his younger days. Still, appearing foolish thankfully didn't really affect the respect he tried hard to earn from the rest of the Clan.
Gorsestar's proffered situation is sitting back, analyzing others moves and how the day is panning out. Calculating what may happen next. A lot of empathy lies within his soul, allowing him to make wise judgments upon things. He is very aware of his surroundings, and has a vast knowledge on the layout of the WayClan territory. He is able to direct warriors firmly without hindering, though when it comes to apprentices or kits punishments, he tends to let them off lightly, having a soft spot for their youthful ways. Upon the day of birth the seed of loyalty was planted deep within his heart, only having been nurtured and blossomed into a sturdy, reliable tree. Even though Gorsestar knows he lacks in fighting skills, when faced with an enemy who may threaten the Clan, he is not a coward.
History:
&&kithood
Beneath a rigid ceiling on one fairly average day, the queen Mousewhisker pushed out a litter of three. Labor being long and strenuous, she lost one of them because the kit didn't reach oxygen in time. This fact is now only vaguely known by Gorsestar as his mother mourned for a while as he grew in to a young kit. Still, this occurrence did not carve grave lines of sorrow into his youthful face, for he had never met the sibling that passed away upon it's first few moments of life.
Gorsekit's discovery of the energy that resided inside him happened half way through his fourth moon. His sister Brackenkit had already made a name for herself terrorizing the elders to an abnormal extent, and so he immediately signed up for the fun. Another moon saw the bonds that tied him and his sister together strengthen, time wrapping them with trust and comfort. In the few days before each would be apprenticed, Gorsekit and Brackenkit solemnly met, fervently making promises and oaths to stay close, that neither can recall now.
&&apprenticeship
Apprenticed to a respected warrior name Hailclaw, Gorsepaw soon pushed the promises he'd made his sister back to the depths of his mind, where they lingered, occasionally rising to the surface to strike him with pangs of guilt. Yet with Hailclaw as his mentor, Gorsepaw couldn't afford to keep up 'petty relationships'. His mentor worked him hard, toughening his mind along with his body. And Gorsepaw did everything in his power to please Hailclaw, the Sargent like figure. It is him Gorsestar can thank for aging him beyond his years in the short time he had to reflect on his patterned teachings. Routine was something Hailclaw liked to live his life around, and so the same sort of thing slowly developed for Gorsepaw.
&&warrior
"Nothing special, just averagely capable." Those were the words that caressed him after moons of hard toil. It was Hailclaw's way of saying well done as well, so Gorsepaw accepted the phrase with good graces. He was dubbed a warrior alongside his sister, who had grown so distant to him over the years, and so on the night of their vigil they perched with a formal composure beside each other, two diverse beings. He had received a few of the rumors batted around, so knew that his sister was still possessed boundless energy, and was more outspoken and argumentative than she should be. That chilled night he contemplated his own morphed emotions. Now, instead of being careless and diverting, his stance had become more attentive, ears rotating dutifully upon his head so as not to miss anything, eyes widened so as to analyze more detail. Well, he still enjoyed playful banter and silly bets, though his more proffered position was a little set back from the rest of the Clan.
This trait hadn't gone unnoticed by the leader. By the age of nineteen moons, he was granted an apprentice, which he tried to train well in the physical skills needed, though bestowed the apprentice Willowpaw with more understanding and knowledge, so she emerged from apprenticeship with a level head on her shoulders. By this time, Gorserain was twenty-five moons old, in the time when the aging leader still put up a front against the senile emotions she would one day give way to.
Within the next five moons, a few rogues came to scout their borders wondering if they stood a chance against any patrols. It so happened that Gorserain accompanied a few others on the day when the three burly toms made an appearance. Though the three warriors, Willowstep, Gorserain and Ebonystreak, plus Ebonystreak's apprentice Inkpaw did out number the rogues, each side knew full well that the rogues were stronger. Still they didn't flee, Gorserain issuing hushed orders to Inkpaw to sprint back to camp to spread the word. He took up a stance, casting his mind over every move Hailclaw had taught him. Even if his body wasn't the best at conducting them, this was for the safety of the Clan. They met with clashing claws, charges brought abruptly to a halt by meeting the other side head on. For a short while the battle raged, Gorserain accumulating many wounds and gashes which revealed flesh, jewels of red blood seeping from them. Luckily a reserve party rushed onto the scene, muscles braced with anticipation. Together with a combined effort they drove out the Rogues, the three cats fleeing after finally deciding it simply wasn't worth the effort.
The leader heard of this event, thoughts on this returning to her when the previous dpeuty passed from a disease one moon later. She was aging fast, and would need a wise and able cat to follow her pawsteps, so promoted Gorserain.
&&deputy and beyond
Gorserain only went about the deputy duties for three moons. In the times the leader bestowed him with even more plans she'd had brewing for the future, and specifically asked him to fulfill them. He accepted, finding the ideas agreeable. Once she retired, he welcomed the post of leader with open arms, feeling finally ready to carry out the plans.
RP Sample: Oh i went there, this is an admin dodge.
Name: Gorsestar
Age: fourty-one moons.
Gender: tom.
Rank: leader.
PHYSICAL
Small Description: Tall and springy mottled brown tom.
Appearance:
Circled by dark rims, pallid amber spectrum's seem deeply inset into Gorsestar's face, as if two light jewels were indented into a patterned crown of some sort. His angular features appear less dramatic against his wide eyes, beaming out without a trace of lethargy weighing them down. This has only come from practice, and a lust to take everything in, not miss out on one detail of the day. Intricate swirls of dim color dapple his body, many different shades of brown intercepting something of a main color through out his pelt. Slightly lighter shades blanket his soft underside, streaks of black seeping through as if ink had ran, criss-crossing through the bristled hairs. His coat does not reflect light in the way a glossy, groomed one does, for he doesn't care much for appearance. Nor does it behold a soft texture but something quite the opposite. The hairs fell tough and wiry, though keep him more protected from the weather across some of the rogues bare, barren land, when he visits the moon tree. His mottled appearance also is usefull when trying to blend with his surroundings, mold into something that could be taken for dry grass.
Though Gorsestar is clearly masculine, he does not possess a burly stature, something quite the opposite in fact. Long legs retain extra bounce than normal in a cat that originates from WayClan, serving their purpose when racing away from danger that is too threatening to face, and would be foolish to try to. Ears quiver attentively, slightly larger than another would expect, against the rest of his body, giving himself a slightly disproportionate countenance. Main bone structure being more compact means no muscle produces, yet he doesn't look gaunt or unkempt.
Best At: Being wise, oh so wise ;3
MENTAL
Personality:
You would most likely find Gorsestar in solitude, lying contentedly without too much of a distance between him and other cats. Gorsestar generally keeps himself to himself, though doesn't make the appearance of himself or words scarce. He is not anti-social, able to converse with others in a gentle cadence, one you may associate with fatherly-figures. For though he is still quite young, his time of reflection and thought is crafting him in to just that. he possesses an older head on more able shoulders, which wasn't as useful as it may sound back in his younger days. Still, appearing foolish thankfully didn't really affect the respect he tried hard to earn from the rest of the Clan.
Gorsestar's proffered situation is sitting back, analyzing others moves and how the day is panning out. Calculating what may happen next. A lot of empathy lies within his soul, allowing him to make wise judgments upon things. He is very aware of his surroundings, and has a vast knowledge on the layout of the WayClan territory. He is able to direct warriors firmly without hindering, though when it comes to apprentices or kits punishments, he tends to let them off lightly, having a soft spot for their youthful ways. Upon the day of birth the seed of loyalty was planted deep within his heart, only having been nurtured and blossomed into a sturdy, reliable tree. Even though Gorsestar knows he lacks in fighting skills, when faced with an enemy who may threaten the Clan, he is not a coward.
History:
&&kithood
Beneath a rigid ceiling on one fairly average day, the queen Mousewhisker pushed out a litter of three. Labor being long and strenuous, she lost one of them because the kit didn't reach oxygen in time. This fact is now only vaguely known by Gorsestar as his mother mourned for a while as he grew in to a young kit. Still, this occurrence did not carve grave lines of sorrow into his youthful face, for he had never met the sibling that passed away upon it's first few moments of life.
Gorsekit's discovery of the energy that resided inside him happened half way through his fourth moon. His sister Brackenkit had already made a name for herself terrorizing the elders to an abnormal extent, and so he immediately signed up for the fun. Another moon saw the bonds that tied him and his sister together strengthen, time wrapping them with trust and comfort. In the few days before each would be apprenticed, Gorsekit and Brackenkit solemnly met, fervently making promises and oaths to stay close, that neither can recall now.
&&apprenticeship
Apprenticed to a respected warrior name Hailclaw, Gorsepaw soon pushed the promises he'd made his sister back to the depths of his mind, where they lingered, occasionally rising to the surface to strike him with pangs of guilt. Yet with Hailclaw as his mentor, Gorsepaw couldn't afford to keep up 'petty relationships'. His mentor worked him hard, toughening his mind along with his body. And Gorsepaw did everything in his power to please Hailclaw, the Sargent like figure. It is him Gorsestar can thank for aging him beyond his years in the short time he had to reflect on his patterned teachings. Routine was something Hailclaw liked to live his life around, and so the same sort of thing slowly developed for Gorsepaw.
&&warrior
"Nothing special, just averagely capable." Those were the words that caressed him after moons of hard toil. It was Hailclaw's way of saying well done as well, so Gorsepaw accepted the phrase with good graces. He was dubbed a warrior alongside his sister, who had grown so distant to him over the years, and so on the night of their vigil they perched with a formal composure beside each other, two diverse beings. He had received a few of the rumors batted around, so knew that his sister was still possessed boundless energy, and was more outspoken and argumentative than she should be. That chilled night he contemplated his own morphed emotions. Now, instead of being careless and diverting, his stance had become more attentive, ears rotating dutifully upon his head so as not to miss anything, eyes widened so as to analyze more detail. Well, he still enjoyed playful banter and silly bets, though his more proffered position was a little set back from the rest of the Clan.
This trait hadn't gone unnoticed by the leader. By the age of nineteen moons, he was granted an apprentice, which he tried to train well in the physical skills needed, though bestowed the apprentice Willowpaw with more understanding and knowledge, so she emerged from apprenticeship with a level head on her shoulders. By this time, Gorserain was twenty-five moons old, in the time when the aging leader still put up a front against the senile emotions she would one day give way to.
Within the next five moons, a few rogues came to scout their borders wondering if they stood a chance against any patrols. It so happened that Gorserain accompanied a few others on the day when the three burly toms made an appearance. Though the three warriors, Willowstep, Gorserain and Ebonystreak, plus Ebonystreak's apprentice Inkpaw did out number the rogues, each side knew full well that the rogues were stronger. Still they didn't flee, Gorserain issuing hushed orders to Inkpaw to sprint back to camp to spread the word. He took up a stance, casting his mind over every move Hailclaw had taught him. Even if his body wasn't the best at conducting them, this was for the safety of the Clan. They met with clashing claws, charges brought abruptly to a halt by meeting the other side head on. For a short while the battle raged, Gorserain accumulating many wounds and gashes which revealed flesh, jewels of red blood seeping from them. Luckily a reserve party rushed onto the scene, muscles braced with anticipation. Together with a combined effort they drove out the Rogues, the three cats fleeing after finally deciding it simply wasn't worth the effort.
The leader heard of this event, thoughts on this returning to her when the previous dpeuty passed from a disease one moon later. She was aging fast, and would need a wise and able cat to follow her pawsteps, so promoted Gorserain.
&&deputy and beyond
Gorserain only went about the deputy duties for three moons. In the times the leader bestowed him with even more plans she'd had brewing for the future, and specifically asked him to fulfill them. He accepted, finding the ideas agreeable. Once she retired, he welcomed the post of leader with open arms, feeling finally ready to carry out the plans.
RP Sample: Oh i went there, this is an admin dodge.