Post by ~Snowstar~ on Nov 6, 2006 1:13:41 GMT -5
Name: Strongclaw
Gender: Tom
Age: Forty Moons
Clan: FrostClan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Strongclaw has a very certain look about him. His jaw is very square for a common cat and he is about twice the size of most warriors. He has a striped pelt of orange and white and he has an exceedingly long tail. His firm face also has bold features such as his electric green eyes, he has a few missing clumps of fur and his ears both have tears in them. But, by far the most menacing part of this huge cat, are his really, really long fangs and claws.
Personality: Being a member of FrostClan, it is not surprising that Strongclaw has a nasty streak. He hates those who are weaker than himself and he thinks he is better than most. His temper leaves much to be desired as he is constantly growling about one thing or another and he is a tremendously fierce fighter. Strongclaw does not tolerate anyone answering him back and he is rather prone to violence! He is, however, completely dedicated to the warrior code.
History: Strongclaw has lived in FrostClan all of his life and knows everyone in it inside-out.
His father, Strongtooth, was Clan Deputy when he lived and he had an even cruller personality than his son. His mother, Palepelt, was a beautiful Queen with a kind heart and temperament which was most unlike that of any other cat in the clan. Being this lovely came at a severe, unkind price, though: Two moons after Strongkit was born, FrostClan decided to attack another clan’s camp. Palepelt was asked to go too and, being a loyal cat, she did. However, in the middle of the battle she caught site of a cat she knew being brutally attacked by Strongtooth. The cat was obviously prepared to give up, but FrostClan’s Deputy was still clawing at the poor tom. Palepelt felt that she had to do something or the cat would surely be killed and there was absolutely no reason for that.
The FrostClan Queen, bounded towards her mate and shouted at him to stop. When Strongtooth refused to listen, she jumped onto his back and pushed him away. As you can imagine, the Deputy didn’t take this well, and at the end of the battle, Palepelt was found lying dead.
So, Strongclaw grew up with his evil father until Strongtooth dies when his son was twenty moons old. He has always been a great warrior and he is completely in awe of his leader, Froststar. He will, for sure, follow her until the day he dies.
IC: His paws merely skimmed the earth as he sprinted through the forest. Strongclaw was on his way to patrol the clan’s border with two other warriors and Froststar was due to join them once the sun was down.
He came to a stop beside the Flowing Stream. His fellow warriors padded behind him as he began to walk slowly, sniffing the air.
“Mmm,” one of the warriors exclaimed, “Fresh kill...” The grey tom crouched low to the ground and slunk forward slightly towards a clump of trees.
“Furball!” Strongclaw snarled, swiping his peer with a large paw.
“Ow!” he yowled, jumping up, “What?!”
“Idiot! We’re here to look for intruders not for you to stuff your face!”
The tom bowed his head. “Sorry, Strongclaw,” he mumbled quietly.
“Hurry up!” he gestured with his tail to them both and began to walk again. “The sun’s nearly down and we’ve got to meet Froststar further down!”
Strongclaw would never be late for his leader and he didn’t expect others to be either.
Codeword:Ni!
Gender: Tom
Age: Forty Moons
Clan: FrostClan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Strongclaw has a very certain look about him. His jaw is very square for a common cat and he is about twice the size of most warriors. He has a striped pelt of orange and white and he has an exceedingly long tail. His firm face also has bold features such as his electric green eyes, he has a few missing clumps of fur and his ears both have tears in them. But, by far the most menacing part of this huge cat, are his really, really long fangs and claws.
Personality: Being a member of FrostClan, it is not surprising that Strongclaw has a nasty streak. He hates those who are weaker than himself and he thinks he is better than most. His temper leaves much to be desired as he is constantly growling about one thing or another and he is a tremendously fierce fighter. Strongclaw does not tolerate anyone answering him back and he is rather prone to violence! He is, however, completely dedicated to the warrior code.
History: Strongclaw has lived in FrostClan all of his life and knows everyone in it inside-out.
His father, Strongtooth, was Clan Deputy when he lived and he had an even cruller personality than his son. His mother, Palepelt, was a beautiful Queen with a kind heart and temperament which was most unlike that of any other cat in the clan. Being this lovely came at a severe, unkind price, though: Two moons after Strongkit was born, FrostClan decided to attack another clan’s camp. Palepelt was asked to go too and, being a loyal cat, she did. However, in the middle of the battle she caught site of a cat she knew being brutally attacked by Strongtooth. The cat was obviously prepared to give up, but FrostClan’s Deputy was still clawing at the poor tom. Palepelt felt that she had to do something or the cat would surely be killed and there was absolutely no reason for that.
The FrostClan Queen, bounded towards her mate and shouted at him to stop. When Strongtooth refused to listen, she jumped onto his back and pushed him away. As you can imagine, the Deputy didn’t take this well, and at the end of the battle, Palepelt was found lying dead.
So, Strongclaw grew up with his evil father until Strongtooth dies when his son was twenty moons old. He has always been a great warrior and he is completely in awe of his leader, Froststar. He will, for sure, follow her until the day he dies.
IC: His paws merely skimmed the earth as he sprinted through the forest. Strongclaw was on his way to patrol the clan’s border with two other warriors and Froststar was due to join them once the sun was down.
He came to a stop beside the Flowing Stream. His fellow warriors padded behind him as he began to walk slowly, sniffing the air.
“Mmm,” one of the warriors exclaimed, “Fresh kill...” The grey tom crouched low to the ground and slunk forward slightly towards a clump of trees.
“Furball!” Strongclaw snarled, swiping his peer with a large paw.
“Ow!” he yowled, jumping up, “What?!”
“Idiot! We’re here to look for intruders not for you to stuff your face!”
The tom bowed his head. “Sorry, Strongclaw,” he mumbled quietly.
“Hurry up!” he gestured with his tail to them both and began to walk again. “The sun’s nearly down and we’ve got to meet Froststar further down!”
Strongclaw would never be late for his leader and he didn’t expect others to be either.
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