Post by echo on Jun 10, 2010 21:14:17 GMT -5
Role player| Requiem
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Name| Bonefang
Gender| tom
Physical Description| Bonefang possesses a fluffy pelt, average in length It is soft and well-kept, pure white, like clouds on a clear day. Parts of it tend to be rather ruffled, especially around his neck, back, shoulders, and the sides of his head, giving him a rather windswept appearance. However, his bushy tail has a medium gray tip, granite colored. The same goes for the tips of his ears. His eyes are a deep forest green, often gleaming with icy coldness. Whether it be day or night, they are quite luminescent, and can be quite eerie. Bonefang is a small cat, and could fall into the category of being under average. Young and fit, he is already pretty well-muscled for his age, even if it isn't all that noticeable--especially under his fluffy coat. Wiry, and with a sturdy frame, he is well-rounded in battle, and doesn't have to particularly rely on any one thing.
Views| Though he isn't too fond of the idea of forming a full-blown clan, he does enjoy the idea of being in a position of power. Having followers to obey him--despite his young age--appeals to Bonefang. For someone his size, it isn't rare for cats to look down on him and underestimate him. As a result, he thirsts for proper respect--of course, fear would also do. However, despite this boss-like attitude, Bonefang would prefer keeping to himself. His disapproval of there being a clan also sits badly with him because if he wasn't the leader, he would have to follow another cat's orders.
Kin|
Iceclaw - mother - dead
Dullpelt - father - dead
Boulderpaw - brother - dead
History| Bonekit was born in a litter of two kits in the middle of a light season. He was given the prefix 'Bone' due to his stark white pelt. He was the runt of the pair--that much could be seen from the size difference between him and his average-sized brother. The kits' mother, Iceclaw, had died during the kitting, so none of them ever knew her. Dullpelt obviously mourned his mate's passing, but his sadness turned to determination to make their sons the best in the enclosure. Unfortunately, Dullpelt paid more attention to Boulderkit than Bonekit because he thought the bigger cat would have more potential.
As a result, Boulderkit would often rub his superiority in his littermate's face; often times, this was through verbal abuse, sometimes physical violence, showing off, and treating Bonekit with immense disdain. Both of them were trained by their father even though it was clear he favored Boulderpaw. Bonepaw was forced to either catch on on the first try or just correct himself based on observations of other cats--more often than not, Dullpelt didn't really care whether Bonepaw got it or not, and would lose interest in him when he messed up. For Boulderpaw it was different, since their mentor would cater to his every question, and make sure he got everything perfect. And so, Bonepaw was often neglected while he watched his brother be showered with praise.
When the dark season came along, and with it freezing temperatures, Dullpelt lost his life to sickness. With Boulderpaw and Bonepaw left on their own at 8-moons, it was no wonder that Boulderpaw proclaimed himself the leader of their nonexistent group, i.e. the brothers. Arrogant and proud, Boulderpaw decided that they were strong enough to claim a piece of land for their own. Bonepaw, seeing the ludicrousness of this notion, took no part in his brother's bid for territory. They were barely kits, for goodness sake! It was during Boulderpaw's attempt to stake a claim that he was easily defeated. By refusing to give up--and not having an iota of self preservation instincts--the other cat was forced to seriously wound the young cat. Boulderpaw then shortly died of these wounds. One would think that Bonepaw would have grieved the death of his littermate, and regret not helping, but he didn't. After suffering endless torment from his brother(all those shows of superiority), it was actually quite a relief to be rid of him. At that point, Bonepaw gave himself the name Bonefang and has been roaming around on his own since then.
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Name| Bonefang
Gender| tom
Physical Description| Bonefang possesses a fluffy pelt, average in length It is soft and well-kept, pure white, like clouds on a clear day. Parts of it tend to be rather ruffled, especially around his neck, back, shoulders, and the sides of his head, giving him a rather windswept appearance. However, his bushy tail has a medium gray tip, granite colored. The same goes for the tips of his ears. His eyes are a deep forest green, often gleaming with icy coldness. Whether it be day or night, they are quite luminescent, and can be quite eerie. Bonefang is a small cat, and could fall into the category of being under average. Young and fit, he is already pretty well-muscled for his age, even if it isn't all that noticeable--especially under his fluffy coat. Wiry, and with a sturdy frame, he is well-rounded in battle, and doesn't have to particularly rely on any one thing.
Views| Though he isn't too fond of the idea of forming a full-blown clan, he does enjoy the idea of being in a position of power. Having followers to obey him--despite his young age--appeals to Bonefang. For someone his size, it isn't rare for cats to look down on him and underestimate him. As a result, he thirsts for proper respect--of course, fear would also do. However, despite this boss-like attitude, Bonefang would prefer keeping to himself. His disapproval of there being a clan also sits badly with him because if he wasn't the leader, he would have to follow another cat's orders.
Kin|
Iceclaw - mother - dead
Dullpelt - father - dead
Boulderpaw - brother - dead
History| Bonekit was born in a litter of two kits in the middle of a light season. He was given the prefix 'Bone' due to his stark white pelt. He was the runt of the pair--that much could be seen from the size difference between him and his average-sized brother. The kits' mother, Iceclaw, had died during the kitting, so none of them ever knew her. Dullpelt obviously mourned his mate's passing, but his sadness turned to determination to make their sons the best in the enclosure. Unfortunately, Dullpelt paid more attention to Boulderkit than Bonekit because he thought the bigger cat would have more potential.
As a result, Boulderkit would often rub his superiority in his littermate's face; often times, this was through verbal abuse, sometimes physical violence, showing off, and treating Bonekit with immense disdain. Both of them were trained by their father even though it was clear he favored Boulderpaw. Bonepaw was forced to either catch on on the first try or just correct himself based on observations of other cats--more often than not, Dullpelt didn't really care whether Bonepaw got it or not, and would lose interest in him when he messed up. For Boulderpaw it was different, since their mentor would cater to his every question, and make sure he got everything perfect. And so, Bonepaw was often neglected while he watched his brother be showered with praise.
When the dark season came along, and with it freezing temperatures, Dullpelt lost his life to sickness. With Boulderpaw and Bonepaw left on their own at 8-moons, it was no wonder that Boulderpaw proclaimed himself the leader of their nonexistent group, i.e. the brothers. Arrogant and proud, Boulderpaw decided that they were strong enough to claim a piece of land for their own. Bonepaw, seeing the ludicrousness of this notion, took no part in his brother's bid for territory. They were barely kits, for goodness sake! It was during Boulderpaw's attempt to stake a claim that he was easily defeated. By refusing to give up--and not having an iota of self preservation instincts--the other cat was forced to seriously wound the young cat. Boulderpaw then shortly died of these wounds. One would think that Bonepaw would have grieved the death of his littermate, and regret not helping, but he didn't. After suffering endless torment from his brother(all those shows of superiority), it was actually quite a relief to be rid of him. At that point, Bonepaw gave himself the name Bonefang and has been roaming around on his own since then.
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