Post by selm on Aug 23, 2010 8:18:41 GMT -5
Role Player |
Selm
Name |
Lividwhisker
Gender |
Tom
Physical Description |
Lividwhisker is a light gray mackerel tabby with dark stripes and yellow-green eyes. Three of his paws are white, while his front right paw is not. He has claw marks on the tip of his left ear.
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Lividwhisker isn't entirely certain whether or not a Clan should form. While he is accustomed to being governed by strict rules and being told how to act and think, he fears that the selected Leader might abuse his/her power in some way. He has trouble weighing the pros and cons that come with a Clan, so he tries not to form a solid opinion on the subject. However, he's slightly afraid of change, so he'd be most comfortable if things just stayed the way they were as of the present.
He's also created his own personal "StarClan", if you will; a group of deceased cats he had a special connection with in one way or another during his lifetime. They visit him in his dreams from time to time, though the words they speak are usually vague and mysterious. He's not sure if the dreams are actually significant, or if he's just insane.
Kin |
Mother: Whitefoot-- unknown
Father: Stormclaw-- deceased
Brother: Boulderfoot-- role-played
History | (I think I accidentally wrote a book. ^^;
Lividwhisker was born late in the light season, named Lividkit for his pale gray pelt. His father, Stormclaw, was extremely controlling. He strongly believed a Clan needed to be formed, and also believed he was the best cat to take on the role of leader. He taught his kits to think the same way he did, and that any other set of beliefs were ridiculous. His brother, Boulderkit, looked up to their father and took in everything he said without question. Lividkit, however, was more open to other possibilities.
Late in the next dark season, Stormclaw took on Boulderkit as his apprentice, and Whitefoot took on Lividkit as hers. Whitefoot taught her son that there was no right or wrong way to act or think; that all life and all beliefs should be respected, and completely understood before judged. "It is often wise to keep your wit sharper than your claws," Whitefoot had said. "Words are far more powerful than your fangs."
Lividpaw and Boulderpaw never did have a very close relationship. They didn't talk much to one another, though they weren't exactly unfriendly. Because one was raised so differently from the other one, any conversation they tried to start ended up becoming awkward and confusing. They grew farther and farther apart each day.
Lividpaw was given his warrior name many days before Boulderpaw was given his. He was named Lividwhisker for his sensitivity and open-mindedness to new things. "I'm proud of you," Stormclaw had said. Lividwhisker was overjoyed at this; Stormclaw had always favored Boulderfoot over himself.
Later that day, Lividwhisker and Boulderpaw stumbled onto a vicious argument their parents were having on how to raise their kits. Lividwhisker was frightened, to say the least, to hear his mother's gentle voice filled with so much rage. He didn't stay to hear them finish the argument, but it still haunted his dreams.
Lividwhisker awoke the day after to discover Whitefoot was missing. The family spent days searching for her, leaving no corner of the enclosure unchecked; except the boneyard, that is. No one wanted to stumble upon the corpse of their beloved Whitefoot. At one point, they ran into a rat, giving them a fight they would never forget.
Stormclaw told Boulderpaw to wait while he and Lividwhisker finished the rat off, in fear of his safety. Boulderpaw refused to stand there and watch his family get murdered before his eyes. The rat paid little attention to either of the kits, however, he did scratch up Lividwhisker's ear quite a bit.
Stormclaw died as a result of his many injuries. With his dying breath, he gave Boulderpaw the warrior name of Boulderfoot, though for what reason, he didn't say. To this day, no one has a clue where Cloudfoot is. Boulderfoot thinks that she died and they just haven't found her body yet. Lividwhisker, however, is always open to new possibilities...
Picture |
Selm
Name |
Lividwhisker
Gender |
Tom
Physical Description |
Lividwhisker is a light gray mackerel tabby with dark stripes and yellow-green eyes. Three of his paws are white, while his front right paw is not. He has claw marks on the tip of his left ear.
Views |
Lividwhisker isn't entirely certain whether or not a Clan should form. While he is accustomed to being governed by strict rules and being told how to act and think, he fears that the selected Leader might abuse his/her power in some way. He has trouble weighing the pros and cons that come with a Clan, so he tries not to form a solid opinion on the subject. However, he's slightly afraid of change, so he'd be most comfortable if things just stayed the way they were as of the present.
He's also created his own personal "StarClan", if you will; a group of deceased cats he had a special connection with in one way or another during his lifetime. They visit him in his dreams from time to time, though the words they speak are usually vague and mysterious. He's not sure if the dreams are actually significant, or if he's just insane.
Kin |
Mother: Whitefoot-- unknown
Father: Stormclaw-- deceased
Brother: Boulderfoot-- role-played
History | (I think I accidentally wrote a book. ^^;
Lividwhisker was born late in the light season, named Lividkit for his pale gray pelt. His father, Stormclaw, was extremely controlling. He strongly believed a Clan needed to be formed, and also believed he was the best cat to take on the role of leader. He taught his kits to think the same way he did, and that any other set of beliefs were ridiculous. His brother, Boulderkit, looked up to their father and took in everything he said without question. Lividkit, however, was more open to other possibilities.
Late in the next dark season, Stormclaw took on Boulderkit as his apprentice, and Whitefoot took on Lividkit as hers. Whitefoot taught her son that there was no right or wrong way to act or think; that all life and all beliefs should be respected, and completely understood before judged. "It is often wise to keep your wit sharper than your claws," Whitefoot had said. "Words are far more powerful than your fangs."
Lividpaw and Boulderpaw never did have a very close relationship. They didn't talk much to one another, though they weren't exactly unfriendly. Because one was raised so differently from the other one, any conversation they tried to start ended up becoming awkward and confusing. They grew farther and farther apart each day.
Lividpaw was given his warrior name many days before Boulderpaw was given his. He was named Lividwhisker for his sensitivity and open-mindedness to new things. "I'm proud of you," Stormclaw had said. Lividwhisker was overjoyed at this; Stormclaw had always favored Boulderfoot over himself.
Later that day, Lividwhisker and Boulderpaw stumbled onto a vicious argument their parents were having on how to raise their kits. Lividwhisker was frightened, to say the least, to hear his mother's gentle voice filled with so much rage. He didn't stay to hear them finish the argument, but it still haunted his dreams.
Lividwhisker awoke the day after to discover Whitefoot was missing. The family spent days searching for her, leaving no corner of the enclosure unchecked; except the boneyard, that is. No one wanted to stumble upon the corpse of their beloved Whitefoot. At one point, they ran into a rat, giving them a fight they would never forget.
Stormclaw told Boulderpaw to wait while he and Lividwhisker finished the rat off, in fear of his safety. Boulderpaw refused to stand there and watch his family get murdered before his eyes. The rat paid little attention to either of the kits, however, he did scratch up Lividwhisker's ear quite a bit.
Stormclaw died as a result of his many injuries. With his dying breath, he gave Boulderpaw the warrior name of Boulderfoot, though for what reason, he didn't say. To this day, no one has a clue where Cloudfoot is. Boulderfoot thinks that she died and they just haven't found her body yet. Lividwhisker, however, is always open to new possibilities...
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