Post by selm on Aug 23, 2010 10:30:04 GMT -5
Role Player |
Selm
Name |
Boulderfoot
Gender |
Tom
Physical Description |
Boulderfoot is a plain gray tom with a darker gray nose and light green eyes.
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Boulderfoot strongly believes that a Clan should form. "Without laws, there is no order, and without order, there is chaos," his father had said. With no rules and no leader to enforce them, he believes the cats are doomed to a life of misery. Though if a Clan were to form, and someone offered the position of leader, he would gladly snatch it up without question. He'd like to make his father proud, and prove to him that he isn't the weakling he thinks his father believes him to be.
Kin |
Mother: Whitefoot-- unknown
Father: Stormclaw-- deceased
Brother: Lividwhisker-- role-played
History |
Boulderfoot was born in the late light season, named Boulderkit for his pelt color and his size. Their mother, Whitefoot, had always favored Lividwhisker over him. This upset him greatly, though there wasn't anyone he felt comfortable talking about it with. His father didn't like idle conversation such as that. He was jealous of his brother, and upset with his mother. He believed he had no other choice than to keep all his thoughts and feelings bottled up inside.
The next dark season Boulderkit became Stormclaw's apprentice, and Lividkit Whitefoot's. Stormclaw taught Boulderpaw all the basics; the best hunting and battle techniques, the easiest prey to take down, where to find water when you needed it. He hunted until his paws were numb, and fought until his fur fell off. He did it all without a single complaint.
After so many days spent practicing and practicing, Lividpaw became a warrior knowing barely half as much as Boulderpaw did about battle. Boulderpaw was outraged. "I'm proud of you," Stormclaw had said to Lividwhisker. For what?! Boulderpaw thought to himself. What does he have that I don't?!
Later that day, when Boulderpaw was congratulating Lividwhisker on behalf of his becoming a warrior(he'd been too busy training the rest of the day to talk), they stumbled across a rather loud conversation their parents were having about how to raise the kits properly. Poor little Lividwhisker, scared to death to hear his mother so angry, ran away like a little newborn kit. Boulderpaw remained put.
"Lividwhisker is not yet ready to become a warrior," Stormclaw said through clenched fangs. "Boulderpaw is far more worthy of that title."
"He's my apprentice, Stormclaw," his mother retorted. "I decide when he's ready. Not you. And if Boulderpaw's so worthy, why isn't he a warrior yet?"
Stormclaw's eyes narrowed. "Why indeed?"
When Boulderpaw awoke the next day, Whitefoot was missing. His father appeared extremely worried, and skipped Boulderpaw's training to spend the day searching for her. They refused to check the boneyard, though. They did not want to face the reality that Whitefoot might actually be gone for good. They searched the enclosure for days and days, but found nothing that hinted to where Whitefoot could have gone.
They did, however, stumble upon a nasty rat once. Stormclaw had told Boulderpaw to wait a safe distance from the rat while he and Lividwhisker killed it. He thinks I'm weak, Boulderpaw had assumed. I'll show HIM who the weak ones are!
He fought like a fierce warrior, though his attacks didn't seem to have much effect on the rat. In fact, the rat completely ignored both Lividwhisker and himself, and instead attacked their father furiously. His wounds were so bad, he ended up dying, though he gave Boulderpaw his warrior name before he did.
Boulderfoot isn't quite sure why Stormclaw gave him the name he did. He also has no idea whatever did happen to his mother. She's dead, he often told himself. That's the only possibility. We just haven't discovered her body yet. That is the /only/ possibility.
...isn't it?
Picture |
Selm
Name |
Boulderfoot
Gender |
Tom
Physical Description |
Boulderfoot is a plain gray tom with a darker gray nose and light green eyes.
Views |
Boulderfoot strongly believes that a Clan should form. "Without laws, there is no order, and without order, there is chaos," his father had said. With no rules and no leader to enforce them, he believes the cats are doomed to a life of misery. Though if a Clan were to form, and someone offered the position of leader, he would gladly snatch it up without question. He'd like to make his father proud, and prove to him that he isn't the weakling he thinks his father believes him to be.
Kin |
Mother: Whitefoot-- unknown
Father: Stormclaw-- deceased
Brother: Lividwhisker-- role-played
History |
Boulderfoot was born in the late light season, named Boulderkit for his pelt color and his size. Their mother, Whitefoot, had always favored Lividwhisker over him. This upset him greatly, though there wasn't anyone he felt comfortable talking about it with. His father didn't like idle conversation such as that. He was jealous of his brother, and upset with his mother. He believed he had no other choice than to keep all his thoughts and feelings bottled up inside.
The next dark season Boulderkit became Stormclaw's apprentice, and Lividkit Whitefoot's. Stormclaw taught Boulderpaw all the basics; the best hunting and battle techniques, the easiest prey to take down, where to find water when you needed it. He hunted until his paws were numb, and fought until his fur fell off. He did it all without a single complaint.
After so many days spent practicing and practicing, Lividpaw became a warrior knowing barely half as much as Boulderpaw did about battle. Boulderpaw was outraged. "I'm proud of you," Stormclaw had said to Lividwhisker. For what?! Boulderpaw thought to himself. What does he have that I don't?!
Later that day, when Boulderpaw was congratulating Lividwhisker on behalf of his becoming a warrior(he'd been too busy training the rest of the day to talk), they stumbled across a rather loud conversation their parents were having about how to raise the kits properly. Poor little Lividwhisker, scared to death to hear his mother so angry, ran away like a little newborn kit. Boulderpaw remained put.
"Lividwhisker is not yet ready to become a warrior," Stormclaw said through clenched fangs. "Boulderpaw is far more worthy of that title."
"He's my apprentice, Stormclaw," his mother retorted. "I decide when he's ready. Not you. And if Boulderpaw's so worthy, why isn't he a warrior yet?"
Stormclaw's eyes narrowed. "Why indeed?"
When Boulderpaw awoke the next day, Whitefoot was missing. His father appeared extremely worried, and skipped Boulderpaw's training to spend the day searching for her. They refused to check the boneyard, though. They did not want to face the reality that Whitefoot might actually be gone for good. They searched the enclosure for days and days, but found nothing that hinted to where Whitefoot could have gone.
They did, however, stumble upon a nasty rat once. Stormclaw had told Boulderpaw to wait a safe distance from the rat while he and Lividwhisker killed it. He thinks I'm weak, Boulderpaw had assumed. I'll show HIM who the weak ones are!
He fought like a fierce warrior, though his attacks didn't seem to have much effect on the rat. In fact, the rat completely ignored both Lividwhisker and himself, and instead attacked their father furiously. His wounds were so bad, he ended up dying, though he gave Boulderpaw his warrior name before he did.
Boulderfoot isn't quite sure why Stormclaw gave him the name he did. He also has no idea whatever did happen to his mother. She's dead, he often told himself. That's the only possibility. We just haven't discovered her body yet. That is the /only/ possibility.
...isn't it?
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