Post by Thistle on Jan 24, 2009 22:33:04 GMT -5
Roleplayer| Skyriver
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Name| Slatefoot
Gender| Tom
Physical Description| Slatefoot is larger than the average tom, with a long tail. He has broad shoulders and his fur is a dark, blue-gray color. His eyes are a mixture of light amber and pale green. His strong build is good for fighting, but his big paws tend to make him a bit slow.
Views| The proud, spiteful tom hates the idea of a clan. If anyone dared to order him around, they would probably get their ears clawed off. The story of the leader and deputy abandoning the clan and his own solitary nature made him think that no cat could be trusted, and that all of them were unfriendly and mean. If one tried to act nice to him, he would probably think that they were trying to earn his trust before betraying him in some sort of way, such as stealing his food.
Kin| Mother- Silverfur
Father- Rainheart
Sister- Whitetail
History| Slatefoot got his prefix for his dark, blue-gray fur, and 'foot' because of his large paws.
Slatefoot was born in a litter of three on a cold night. He never really knew his father, though Silverfur, his mother, said that he had visited them when they were born and had died during a flood. He had pulled Slatefoot up toward a ledge and Silverfur carried his sister. Rainheart went back down to fetch his brother, but the flood had already reached the place where the mewling bundle lay and had consumed the kit in water. Rainheart had scrambled back toward the ledge but the strong water pulled him away and he drowned.
Silverfur raised her two remaining kits with kindness, telling them stories about how brave and strong their father was. When they became apprentices, she trained them both. They became warriors after they proved themselves to be worthy of that title; Slatefoot and Whitetail fought of a much larger cat when he tried to steal their prey.
Silverfur, a few days after the warrior ceremony, caught a plump rat and was about to take it back to her kits, but a couple of battle-scarred and thin cats attacked her and stole it. She managed to drag herself back to them, but died from the wounds. She had lost too much blood.
Slatefoot began to harden from grief and more than once he spat, hissed, and almost clawed at his confused sister without much reason at all.
After that Slatefoot left, angry at the cats who had killed his mother and trying to seek out revenge. He never saw his sister again, but he didn't care much about that.
The only thing that he wanted was his mother.
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Name| Slatefoot
Gender| Tom
Physical Description| Slatefoot is larger than the average tom, with a long tail. He has broad shoulders and his fur is a dark, blue-gray color. His eyes are a mixture of light amber and pale green. His strong build is good for fighting, but his big paws tend to make him a bit slow.
Views| The proud, spiteful tom hates the idea of a clan. If anyone dared to order him around, they would probably get their ears clawed off. The story of the leader and deputy abandoning the clan and his own solitary nature made him think that no cat could be trusted, and that all of them were unfriendly and mean. If one tried to act nice to him, he would probably think that they were trying to earn his trust before betraying him in some sort of way, such as stealing his food.
Kin| Mother- Silverfur
Father- Rainheart
Sister- Whitetail
History| Slatefoot got his prefix for his dark, blue-gray fur, and 'foot' because of his large paws.
Slatefoot was born in a litter of three on a cold night. He never really knew his father, though Silverfur, his mother, said that he had visited them when they were born and had died during a flood. He had pulled Slatefoot up toward a ledge and Silverfur carried his sister. Rainheart went back down to fetch his brother, but the flood had already reached the place where the mewling bundle lay and had consumed the kit in water. Rainheart had scrambled back toward the ledge but the strong water pulled him away and he drowned.
Silverfur raised her two remaining kits with kindness, telling them stories about how brave and strong their father was. When they became apprentices, she trained them both. They became warriors after they proved themselves to be worthy of that title; Slatefoot and Whitetail fought of a much larger cat when he tried to steal their prey.
Silverfur, a few days after the warrior ceremony, caught a plump rat and was about to take it back to her kits, but a couple of battle-scarred and thin cats attacked her and stole it. She managed to drag herself back to them, but died from the wounds. She had lost too much blood.
Slatefoot began to harden from grief and more than once he spat, hissed, and almost clawed at his confused sister without much reason at all.
After that Slatefoot left, angry at the cats who had killed his mother and trying to seek out revenge. He never saw his sister again, but he didn't care much about that.
The only thing that he wanted was his mother.
