Post by tenacious on Nov 21, 2009 16:53:53 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Crowtail
Name Explanation: Crow is for his pelt (black) and tail stands for his agility.
Gender: Tom
Age: 60 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Small and thin
Fur: A dark black
Eyes: Yellow
Markings: On his chest he has a few white hairs but, other then that, nothing.
Overall: Never underestimate a cat because they are small. This small, thin cat would be the first to tell you that. By appearance alone, one would probably consider him weak; in a sense, Crowtail is. He lacks brute strength, but is quite agile. Therefore, the way he fights tends to depend more on defense. He will block and block and block. Annoying in a sense. Crowtail’s fur is short and coarse; he tries to keep it clean and manages well, since his fur isn’t long and doesn’t seem to pick up a large amount of burrs.
The small cat has a neatly shaped head with slanted eyes that are yellow as the sun. Crowtail has a few white hairs on his chest, but other then that is a “simple” black cat.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Consistent and fair with his Clan, resourceful, courageous.
Flaws: Sometimes he can be hypocritical and close-minded; judgmental and quick to temper.
Fears: Adders, of course, and water.
Quirks: Often looks at the sky to check the position of the sun/moon and he will only drink from a source of water if it is not fast flowing.
Ideals: Loyalty, above all, and a cat who sticks to their opinions.
Overall: Crowtail is slightly contradicting; I can’t tell you why. He was born that way and the true reason is a simple mystery. Generally, to his Clan, Crowtail is consistent and fair. He does not favor, unless it is between a cat within his Clan and outside. Then all of this fades and hypocrisy comes into play- he is extremely loyal to ThunderClan and, even if he witnessed a murder, would probably protect the murderer if they were in his Clan.
He’s a resourceful creature, though, who often uses his surroundings to his advantage. He’s also courageous- some may take this as hot-headed, which he is, but do not confuse the two. Courage and temperamental are two very different things; his temper will flare, even if he is wrong, while courage only flares when he is sure he is right.
At first glance, cats within the Clan may seem an older warrior who is willing to help out, but who is also a little opinionated and judgmental at times. Those outside of his Clan will encounter a prickly creature who does not wish to speak with them unless it is to insult them.
HISTORY
Family: All of them are deceased…Mother: Nightpelt. Father: Greyheart.
History: There is really nothing amazing about Crowtail’s history. His parents, Nightplet and Greyheart, were young cats when he was born, at two years of age. The litter Crowtail was in was the first for Nightpelt and she made many mistakes; one cost the life of two of her kittens. She left them, unattended one night while out in the woods, to get a drink of water. An owl swooped down from overhead and flew off with two. Crowtail, only then a kit who was afraid of the large beast that stole his siblings, ran for protection, but instead fell into the river. This is where his fear of water developed, for he could not swim. Perhaps he would’ve died. No cat knows as Nightpelt was nearby and plucked him from the river.
Crowtail was a hot-headed apprentice with more courage then necessary, but soon he began to develop other traits, leading to a somewhat level cat, depending on what you think is level.
RP SAMPLE
Gentle whispering of the wind seemed to softly brush against tree leaves; they weaved in and out of a small cat’s pelt. He lifted his head, breathing deeply so that his nostrils flared slightly. Water lapped against a rocky shore; he was not close, but near enough so that he could hear it and smell it. A shiver rolled down the male’s spine as he slowly edged back into a piece of vegetation; it was comfort to the tom. Something familiar and warm, much like his mother had once been. Crowtail blinked his sun yellow eyes slowly; they penetrated the light twilight gloom. Oh, how he loved twilight, the time before night fell completely upon the forest and all was obscured in the darkness.
Crowtail had often tried to figure out why exactly he loved twilight, but the reason hadn’t come, and so he simply left it at that. Sometimes, he had learned, there was no reason for things and, sometimes, there were reasons you just didn’t want to know. The owl had to eat, my son, like you and me…that is why they are gone…
The black tom violently shook his head from side to side, making the branches shake, and they issued a strange rattling sound. No! He didn’t want to think about that. He had come out here to relax, to reflect on his opinions; on life…he had not come to reflect on the death of his two siblings. Now, they were merely shapes in his mind, so why did their death keep popping up? A light sigh slipped into the air as Crowtail stood and slowly padded off, his tail tip twitching ever so slightly. The ThunderClan warrior paused beneath a great oak tree and he looked up at the twisting branches, at the leaves that created a canopy overhead. A sudden urge to reach this canopy, this shield, overcame Crowtail and he leapt up. His claws sank into the bark so that he did not fall pathetically back to the earth, but instead held on and then slowly began to climb.
After a few minutes, Crowtail stopped, and rested on a large branch, trapped in a thought that contained the screech of an owl and cries of pain…
