Post by ♥Blue♥ on Nov 14, 2008 15:06:47 GMT -5
Name: Serpentstrike
Gender: Male
Clan: Shadow
Age: 19 moons
Rank: Warrior
Description: Serpentstrike is a coal black tom. When he walks, it seems that his pelt turns a midnight blue. His eyes are a silvery-green mixture of colors. When he is angry, they seem to flash and swirl like an angry sea. His tail is scarred at the tip, forming a small ring of scarred skin. His ears are rounded at the edges, giving them the appearance of a lion's ears. His front two paws are larger than the back two paws, giving him a lopsided appearance when viewed from the side. His voice is masculine and deep and very smooth. His claws are shorter than most, but don't let that fool you. Serpentstrike's teeth are almost as sharp as his tongue!
Personality: Around his Clanmates, Serpentstrike is like a shadow. He goes about his duties without complaining and follows the warrior code. Nobody really seems to notice him until you practically run into him. He is quiet and speaks only when spoken to. Around other Clans, he is nervous and edgy. If his leader notices him enough to invite him to a Gathering, he will sit in the back, under the shadows, trying not to be noticed. His one weakness is kits. He often hangs around the nursery and plays with the kits, always gentle, never being too rough. He one day hopes to have kits of his own, but that seems far off. No female seems to notice him.
History: Serpentstrike was born to Gingerfur and Marshfoot. He was born during a new moon, which his superstitious mother took as a bad omen. He had two brothers and one sister. His brothers' names were Crowkit and Toadkit, while his sister's name was Berrykit. The young Serpentkit was different from the start. He didn't frolic and mew like his siblings, but often was seen sulking in the back of the nursery. Gingerfur took him as the bad omen, and tried to ignore him. Amazingly, it worked. Serpentkit went unnoticed through kit hood. During the apprentice ceremony, the leader forgot him and had to start over. Serpentpaw was assigned to Appleleaf, a new warrior herself. More often than not, Appleleaf forgot to train him for days on end. Because of this, Serpentpaw's warrior ceremony was delayed. When it finally happened, he faded into the warrior den completely unnoticed. He still goes forgotten these days too.
IC/ Roleplaying Example: Forgotten. Unnoticed. Invisible. Silent.These words ran through Serpentstrike's mind as he padded through the ShadowClan marshes. Each time he brought up a paw, the mud made a squelching noise. But even that went unnoticed among the creatures living there. The black tom crouched down, his eyes on a fat toad hopping nearby. When it was a tail-length away from him, Serpentstrike leaped forward and killed it. He buried his prey and continued onward.
Of course, nobody had invited him to hunt with them. When Hawkwing had been picking out warriors and apprentices to hunt, he got skipped right over, as if he wasn't there. The black tom had just dipped his head and headed out into the marsh himself. He hunted better alone anyways.
Serpentstrike's eyes narrowed against the chilling mist that had started to gather. He looked up. The sky was full of swollen grey clouds. Deciding to test his luck, Serpentstrike unburied the toad and started to head back to the camp. On his way back, it started to pour. By the time he had squeezed into the camp, he was drenched from head to paw. Serpentstrike dropped the toad in the fresh-kill pile and went into the warrior's den. Nobody offered to groom him. Nobody seemed to notice he had even arrived. Serpentstrike walked to his nest and started to lick the water off of himself. Unnoticed. Unimportant. Unwanted.
CodeWord: Polarbear!!!!
Gender: Male
Clan: Shadow
Age: 19 moons
Rank: Warrior
Description: Serpentstrike is a coal black tom. When he walks, it seems that his pelt turns a midnight blue. His eyes are a silvery-green mixture of colors. When he is angry, they seem to flash and swirl like an angry sea. His tail is scarred at the tip, forming a small ring of scarred skin. His ears are rounded at the edges, giving them the appearance of a lion's ears. His front two paws are larger than the back two paws, giving him a lopsided appearance when viewed from the side. His voice is masculine and deep and very smooth. His claws are shorter than most, but don't let that fool you. Serpentstrike's teeth are almost as sharp as his tongue!
Personality: Around his Clanmates, Serpentstrike is like a shadow. He goes about his duties without complaining and follows the warrior code. Nobody really seems to notice him until you practically run into him. He is quiet and speaks only when spoken to. Around other Clans, he is nervous and edgy. If his leader notices him enough to invite him to a Gathering, he will sit in the back, under the shadows, trying not to be noticed. His one weakness is kits. He often hangs around the nursery and plays with the kits, always gentle, never being too rough. He one day hopes to have kits of his own, but that seems far off. No female seems to notice him.
History: Serpentstrike was born to Gingerfur and Marshfoot. He was born during a new moon, which his superstitious mother took as a bad omen. He had two brothers and one sister. His brothers' names were Crowkit and Toadkit, while his sister's name was Berrykit. The young Serpentkit was different from the start. He didn't frolic and mew like his siblings, but often was seen sulking in the back of the nursery. Gingerfur took him as the bad omen, and tried to ignore him. Amazingly, it worked. Serpentkit went unnoticed through kit hood. During the apprentice ceremony, the leader forgot him and had to start over. Serpentpaw was assigned to Appleleaf, a new warrior herself. More often than not, Appleleaf forgot to train him for days on end. Because of this, Serpentpaw's warrior ceremony was delayed. When it finally happened, he faded into the warrior den completely unnoticed. He still goes forgotten these days too.
IC/ Roleplaying Example: Forgotten. Unnoticed. Invisible. Silent.These words ran through Serpentstrike's mind as he padded through the ShadowClan marshes. Each time he brought up a paw, the mud made a squelching noise. But even that went unnoticed among the creatures living there. The black tom crouched down, his eyes on a fat toad hopping nearby. When it was a tail-length away from him, Serpentstrike leaped forward and killed it. He buried his prey and continued onward.
Of course, nobody had invited him to hunt with them. When Hawkwing had been picking out warriors and apprentices to hunt, he got skipped right over, as if he wasn't there. The black tom had just dipped his head and headed out into the marsh himself. He hunted better alone anyways.
Serpentstrike's eyes narrowed against the chilling mist that had started to gather. He looked up. The sky was full of swollen grey clouds. Deciding to test his luck, Serpentstrike unburied the toad and started to head back to the camp. On his way back, it started to pour. By the time he had squeezed into the camp, he was drenched from head to paw. Serpentstrike dropped the toad in the fresh-kill pile and went into the warrior's den. Nobody offered to groom him. Nobody seemed to notice he had even arrived. Serpentstrike walked to his nest and started to lick the water off of himself. Unnoticed. Unimportant. Unwanted.
CodeWord: Polarbear!!!!
