Post by D.ark on Nov 14, 2008 23:55:37 GMT -5
Name: Grassroot
Age: 60 moons
Clan: Thunder
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Description(Short): Pale yellow brown tabby tom with a twisted back foot.
Description(Complete): Grassroot is surprisingly thin compared to most Thunderclan warriors. He is a short-haired tabby. His pelt is pale yellow brown, with darker brown stripes running through it. He has fangs that are abnormally long, and one of them is chipped. A lightning bolt shaped scar zigzags it's way down the side of his left cheek. Another scar is on his left shoulder. His back leg is twisted and mangled into a terrible looking position. It pains Grassroot very much. He has a short stump for a tail. His eyes are a blazing shade of orange.
Personality: Grassroot has been described by others as short-tempered, violent, and extremely competitive. He finds himself on the recieving end of hostility about sixty percent of the time. He does not sympathize well at all and it is completelt obvious that he cares mostly for himself. If other cat's have problems he thinks he can find one of his own that is far worse. He is a loyal cat, however, and would die to protect his Clan. His dream is to become a powerful cat in the future, and this has born a bitter hatred for Darkdagger within him. Still, there is not a cat he hates more than Luckypaw, his apprentice. This is because Luckypaw is pretty much good to his name, he has had extremely goodluck. Grassroot is determined to make Luckypaw's life miserable, if it's the last thing he'll do.
History:
Introduction:
Grassroot actually wasn't born in Thunderclan. This has always been a thorn in his side. He does not know who his real parents were. Just that he was found cold and hungry in the middle of clan territory. His foster mother was a she-cat named Soaringdove.
Kithood:
Soaringdove had lost her entire litter of kits to greencough, so she jumped at the chance to take care of the helpless Grasskit. She raised him with as much love as she could manage, but Grasskit's bitterness began at a young age. He teased the younger kits and sometimes even attacked them. His time spent in the leader's den was more than any cat ever before. Soaringdove didn't know what to do, and neither did the leader. They couldn't throw a kit from camp, but it was obvious that all punishments were not working. Then Grasskit found a friend in a pretty young apprentice named Robinpaw.
Apprenticeship:
Grasspaw's mentor was a cat named Frolicflower. Frolicflower has sense passed away into oblivion, but she actually made an impression on Grasspaw. For the first time in the cat's life he wanted to be kind and sweet, mostly because he knew Robinpaw would hate him if he wasn't Grasspaw had a lot going for him. Robinpaw was falling for him.
Then his world turned to hell. He had been out on his own when a dog came on him. Grasspaw had been attacked and savagely wounded in his back leg. Every cat was sure he would never become a warrior. Robinpaw forgot him.
Determined to prove the cats wrong, Grasspaw worked through endless days of pain. His leg never straightened. He refused to give up, he worked hard and long until he could run nearly as fast as cats with normal legs. He refused to be shown up. Then came his time, when his mentor Frolicflower and Robinpaw, renamed Robinfeather, left camp with eachother and didn't return it was Grasspaw who found them, bleeding on the border. Rogue's had attacked them! Grasspaw fought for hours protecting his two friends who he didn't realize were already dead. He fought against three rogues and survived. When the leader found him, still battling with blood pouring down his face she let him become a warrior. It was the proudest and saddest day of Grasspaw's life.
Warriorhood:
Grassroot made no attempt to make new friends. His grieving heart only grew into a deep and bitter depression. His rage was channeled into his actions. Frolicflower's hard work of civilizing the tom was thrown away. Cat's began to avoid him as his hatred grew. As he watched Darkdagger grow from apprentice with a tortured past to a warrior he felt a sort of bonding with him. Then Darkdagger left, it broke his heart. When Darkdagger returned he was no longer the cat who shared a past of torture and pain. The tom was a happy cat who lived with a smile. He had adventures to tell, everybody loved him. As he heard more and more of Darkdagger's fortune the more he hated the cat. When Darkdagger became deputy Grassroot was outraged. He was an older, braver and smarter warrior. He had never left the clan. Why should a cat that could abandon them at any moment be deputy?
Then Luckykit was born. The cat had so much luck it wasn't even funny. When they thought his mother would die kitting Grassroot had felt slightly estatic. Another cat with no mother in the Clan! Then she lived, through sheer miracle. Luckykit and some other kits became lost in the wilderness. A hawk swooped down and picked Luckykit up, but there was not a scar on his back. It went on and on! No matter what happened it seemed to go into Luckykit's favor, and he hated him for it. When he became his mentor he saw it as a chance to destroy the cats life. He would destroy Luckypaw's luck until he was worse off than Grassroot himself.
RpExample:
Smallstar makes an appearance in this Small-sama.
"They've been gone too long." Smallpaw, the youngest Thunderclan apprentice was saying nervously. "What has happened to them?"
Nervousness clawed at Grasspaw's belly. Robinfeather and Frolicflower have been gone for too long. He thought. His green eyes flitted to the front of camp. Empty. Still empty. With a growl he stood up and left. He'd find them.
Every step was agony, but he could handle it. The pain never stopped, it just got to the point where you could bear it. He learned that a long time ago. Then he saw them, limp forms. He ran as fast as he could, his leg screaming in pain from the strain. "Robinfeather! Frolicflower!"
"Your too late to save them..." A cold voice said behind him. It felt as if that cold filled the air. He whirled around to see three rogues. They were all chuckling harshly. "Your too late to save yourself."
"Grasspaw." Robinfeather's choked whisper made him whip his head around, the she-cat was staring at him. Her soft brown eyes filled with fear. Not fear for death, Grasspaw realized, fear for him. "Grasspaw run, don't risk this. A cat with good legs couldn't..." She coughed, blood pouring like a waterfall from her mouth. Grasspaw turned.
"I won't let you die..." He growled.
"Grasspaw...please don't." Robinfeather meowed, her voice soft.
"I can't let you two die." He yowled, as he sprang forth he heard her soft whisper behind him.
"I love you Grasspaw." Joy filled him, made him forget his wounds. His claws came down on the rogues over and over. Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours. His entire body screamed with the want to quit, two of the rogues had left. Only one remained. He slashed down upon Grasspaw. Pain exploded in his head as the claws scoured down in a zigzagging pattern. Snarling Grasspaw sprang forward, his leg buckled beneath him and his war cry became a screech of pain. The rogue gripped him by his throat and flung him down. Air left Grasspaw's lungs.
"I will not give up!" Grasspaw yowled, as he jumped up he saw the deputy. Relief, sweet relief. The Thunderclan patrol had finally come. It took them seconds to drive away the last rogue, he wouldn't face an entire group of warriors. He turned, his eyes alight, "I told you-" His words fell silent. Pain collided into him, worse than his leg, worse than his wounds. Pain like a hole had been torn through his chest. It felt as if his heart was struggling to beat, Robinfeather and Frolicflower were dead. A keening wail split the air. Something inside Grasspaw curled up and died.
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(butternugget lmao)
Name: Luckypaw
Age: 7 moons
Clan: Thunder
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Tom
Description(Short): A black and white tom with golden eyes.
Description(Complete): Luckypaw is a very handsome cat. He is black and white, and he is a short hair. His body is long and muscular at the same time. This gives him the appearance thath he is taller. He is taller than most apprentices his age, but he's not big in bulk. His nose is a shade of pink, and his whiskers are long. His tail is long as well, and he has paws that are medium sized. His claws are long and hooked at the ends.
Personality: Luckypaw is usually a sweet natured cat. He's agreeable and easy to get along with. Most cats find themselves smiling or laughing around him. He can be serious and calm, but he can also be spontaneous and funny. He has a hard time hating cats. He is definitely a cat that looks on the brighter side of things. He tries his best to find the good in every cat. Despite this he is an incredibly powerful fighter. His long limbs make him a better hunter, however. The only cat he truly feels anything like hatred towards is Grassroot. For some unknown reason the cat is filled with a bitter hatred toward Luckypaw and he can't even figure out why.
History:
Introduction:
Luckypaw was the only kit to be born in a litter. His mother,Butternugget had terrible complications in her birth. Despite this she survived.
Kithood:
When Butternugget survived the birthing she was left incredibly weak. However when she came to she named her only son the name that best suited him. Luckykit. She loved him more than anything in the world, and he loved her in return. The two became incredibly close.
One day Luckykit followed a group of kits from camp. He had been telling them to return home and without meaning to he had wandered away from camp with them. Then a hawk came from nowhere. It swooped Luckykit up in it's claws. Luckykit surely would have been devoured, or killed from the fall he had taken. The hawk was buffeted from winds and for some unseen reason just let go of Luckykit. He plummeted below and landed on a springy patch of moss.
Then a badger broke into camp. He faced off against it and it's claws closed around him, yet again when the badger was chased away he appeared to be unharmed. Luckykit's life seemed to be filled with goodfortune. The kits in the nursery with him never got sick, and he himself wasn't ill either. His luck would have continued completely if he hadn't gotten Grassroot for a mentor.
Apprenticeship:
Luckypaw had been perfectly happy to get Grassroots. Sure he was a moody cat that seemed to hate everybody, but he had risked his life to save the bodies of his two closest friends. Luckypaw knew that a cat who cared that much about somebody had to be good deep down. Then the hostility started. Grassroot ran Luckypaw ragged, when he wasn't hunting he was practicing fighting. Also, accidents seemed to always happen. Luckypaw was always, well, lucky so he never got hurt but they were always terrible ones. He'd be told to get a mouse and a branch would fall on his head, he'd go into a hole under Grassroot's orders and find a den of hungry foxes. The more it happened the more Luckypaw wondered if he was being set up by Grassroot. But that couldn't be possible...could it?
Warriorhood:
*Hasn't happened yet*
RpExample:
Luckypaw looked at his mentor in disbelief. "You want me to go down there?"
"I'm your mentor, listen to what I say." Grassroot spat. Luckypaw's golden eyes flitted to the hole that yawned in front of him. Still, if his mentor said it was safe.
Slowly he padded forward, the darkness seemed to consume him. A gagging scent like that of crowfood and freshkill mixed together deep with. He choked and then he heard it, a snarl. Whirling he barely saw the flash of teeth. The feel of wind as dagger sharp fangs snapped not a whisker from his face. He jumped back and hit the wall. "Fox!" He yowled, wishing he had kept silent as it's head swiveled. He could see the glowing eyes in the dark. SNAP! SNAP! Luckypaw ducked, moved to the left. The fangs closed close to his head each time. "I'll never get out of this alive!" He said, his heart beating. Then a rumbling sound came. The fox yelped as the den caved in on it's head. It didn't touch him at all. The way was clear! Luckypaw jumped from the rubble and darted through the whole. "Run! Run! It's a fox!" He expected Grassroot to be up watching for him and he realized with a start that the tom was gone. He must have gone to get help. Luckypaw thought, But why would he leave his apprentice alone in a foxes den?
Age: 60 moons
Clan: Thunder
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Description(Short): Pale yellow brown tabby tom with a twisted back foot.
Description(Complete): Grassroot is surprisingly thin compared to most Thunderclan warriors. He is a short-haired tabby. His pelt is pale yellow brown, with darker brown stripes running through it. He has fangs that are abnormally long, and one of them is chipped. A lightning bolt shaped scar zigzags it's way down the side of his left cheek. Another scar is on his left shoulder. His back leg is twisted and mangled into a terrible looking position. It pains Grassroot very much. He has a short stump for a tail. His eyes are a blazing shade of orange.
Personality: Grassroot has been described by others as short-tempered, violent, and extremely competitive. He finds himself on the recieving end of hostility about sixty percent of the time. He does not sympathize well at all and it is completelt obvious that he cares mostly for himself. If other cat's have problems he thinks he can find one of his own that is far worse. He is a loyal cat, however, and would die to protect his Clan. His dream is to become a powerful cat in the future, and this has born a bitter hatred for Darkdagger within him. Still, there is not a cat he hates more than Luckypaw, his apprentice. This is because Luckypaw is pretty much good to his name, he has had extremely goodluck. Grassroot is determined to make Luckypaw's life miserable, if it's the last thing he'll do.
History:
Introduction:
Grassroot actually wasn't born in Thunderclan. This has always been a thorn in his side. He does not know who his real parents were. Just that he was found cold and hungry in the middle of clan territory. His foster mother was a she-cat named Soaringdove.
Kithood:
Soaringdove had lost her entire litter of kits to greencough, so she jumped at the chance to take care of the helpless Grasskit. She raised him with as much love as she could manage, but Grasskit's bitterness began at a young age. He teased the younger kits and sometimes even attacked them. His time spent in the leader's den was more than any cat ever before. Soaringdove didn't know what to do, and neither did the leader. They couldn't throw a kit from camp, but it was obvious that all punishments were not working. Then Grasskit found a friend in a pretty young apprentice named Robinpaw.
Apprenticeship:
Grasspaw's mentor was a cat named Frolicflower. Frolicflower has sense passed away into oblivion, but she actually made an impression on Grasspaw. For the first time in the cat's life he wanted to be kind and sweet, mostly because he knew Robinpaw would hate him if he wasn't Grasspaw had a lot going for him. Robinpaw was falling for him.
Then his world turned to hell. He had been out on his own when a dog came on him. Grasspaw had been attacked and savagely wounded in his back leg. Every cat was sure he would never become a warrior. Robinpaw forgot him.
Determined to prove the cats wrong, Grasspaw worked through endless days of pain. His leg never straightened. He refused to give up, he worked hard and long until he could run nearly as fast as cats with normal legs. He refused to be shown up. Then came his time, when his mentor Frolicflower and Robinpaw, renamed Robinfeather, left camp with eachother and didn't return it was Grasspaw who found them, bleeding on the border. Rogue's had attacked them! Grasspaw fought for hours protecting his two friends who he didn't realize were already dead. He fought against three rogues and survived. When the leader found him, still battling with blood pouring down his face she let him become a warrior. It was the proudest and saddest day of Grasspaw's life.
Warriorhood:
Grassroot made no attempt to make new friends. His grieving heart only grew into a deep and bitter depression. His rage was channeled into his actions. Frolicflower's hard work of civilizing the tom was thrown away. Cat's began to avoid him as his hatred grew. As he watched Darkdagger grow from apprentice with a tortured past to a warrior he felt a sort of bonding with him. Then Darkdagger left, it broke his heart. When Darkdagger returned he was no longer the cat who shared a past of torture and pain. The tom was a happy cat who lived with a smile. He had adventures to tell, everybody loved him. As he heard more and more of Darkdagger's fortune the more he hated the cat. When Darkdagger became deputy Grassroot was outraged. He was an older, braver and smarter warrior. He had never left the clan. Why should a cat that could abandon them at any moment be deputy?
Then Luckykit was born. The cat had so much luck it wasn't even funny. When they thought his mother would die kitting Grassroot had felt slightly estatic. Another cat with no mother in the Clan! Then she lived, through sheer miracle. Luckykit and some other kits became lost in the wilderness. A hawk swooped down and picked Luckykit up, but there was not a scar on his back. It went on and on! No matter what happened it seemed to go into Luckykit's favor, and he hated him for it. When he became his mentor he saw it as a chance to destroy the cats life. He would destroy Luckypaw's luck until he was worse off than Grassroot himself.
RpExample:
Smallstar makes an appearance in this Small-sama.
"They've been gone too long." Smallpaw, the youngest Thunderclan apprentice was saying nervously. "What has happened to them?"
Nervousness clawed at Grasspaw's belly. Robinfeather and Frolicflower have been gone for too long. He thought. His green eyes flitted to the front of camp. Empty. Still empty. With a growl he stood up and left. He'd find them.
Every step was agony, but he could handle it. The pain never stopped, it just got to the point where you could bear it. He learned that a long time ago. Then he saw them, limp forms. He ran as fast as he could, his leg screaming in pain from the strain. "Robinfeather! Frolicflower!"
"Your too late to save them..." A cold voice said behind him. It felt as if that cold filled the air. He whirled around to see three rogues. They were all chuckling harshly. "Your too late to save yourself."
"Grasspaw." Robinfeather's choked whisper made him whip his head around, the she-cat was staring at him. Her soft brown eyes filled with fear. Not fear for death, Grasspaw realized, fear for him. "Grasspaw run, don't risk this. A cat with good legs couldn't..." She coughed, blood pouring like a waterfall from her mouth. Grasspaw turned.
"I won't let you die..." He growled.
"Grasspaw...please don't." Robinfeather meowed, her voice soft.
"I can't let you two die." He yowled, as he sprang forth he heard her soft whisper behind him.
"I love you Grasspaw." Joy filled him, made him forget his wounds. His claws came down on the rogues over and over. Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours. His entire body screamed with the want to quit, two of the rogues had left. Only one remained. He slashed down upon Grasspaw. Pain exploded in his head as the claws scoured down in a zigzagging pattern. Snarling Grasspaw sprang forward, his leg buckled beneath him and his war cry became a screech of pain. The rogue gripped him by his throat and flung him down. Air left Grasspaw's lungs.
"I will not give up!" Grasspaw yowled, as he jumped up he saw the deputy. Relief, sweet relief. The Thunderclan patrol had finally come. It took them seconds to drive away the last rogue, he wouldn't face an entire group of warriors. He turned, his eyes alight, "I told you-" His words fell silent. Pain collided into him, worse than his leg, worse than his wounds. Pain like a hole had been torn through his chest. It felt as if his heart was struggling to beat, Robinfeather and Frolicflower were dead. A keening wail split the air. Something inside Grasspaw curled up and died.
*****************************************************************************
(butternugget lmao)
Name: Luckypaw
Age: 7 moons
Clan: Thunder
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Tom
Description(Short): A black and white tom with golden eyes.
Description(Complete): Luckypaw is a very handsome cat. He is black and white, and he is a short hair. His body is long and muscular at the same time. This gives him the appearance thath he is taller. He is taller than most apprentices his age, but he's not big in bulk. His nose is a shade of pink, and his whiskers are long. His tail is long as well, and he has paws that are medium sized. His claws are long and hooked at the ends.
Personality: Luckypaw is usually a sweet natured cat. He's agreeable and easy to get along with. Most cats find themselves smiling or laughing around him. He can be serious and calm, but he can also be spontaneous and funny. He has a hard time hating cats. He is definitely a cat that looks on the brighter side of things. He tries his best to find the good in every cat. Despite this he is an incredibly powerful fighter. His long limbs make him a better hunter, however. The only cat he truly feels anything like hatred towards is Grassroot. For some unknown reason the cat is filled with a bitter hatred toward Luckypaw and he can't even figure out why.
History:
Introduction:
Luckypaw was the only kit to be born in a litter. His mother,Butternugget had terrible complications in her birth. Despite this she survived.
Kithood:
When Butternugget survived the birthing she was left incredibly weak. However when she came to she named her only son the name that best suited him. Luckykit. She loved him more than anything in the world, and he loved her in return. The two became incredibly close.
One day Luckykit followed a group of kits from camp. He had been telling them to return home and without meaning to he had wandered away from camp with them. Then a hawk came from nowhere. It swooped Luckykit up in it's claws. Luckykit surely would have been devoured, or killed from the fall he had taken. The hawk was buffeted from winds and for some unseen reason just let go of Luckykit. He plummeted below and landed on a springy patch of moss.
Then a badger broke into camp. He faced off against it and it's claws closed around him, yet again when the badger was chased away he appeared to be unharmed. Luckykit's life seemed to be filled with goodfortune. The kits in the nursery with him never got sick, and he himself wasn't ill either. His luck would have continued completely if he hadn't gotten Grassroot for a mentor.
Apprenticeship:
Luckypaw had been perfectly happy to get Grassroots. Sure he was a moody cat that seemed to hate everybody, but he had risked his life to save the bodies of his two closest friends. Luckypaw knew that a cat who cared that much about somebody had to be good deep down. Then the hostility started. Grassroot ran Luckypaw ragged, when he wasn't hunting he was practicing fighting. Also, accidents seemed to always happen. Luckypaw was always, well, lucky so he never got hurt but they were always terrible ones. He'd be told to get a mouse and a branch would fall on his head, he'd go into a hole under Grassroot's orders and find a den of hungry foxes. The more it happened the more Luckypaw wondered if he was being set up by Grassroot. But that couldn't be possible...could it?
Warriorhood:
*Hasn't happened yet*
RpExample:
Luckypaw looked at his mentor in disbelief. "You want me to go down there?"
"I'm your mentor, listen to what I say." Grassroot spat. Luckypaw's golden eyes flitted to the hole that yawned in front of him. Still, if his mentor said it was safe.
Slowly he padded forward, the darkness seemed to consume him. A gagging scent like that of crowfood and freshkill mixed together deep with. He choked and then he heard it, a snarl. Whirling he barely saw the flash of teeth. The feel of wind as dagger sharp fangs snapped not a whisker from his face. He jumped back and hit the wall. "Fox!" He yowled, wishing he had kept silent as it's head swiveled. He could see the glowing eyes in the dark. SNAP! SNAP! Luckypaw ducked, moved to the left. The fangs closed close to his head each time. "I'll never get out of this alive!" He said, his heart beating. Then a rumbling sound came. The fox yelped as the den caved in on it's head. It didn't touch him at all. The way was clear! Luckypaw jumped from the rubble and darted through the whole. "Run! Run! It's a fox!" He expected Grassroot to be up watching for him and he realized with a start that the tom was gone. He must have gone to get help. Luckypaw thought, But why would he leave his apprentice alone in a foxes den?
