Post by eternity on Jun 23, 2009 16:17:06 GMT -8
Name: Tideshatter
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: Thirty moons
Gender: Male
Position: Warrior
Description:
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: Thirty moons
Gender: Male
Position: Warrior
Description:
He's a handsome fellow, doubtless of anything, he is handsome. Long, lean legs support that muscular-yet-slender body frame, graceful as a she-cat with his almost feminine way of slinking about, his gaits are smooth and fluid, and he runs daily, along the rocky shores lining his home terra, for excersize, or for fun? It's hard to tell, but it certainly does keep this tom looking healthy and fit. It's color is striking as well, not brown tabby, nor golden, but a happy medium between the two, a beautiful, rich shade of tawny, with a faint dusting of mocha and pale stripes as well. His throat and chest are a bit more pale, as are his forepaws, and his toes of each foot are a frosty white.Attitude:
It's the she-cats that trip him up the most, though tideshatter could almost be qualified as a deputy for his calm and intelligent ways, as soon as a female cat besides his sister attempts to talk to him, he freezes. Then, after he gets over that embarrassing moment, he's hit in the face with another like a brick wall. Suddenly, he may spit an accidental compliment 'wow yoru eyes look pretty today' well, that's certainly not good, so, to cover up this misstep, or perhaps he didn't take it at all, he'll begin to fumble over his words, try and think of soemthing to say, relize how terribly he's screwed up, and find an excuse to do something else, and then, for the following several days, regret that dreadful conversation. Now this is not exactly how they all fall out, but this is the most often pattern. When around other clans, Tideshatter is actually pretty friendly, he stays this way unless, of course, hostile words or accusations are thrown, it's doubtless that he will be the first to unshealth his claws and stand up to the challenge, though he wouldn't dare undermine his betters under any circumstances.History:
{Once he is friends with a she-cat, he doesn't get nervous anymore}
He was born to a scruffy, friendly, cheerful tom named Dustysplash, by a beautiful, equally friendly and popular queen called Turtlestripe, both were loving parents, birthing a litter amounting to two kits, both healthy and well. One, named Shellkit, the she-cat, and the other named Tidekit, the male. As each grew older, they grew closer together, and soon, it was difficult to pry the mischievious duo away from each other even for training, and oh did they get themselves in trouble! Shellpaw, ever the fiesty leader, was also the adorable, innosent-looking one, which meant that Tidepaw got the brunt of the punishment for their tricks and adventures, but he didn't mind, because he loved his sister immensely and also loved the trouble they caused, so as soon as he was let off 'probation', they were at it again, using up the schemes that Shellpaw made while he was taking punishment. They were happy moons, and the pair still reminisce about the chaos they occasionally caused. When they became warriors, the two drifted apart, but not by much, and still they are close and good friends with each other.RP Example:
[/size][/blockquote]Password: PurpleThe cold, star filled pool had its water lapping at Inkpaw's {HA!} paws, she looked to her mentor, Swiftheart, for guidance. Just as she was about to ask her what to do, she noticed that she had fallen asleep. Frowning, she sat down and stared at the pool.
"What am I supposed to do?" she asked, not even to anyone, to herself. The young apprentice put her head on her paws, and then slowly let her head drop. When it did, the freezing water of the moonpool sent shock waves through her body, and she found herself getting drowsy.
When she opened her eyes, she noticed that she was no longer in the cave, but in a large field. Looking around, she decided to get up, but as she was Inkpaw noticed other warriors heading toward her, prey in their jaws. Her ears against her head, she waited for them to pass. Then she recognized the starry pelt of the past leader, "Papa!" she exclaimed, grinning widely. Her father dropped his prey, and turned to her. He bent down, and touched her nose.
Now is not the time little one, wake up
Inkpaw woke up with a start, and looked around. What had just happened? Where was Redstar? Pondering for a few moments as the other medicine cats were still sleeping, she realized that she was in the fields of StarClan. Amazed, she looked at the starry pool. "Are you watching me now, papa?"
