Post by Eden on Feb 17, 2013 23:07:12 GMT -5
Name: Eagleflight
Age: 58 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Desired Rank: Leader
Appearance:
Age: 58 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Desired Rank: Leader
Appearance:
Personality:
body ➳ Tall and a well-built example of Windclan's commonly structured moor cats, this handsome tom is fast on his feet. The Egyptian Mau has strikingly long legs, a strong reminder of his deep and "pure" Windclan and breed roots. However, what he gains most in, he lacks poorly in another. While Eagleflight is a fast runner, his body strength is not a notable feature of his. Light and agile, Eaglelfight has fairly small paws for a tom and a thin body. To further prove his clan blood, Eagleflight sports a very long tail that helps him maneuver easily when running. This trait also allows him to climb trees easier. Eagleflight has a small triangular head with a set of larger ears to match.
Some would go as far to say he had Skyclan blood within him but Eagleflight refuses to believe such rumors as he has tremendous pride in his clan, Windclan.
In all, Weaselclaw is tall and lanky, and resembles a wild-cat, carrying his breed's dog-like personality and features.
pelt ➳ Eagleflight sports a thin but smooth pelt smothered in a rich red soil undercoat. You'd think he had just slid into a pile of Terra Rossa because of it's deep color. The top-half of his body is shadowed by an ashy cloud of grays splashed with distinctive dark spots, a pride to his breed standard. Along his legs, tail, and face are thick are where the spots transform into thick, black stripes.
His vibrantly-colored green eyes resemble the leaves off of a bush, and are often mistaken as such when peeking from a bush. Some find them full of young curiosity and wisdom. They are almost always watching and observing, ensuring his clan stay out of danger and harm's way.
History:Eagleflight is clever.
He appreciates a good challenge and proving he is as sly as a fox, notably when battling. A quick move there, a quick move here, anything to confused his enemy. Eagleflight achieved his cleverness from his father, Quickfoot. Mentally, he'll come up with a plan that will have you tripping over your own paws.
Eagleflight is straightforward.
Unfortunately, while he is a kind cat, he finds value in the truth. The whole truth. Eagleflight finds it to be more troublesome to keep part of the truth when all should be told. Regardless, this is helpful when training as he'll give what he thinks and positively.
Eagleflight is charming.
This tom is a bit of a... lady's man in one way or another. He dreams of the day a she-cat will tame his flirtatious ways and start a family with him. However, while he is single, his charm goes without a reign.
Eagleflight is trustworthy.
Although a normally straightforward cat, he can keep an important secret and dubbed a trustworthy cat. If you ask him to meet you somewhere, he'll do his greatest to be there. Tell him to keep an important promise, he'll sew his mouth shut.
Eagleflight is courteous and respectful.
There is nothing this cat appreciates more than respect, and he knows the only way to achieve it is to return it. Even if you are from an enemy clan, Eagleflight still does his best to hold back offensive comments that others might say. He is just as well courteous.
Relatives:kit ➳ As a young one, Eaglekit always stuck close to his mother's pelt. Not by choice, but by force. His mother, Sweetsong, was a loving but very clingy mother. His father mating with another she-cat of the clan left a blow that hurt her inside. With that, Sweetsong kept her kits close, cherishing every moment of them. Eaglekit had a sister, Smallkit, whom he loved greatly. Because of their mother's restrictions, they only had each other to play with and so they grew close. Sweetsong would constantly murmur into their ears how strong and beautiful they were, which most would become quickly annoyed by.
Their father, Quickfoot, eventually visited them and convinced their mother to allow them freedom and a chance to experience life as a kit. Not wanting to disappoint her old mate, Sweetsong hastily agreed without thought. Much to their excitement, the two kits finally got to see the camp almost through-and-through.
apprentice ➳ "From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Eaglepaw" After many baths from their all-too-loving mother, Eaglekit and Smallkit were finally able to attend their own apprentice ceremony. Now Eagleplaw, the young tom puffed his chest out and took a glance at his father, a cat who's appraisal he took pride in.
As an apprentice, Eaglepaw got the air he finally sought after. The slim tom never experienced this freedom before as a kit and took full reign of it. He even sometimes looked forward to pulling ticks from the elder's old, dusty pelts. Still cherishing the bond he had with his sister Smallpaw, he slept close and trained often with her.
Eaglepaw was noticed often by his leader and praised few and far between his sessions by him. Smallpaw cheered him on and encouraged him to go farther than expectation, a gesture Eaglepaw gratefully accepted.
warrior ➳ Now the well-known Eagleflight, the tom and his sister were given their names after their participation in attacking the badger that killed their mother. Stricken with grief, Eagleflight and Smallstep were seen often together comforting each other. Once their father approached them and spoke gentle words.
Though hit hard, Eaglelfight was determined to prove to his clan that he was something to be proud of and not easily swayed. Smallstep continued to grieve and grew distant, finding Eagleflight heartless for getting over their mother's death so quickly. He could only say to here to move on.
As a warrior, Eagleflight participated in as many skirmished, border patrols, and battles as possible. Determined and thought unstoppable, he wanted to do as Smallstep pushed him to go for, something more than what was expected. Windclan's leader was often impressed by the tom's perseverance and constant push to impress.
On his last dying breath, the Windclan leader had the current deputy promise to promote Eagleflight to the position of deputy.
deputy ➳ An honor Eagleflight never thought he would achieve, the spotted tom was named Windclan's new deputy. Pride flooded him and he accepted it. He only sought to impress Windclan and make them proud to have him as a member, but the position of deputy had him understanding what Smallstep meant.
Looking for his sister's approval, Eagleflight found her nearly yowling to the stars for him. Eagleflight appreciated her cries for him more than anyone, even his respected father. Him and his sister had grown very distant with each other. Eagleflight had become so busy trying to impress he often forgot to visit with her to rekindle their relationship.
The position of deputy proved to be an even greater distraction from his loving sibling. Almost always busy and stressed, Eaglelflight felt he had the lives of Windclan in his paws, even if he still had his leader. All the while still, he never regretted accepting the position and tries his hardest to do his best.
mother sweetsong >> deceasedRP Sample:
father Quickfoot >> alive, old
siblings Smallfur >> alive
Dapple trotted against the bright scenery of Solem. Her steely eyes whipped around at every sound and whisper that hit the drum of her ear A crackle sounded behind her, and she whipped around to see a rabbit eating a small nut, carefully turning it around every so often to take a nibble, and then a large bite. The rabbit looked content, but it also looked fat. Very fat. Crouching lowly to the ground, her paws silently brought her closer to the intolerant rabbit, and with the sweep of a bushy grey tail, she gave chase to the fat, and luckily slow, rabbit.Other: Other Cats: 0
Dapple's paws pounded against the tightly compacted dirt and grass of Daichi's territory. Her muscles pulsed under her long stormy grey fur. Her never-ending energy and her stubborn attitude to quit got her the rabbit in her mouth, ready to be torn and eaten. She decided to present it to the Alpha's with news of the lush grass, and abundance of prey. Way too much prey. Dapple looked over a fallen log to see large, large groups of antelope eating away at the grass. She flicked her tail, and turned away. Maybe this next winter will kill most of the herds off and control the over-population of them all. If they lose all their grasses to these many herds, there will be none left for the next generation, and the next, and the next....
In the depths of her profound mind, she slipped off to her pack, which was quite a ways off, considering the fact that she, of course, let curiosity and determination grip at her. The grass swayed and the wind changed for a moment. Dapple started to breathe hard. The heat was taking away any fun in this day. It was dry, and boring, and she was full of energy ready to be let out. Dapple suddenly remembered she had left her fat catch behind her. Oh great, Dapple thought to herself, my slovenly action may have cost the pack one less meal tonight. Snorting, the young grey dappled wolf hurried along the path she scented out which led to her catch. She let out a relieved sigh, and picked it up.
Being observant, she watched as a couple birds flew above. A squirrel made it's way up a tree, and a mouse with many delicacies in his cheek pocket, scampered into a hole. Though this day was boring, her genial attitude stayed the same. The trees, looking like tall statues with green snakes wrapping around them, quivered slightly, their green leaves slowly floated delicately to the ground, and the grass danced around Dapple's nimble paws.
