Post by Fawkes on Dec 6, 2006 19:54:34 GMT -5
Name: Sinpaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 8 moons
Clan: GustClan
Position: Apprentice
Picture:
Description: His coat is solid grey, and he has a very muscular build. His eyes are golden, contrasting with his fur to make them stand out quite a lot. He has short fur, and is of average size.
Personality: Sinpaw may come of as being a mean jerk, probably because that's pretty much what he is. He's rather insocial and tense all the time. He tends to be mistrusting and incredulous. Although he still behaves himself, he hates being told what to do. No other cat has managed so far to give this haunty apprentice a chance enough to 'see beneath his hard exterior.' Maybe, just maybe if he made a friend, he'd be able to prove that he's not just some bad luck charm, and that he's worthy to the clan.
History: He was born on a solar eclipse, so many believed he would be bad luck, especially considering the other two kits of his litter died only a few days later. Even his mother didn't seem to care for him much. To make matters worse, Sinpaw has always had the worst of luck. He has a knack for bringing back disease-infested prey, catching a wide array of illnesses, returning from hunts without finding a single prey, recieving injuries from some of the oddest things, and losing his temper at percisely the wrong time. Many of the strange injuries he recieves happens to come from things falling on him. A rather large pinecone nearly knocked him out once, a pile of snow that fell from a tree managed to completely bury him, a swooping hawk nearly took his ear off, then, by far the worst, he once came across a twoleg and their dog, both of whom seemed to have strayed off their path. For having so little oportunities to get outside camp, Sinpaw has had quite a few heart-stopping experiences. The final part to his bad-luck streak occured one moon ago when his mother mysteriously disappeared. Nobody knows what happened to her, or where she is, which led many to blame Sinpaw.
Other: Sinpaw, unlike the other GustClan cats, has only mediocre speed. He's got a more muscular build, rather than the lean form that's great for speed. He can be sort of clumsy and very much prone to error. Nevertheless, he's proven himself to be a worthy apprentice. He's okay at both fighting and hunting, that is, as long as the prey hasn't vanished and there's nothing falling out of the sky.
RP example: He padded through the camp, feeling a myriad of cat eyes burning into him. He kept his eyes averted from their faces, his own being contorted in an expression of mixed grief and rage. How could they blame him for this one? It wasn't his fault at all, he'd been in camp all day! Trying to supress the anger that now welled up within him to a level that threatened bursting, he stopped his paws from moving and sat down in front of a solitary figure in the center of the camp. "Look at me." The voice was commanding and cold, not a note of sympathy present. He tried harder to keep his mouth shut, not looking up to gaze into his leader's eyes. The leader spoke once more. "Where is your mother?" The voice was accusing this time, and Sinpaw felt himself quiver with rage, which he was unable to supress as he spat out, "I don't know." The leader did not look away, but spoke once more in the same, unforgiving tone, "Do not lie, Sinpaw, we know you have something to do with this." This was the last straw for Sinpaw, the barricade that had been holding in his anger burst, and he yowled at their leader angrily, "I am not lying! She just wandered off, told me to be good, and that was that! I don't know where she is, and I don't appreciate you blaming me for your own mistakes! Maybe if you had started looking for her yesterday-" He was cut off as angry cries rose from the watching cats, and the leader yelled at him, his own voice now furious. "Go. Get out of here now, and don't return until you've learned some respect for your superiors." Sinpaw needed no second bidding, he spun around and bolted out of the camp, retreating to the secluded folds of land where he would be free to insult whomever he wanted with no other cat hearing a word.
ooc|| He's going to be my last charrie ^^
Gender: Tom
Age: 8 moons
Clan: GustClan
Position: Apprentice
Picture:
Description: His coat is solid grey, and he has a very muscular build. His eyes are golden, contrasting with his fur to make them stand out quite a lot. He has short fur, and is of average size.
Personality: Sinpaw may come of as being a mean jerk, probably because that's pretty much what he is. He's rather insocial and tense all the time. He tends to be mistrusting and incredulous. Although he still behaves himself, he hates being told what to do. No other cat has managed so far to give this haunty apprentice a chance enough to 'see beneath his hard exterior.' Maybe, just maybe if he made a friend, he'd be able to prove that he's not just some bad luck charm, and that he's worthy to the clan.
History: He was born on a solar eclipse, so many believed he would be bad luck, especially considering the other two kits of his litter died only a few days later. Even his mother didn't seem to care for him much. To make matters worse, Sinpaw has always had the worst of luck. He has a knack for bringing back disease-infested prey, catching a wide array of illnesses, returning from hunts without finding a single prey, recieving injuries from some of the oddest things, and losing his temper at percisely the wrong time. Many of the strange injuries he recieves happens to come from things falling on him. A rather large pinecone nearly knocked him out once, a pile of snow that fell from a tree managed to completely bury him, a swooping hawk nearly took his ear off, then, by far the worst, he once came across a twoleg and their dog, both of whom seemed to have strayed off their path. For having so little oportunities to get outside camp, Sinpaw has had quite a few heart-stopping experiences. The final part to his bad-luck streak occured one moon ago when his mother mysteriously disappeared. Nobody knows what happened to her, or where she is, which led many to blame Sinpaw.
Other: Sinpaw, unlike the other GustClan cats, has only mediocre speed. He's got a more muscular build, rather than the lean form that's great for speed. He can be sort of clumsy and very much prone to error. Nevertheless, he's proven himself to be a worthy apprentice. He's okay at both fighting and hunting, that is, as long as the prey hasn't vanished and there's nothing falling out of the sky.
RP example: He padded through the camp, feeling a myriad of cat eyes burning into him. He kept his eyes averted from their faces, his own being contorted in an expression of mixed grief and rage. How could they blame him for this one? It wasn't his fault at all, he'd been in camp all day! Trying to supress the anger that now welled up within him to a level that threatened bursting, he stopped his paws from moving and sat down in front of a solitary figure in the center of the camp. "Look at me." The voice was commanding and cold, not a note of sympathy present. He tried harder to keep his mouth shut, not looking up to gaze into his leader's eyes. The leader spoke once more. "Where is your mother?" The voice was accusing this time, and Sinpaw felt himself quiver with rage, which he was unable to supress as he spat out, "I don't know." The leader did not look away, but spoke once more in the same, unforgiving tone, "Do not lie, Sinpaw, we know you have something to do with this." This was the last straw for Sinpaw, the barricade that had been holding in his anger burst, and he yowled at their leader angrily, "I am not lying! She just wandered off, told me to be good, and that was that! I don't know where she is, and I don't appreciate you blaming me for your own mistakes! Maybe if you had started looking for her yesterday-" He was cut off as angry cries rose from the watching cats, and the leader yelled at him, his own voice now furious. "Go. Get out of here now, and don't return until you've learned some respect for your superiors." Sinpaw needed no second bidding, he spun around and bolted out of the camp, retreating to the secluded folds of land where he would be free to insult whomever he wanted with no other cat hearing a word.
ooc|| He's going to be my last charrie ^^
