Post by Emily on Mar 2, 2009 19:59:14 GMT -5
Name | Weaselclaw
Gender | Tom
Age | 25 Moons
Rank | Deputy
Clan | FogClan
Beliefs| Weaselclaw is a faithful believer of StarClan often asking them for guidance, to guide his path and his paws to what is right. StarClan is a big part of Weaselclaw's life, and he despises PineClan for their strong opinion that StarClan is not watching over the clan cats; never had. This determined tom believes that every cat goes to StarClan who believes in it, and that his ancestors guide paths - and use the living to actually change things. He could never turn away from his ancestors, and is comforted that his friends, family, and clan mates will be there one day - and he shall meet them again in a better place.
Parents | Mudwhisker [father, NP] -- Dappletail [mother, NP]
Siblings | Graypaw [NP]
Other Kin | None
Mate | Not Yet
Crush | Not Yet
Kits | Not Yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Not Yet
Appearance |
Weaselclaw is a rather tall, long-legged cat, his natural frame much larger and longer in comparison to most cats. With his long, powerful haunches, he has a quick gait and can easily slip around objects, and other warriors with much ease. Being thin and lanky in most areas, you would suspect Weaselclaw lacks the strength bulkier cats might possess? But that assumption is quite wrong. He has quite powerful limbs, and extremely quick reflexes which help him in battle.
Weaselclaw has a short, thin pelt, which molts very little, even in leaf-fall. His pelt is coated in a deep chocolate brown, which casually fades into a reddish color. Browns, reds, mahoganies, and gingers are spritzed here and there, the darkest shade being a deep chocolate brown slipping over his spine washing out into lighter and lighter browns, until at his belly the hue is a calm ginger. Weaselclaw's strong shoulders are a darker hue, at his legs it becomes a deep charcoal color, thick with red taints. His chest and underbelly are golden ginger, and each leg is a thick charcoal tainted with reds. The "toes" are white on each rear and fore paw.
Weaselclaw has a broad face with a large mask across his entire face and up between his eyes, upon his snout. This mask is completely black, unbroken by a black nose as well, and onyx ears. Brown daggers wherever the black is not, up around his fore head and on his chin. This handsome tom has long, firm, white whiskers, and a long, delicate - black tipped tail.
His eyes only add to his handsome appearance; a deep piercing cerulean color which are rather mesmerizing and full of emotion. Whether Weaselclaw is emotional breaking down, or furious inside - it's quite easy to tell if you take a good look in his eyes. Though he tries to hide his emotions, especially if he is mourning, Weaselclaw doesn't realize that most cats can look right through him.
Personality |
Ah, Weaselclaw's personality. There are two shells, to tell the truth. His outer shell, in which he appears a cold, malice, but all the while - extremely and loyally, devoted to his Clan; and his inner shell, where he is a softer tom, with an extreme soft spot for kits and apprentices. Overall, Weaselclaw can get rather commanding only for his dear nature of being so hopelessly devoted to FogClan and all its warriors.
Weaselclaw has a tendency to want to appear more like a leader. More commanding, a little stiff, and perhaps even annoyed by apprentices. Though sometimes, when interacting with others, he can't help but get extremely playful, and lovable, and even the humorous side of him shows through. His change of personality is often only passed by with a laugh or the flick of the tail, because ever warrior knows that Weaselclaw has clung onto his kit-hood and apprentice-hood for his entire life, and since that, still has most of his childish personality stuck inside.
Depending on who Weaselclaw is interacting with, and the situation, it often changes. To elders and his higher-ups, he often is respectful in most aspects, though likes to bring a little humor or light aura to things - and with his leader, he often tries his hardest to show that they made the right choice in appointing him as deputy. Perhaps a little too hard, but no one bothers to tell him that he's doing just fine, as he does an even better job of it - when he worries he's not the best he could be, or should be.
With Queens and their kits, he gets rather calm and relaxed - and as he watches, most of his good kit hood memories come back to him. He was always the troublesome apprentice, and had little expectations which is part of the reason Weaselclaw tries his hardest at everything, just to prove that he is worth something.
And apprentices. Well, truthfully they really /can/ annoy him, though deep down no matter how much of a nuisance they tend to be, Weaselclaw has a strong envy of them as well as a fatherly love. Each one is like a kit to him, even though he has never experienced it, and he often wonders what it would be like with one of them as his own.
Weaselclaw is certainly not a shy deputy, but a loud one who tends to take things far to seriously when it comes to defending his clan. Though some warriors or elders think he's just a snapper, he honestly doesn't care about the bad thoughts directed towards him.
He can be described as ambitious, though his ambition isn't in the slightest going in a malice direction. Weaselclaw only wishes to be the best for his clan, as well as prove himself, as in his younger days, no one ever suspected he would have great makings. Weaselclaw has little against any clan member, though he dislikes when young warriors think they're... well, 'all that.'
When it comes to Weaselclaw's opinions, he is often head-strong, not willing to back down. He isn't easily swayed, and when he finds that he is over powered by a larger opinion, he keeps his quiet for a little while, and may throw it out again later.
Overall, Weaselclaw is an extremely devoted cat who wants to prove himself loyal, as well as worth something more than was expected from anyone else before in time. Though rather harsh and commanding at times, you will often find that Weaselclaw finds it hard to contain the softer side of him, as well as his childish, adventurous nature. So watch out, you might be confused at his two personality shells.
Skills |
Weaselclaw has a few main subjects he is rather skilled at. His first would be hunting. With his long limbs and thin frame, he can easily slip throughout the territory without being heard, as he has a light step - and is quite skilled with his claws. Weaselclaw is swift as a mouse as well, making this aspect of Clan life an easy contribute to helping his Clan with all he has. Hunting, as well, happens to be one of his favorite things to do, and it calms him.
Another point Weaselclaw commonly has an advantage of is his use of claws, though he may not be so well with technique using his teeth, he has no trouble at all slipping around bulkier warriors made for quick, one on one combats - tooth for tooth. Though Weaselclaw doesn't exactly enjoy watching others die to his own claws, he can get rather carried away with the train of thoughts of knowing that he is helping FogClan. Weaselclaw is hopelessly devoted.
Weaselclaw doesn't have a large amount of stamina, and so he has a strong dislike for tracking, as he can easily get distracted or easily lose the scent. As well as tiring easily, Weaselclaw will usually get tired a little easier than younger toms in battle - unless he presses himself, with the thoughts of what would happen if he let his Clan down, which he often tells himself.
But besides hunting and his good use of the claw, Weaselclaw has found himself a grand planner and full of techniques for twisting around your enemy, weaseling your way from side to side, while the opposing warrior will often get lost in where you're headed as well as where you plan to attack. He often does this, side-stepping and leaping side to side, slipping beneath the enemy and confusing them terribly until they get tired - and attacks at the last breath, taking them by the element of surprise. Weaselclaw has a strong fondness of teaching any young apprentice to do this.
History |
Weaselclaw was born to another clan, much like the clans now, except most were purely of clan-blood. He was born to Dappletail and Mudwhisker, both two, well-known warriors of the clan. His only other siblings was Graypaw, the more serious, responsible child of the litter. Even as a kit, Weaselclaw was quite a trouble-maker, and extremely playful, always exploring and getting himself into a pawful of trouble. Most warriors had simply suspected that it would eventually fade, and that Weaselclaw was simply going through the kit stage of life where there seem to be no limits in life.
He grew into a fine, rather well-liked apprentice, at least among the apprentices that is. Most elders and warriors disliked his far too playful energy, and he had never grown from his childish antics. He was just as troublesome, just as energetic, and simply care-free. But everyone loved his dear brother, Graypaw, and he on the other hand had huge expectations from most.
"It's not all games and fun, you know. Life's rough, why don't you act like the apprentice you should be, and stop being such a childish kit!"
Those were the words their leader had once told him gruffly, as well as words much like it from the elders as well as some other annoyed warriors. Eventually, even his parents had given up most hope for their son. No cat expected Weaselclaw to live up to anything, and there were little to no expectations for the young tom. Every warrior believed though skilled when it came to hunting, and combat techniques, he would never live up to the warrior most apprentices did.
Eventually, Weaselclaw's clan tried to make the journey after ForestClan, determined to make a new home as well. But the strong hope they held was soon lost, and after moons of fighting, they separated amongst each other - no longer considered a clan. At the time, Weaselclaw was still a young apprentice, and he traveled with his brother, Graypaw and a few others after ForestClan, barely hanging on with the little strength they had left.
After such a journey, only Weaselclaw and his brother had made it, though the new, Four Clans were quite reluctant to take anyone in. Though FogClan had made a bit of an exception and allowed them in, expecting the young toms would never make it anyway - Graypaw eventually was lost, and only Weaselclaw remained. He should have been a warrior sooner, and was quickly given then name Weaselclaw, after they saw his skills and traits through a bit of training, and observing his hunts and techniques in combat with others. Ever since, Weaselclaw has been determined to prove himself loyal, and it had worked quite well.
Because mischievous, childish Weaselclaw, became the new Deputy of FogClan. And his way of showing it has only made his clear devotion, grow.
Role Play Example |
He wrinkled his nose, the strange smell of herbs wafting into his nostrils. How could Hailstorm possibly do this? Day in - day out, always sorting through strange-scented herbs and running about, helping the wounded. Didn't he ever get a bit tired, or impatient? Or even having a bit of a longing to get out there and discover what life is like as a true warrior? Perhaps not, perhaps so.
Weaselclaw forced himself to wriggle into the Medicine Den, short, auburn pelt brushing against the sides of the entrance as he did so. Cerulean irises growing darker, as the shadows began to engulf the young deputy, he gave a stifled yawn. Each paw, he raised with a heavy weight as if he were carrying something upon his shoulders. In Weaselclaw's own words, he would have suspected every leader and deputy felt the heavy weight, locked in their steps - the weight of responsibility and tiresome thoughts gnawing at the back of their head. And did Hailstorm feel this too? Weaselclaw thought to himself, in bit of a slight shock. He had only ever thought of leaders and deputy's to get so - pulled down by everything going on around them.
Probably. Every day, didn't Hailstorm have to face his responsibility of caring for the injured and sickly? Help the expecting Queens, feel the guilt when a patient or kit died in the process? Of course, the tom thought slightly ridiculed by his own foolish generalization.
With a soft sigh, Weaselclaw let his gaze flicker over the little den - wincing as he stepped into reality, and the sharp pang in his leg vibrated again. "Hailstorm?" he mewed, almost softly, hoping the sleeping apprentice nearby wouldn't wake. Graypaw looked rather peaceful, his tiny body burrowed and curled neatly inside the tidy nest. It reminded Weaselclaw of his own brother Graypaw, who had been lost to pure illness. Shuddering, trying to shake the bad memories away, he slipped further in - wondering where that old tom was.
"I'm right here," Hailstorm choked out, his thick smoky pelt splayed here and there. Weaselclaw jumped in slight surprise, his pupils expanding - stretching the blue iris' further and further out; his tail sticking straight up. Before he realized where the Medicine Cat had been, the tom gave a regretful cough, growing hot beneath his fur with embarrassment at his startled appearance. Letting out a muted chuckle, Hailstorm padded towards him, his step light - as he quickly let his eyes skim over his rear leg. "Now what happened here?" he asked, furrowing his brow before making off to his storage of herbs, gaze flying over each one until he managed to find the right one. "Rat bite," Weaselclaw replied lightly, trying not to show the Medicine Cat that he was as weak that a mere rat bite would bring him pain.
"Chew this, it will relieve that pain of yours," Hailstorm muttered, grinning at him and shaking his head. "And hold still, will you? You really are just like a weasel..."
Weaselclaw spluttered, chewing on the poppy seeds with remorse. They tasted awful, and he scrunched up his nose as he did so. Fidgeting back and forth as Hailstorm stuck swabs of cobwebs to the bite; Weaselclaw gave a slight hiss. "It'll sting for a bit but it should fade," he replied, his face soft. Obviously, his love for this was clear and strong as ever.
"Thank you, Hailstorm..." Weaselclaw choked out, finally swallowing the last bits and pieces of the seeds which were stuck between his ivory teeth. Waving his tail as a fare well, he slunk from the den, still wincing from the sharp stings produced upon his leg.
As the deputy disappeared from sight, the young apprentice blinked open an eye - purring with amusement. "Hailstorm?"
"Yes?" he replied softly, turning to his patient.
"Weaselclaw really doesn't like the Medicine Den after all..." he mused, after seeing the scene with his own - usually commanding, stiff-ridged deputy fidget and flinch; clearly uncomfortable.
"No Graypaw. I suppose, if you haven't noticed - he's still stuck between two shells of who he really is."
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp