Post by Cloud of Diamonds on Jul 24, 2009 23:34:12 GMT -5
Name | Falcon, Falconkit, Falconpaw, Falconstripe
Gender | tom
Age | 9 moons
Rank | apprentice
Clan | Fog
Beliefs| Falconpaw's beliefs in StarClan have grown. He now firmly believes in their power and influence, and that any cat who denies them is lesser than one who believes. He feels proud to believe in StarClan simply because he believes they can help him become a better warrior and that if he is a strong believer he will have more honor and strength and more to fight for.
Parents | Birchtail-mother-DC Slash-father-NP
Siblings | Cinderpaw-sister (played by Kelly)
Other Kin | Leaf-uncle-NP Wing-aunt-NP Kuma-grandmother-NP Blaze-grandfather-NP Juncopaw-cousin-DC (played by me)
Mate | not yet
Crush | not yet
Kits | not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Reedfoot (played by Pyro)
Appearance | Falconpaw is large for his age, and his build is strong and stocky. His pelt is short and dark brown, though thicker on his tail, which is short. He has a flat, broad face, a pink nose, with bright yellow eyes and tall ears unlike his mother's. He has broad, dark stripes on his tail, and thinner stripes on his body and legs. A tabby 'V' goes down his face. His underbelly and chin are slightly paler brown than the rest of his body, and his back legs are particularly muscular.
Personality | Falconpaw is fascinated by the warrior code; he couldn't imagine any other way he'd want to live his life. He wants to be the best warrior ever and is commited to nothing else. Sometimes he ignores his sister (who's often trying to get him to do something) when he's absorbed in thought or being a bit stuck-up. He's also confrontational; if you insult him, he might bear a grudge, simply beacuse he wants to avenge his honor. He can't stand the thought that someone is mocking his ambition or pride.
To get back at a cat, he will confront them directly in private, and demand why they insulted him, often arguing unneccesarily. He can be a bit sarcastic and cruel without realizing it, sometimes criticizing the apprentices' skills and thinking he could do better. His favorite thing to do is to practice fighting moves he sees warriors do or to tussle with his sister; though he just rolls his eyes when Cinderpaw tries to boss him around, he almost always ends up following her anyway. He does share a strong bond with his feisty sister and a bit of rivalry with her as well, though he thinks she's silly for wanting to become LEADER (as if being a good warrior wasn't enough!) and thinks she mouths off too much; real warriors don't do that! He secretly enjoys playing with her, though he likes to appear always solemn and serious.
The innocent kit has changed into a scared, arrogant, unsure, bullying piece of foxdung of an apprentice. Yippee.
At his core, he is terrified, though he will never admit it. Scared that he will be unpure, unworthy, not good enough to be a member of FogClan, which he so badly desires to be. In truth, all he wishes to be is a good apprentice - and warrior - and to serve his Clan well. But his twisted sense of honor has blotted out any goodness that he might have had in him.
Skills | He is good at tracking and picking up scents, and can leap further than normal because of his extra-strong back legs. His fighting skills will most likely be very good, because he has the advantage of size and strength.
History | Before FogClan, Falconpaw's memories were slightly blurred, like objects in the fog where his Clan lives. He remembers playing with Cinderkit while their mother watched over them, and watching the stars appear in twilight. One day, however, stands out from all the rest.....
"Mama?" the brown kit asked, standing about a tail-length away from Birch. "Why do you look so nervous?" Cinder was beside her brother, green eyes wide in curiousity. Birch said, "We're going to live in a Clan, kits. It will be a better life for us." Falcon was puzzled. Clan? Was Birch referring to the big groups of cats that come to this area when he and Cinder had been born, so his mother had told him? He began to open his mouth to ask, but his sister was ahead of him. "But are we gonna do there, Mom?" Birch nuzzled her daughter gently. "I don't know. But I do know that our lives will be much better than they would have been, alone, here." Without your father, she added silently. Falcon simply thought in wonder of how his life might change. He felt a strange shiver down his spine. Who knows what these Clans might be like? Would the cats chase them out, or try to hurt them? Nevertheless, he wanted to go, to see what strange and exciting life might await him there. Birch began to walk, and her kits followed dreamlike after, each absorbed in thoughts of what might be to come.
Now he has grown up - into a monster. Meaner, crueler, and more prejudiced and sneering than ever, Falconpaw is a perfect example of what his beloved leader wants him to be.
Gender | tom
Age | 9 moons
Rank | apprentice
Clan | Fog
Beliefs| Falconpaw's beliefs in StarClan have grown. He now firmly believes in their power and influence, and that any cat who denies them is lesser than one who believes. He feels proud to believe in StarClan simply because he believes they can help him become a better warrior and that if he is a strong believer he will have more honor and strength and more to fight for.
Parents | Birchtail-mother-DC Slash-father-NP
Siblings | Cinderpaw-sister (played by Kelly)
Other Kin | Leaf-uncle-NP Wing-aunt-NP Kuma-grandmother-NP Blaze-grandfather-NP Juncopaw-cousin-DC (played by me)
Mate | not yet
Crush | not yet
Kits | not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Reedfoot (played by Pyro)
Appearance | Falconpaw is large for his age, and his build is strong and stocky. His pelt is short and dark brown, though thicker on his tail, which is short. He has a flat, broad face, a pink nose, with bright yellow eyes and tall ears unlike his mother's. He has broad, dark stripes on his tail, and thinner stripes on his body and legs. A tabby 'V' goes down his face. His underbelly and chin are slightly paler brown than the rest of his body, and his back legs are particularly muscular.
Personality | Falconpaw is fascinated by the warrior code; he couldn't imagine any other way he'd want to live his life. He wants to be the best warrior ever and is commited to nothing else. Sometimes he ignores his sister (who's often trying to get him to do something) when he's absorbed in thought or being a bit stuck-up. He's also confrontational; if you insult him, he might bear a grudge, simply beacuse he wants to avenge his honor. He can't stand the thought that someone is mocking his ambition or pride.
To get back at a cat, he will confront them directly in private, and demand why they insulted him, often arguing unneccesarily. He can be a bit sarcastic and cruel without realizing it, sometimes criticizing the apprentices' skills and thinking he could do better. His favorite thing to do is to practice fighting moves he sees warriors do or to tussle with his sister; though he just rolls his eyes when Cinderpaw tries to boss him around, he almost always ends up following her anyway. He does share a strong bond with his feisty sister and a bit of rivalry with her as well, though he thinks she's silly for wanting to become LEADER (as if being a good warrior wasn't enough!) and thinks she mouths off too much; real warriors don't do that! He secretly enjoys playing with her, though he likes to appear always solemn and serious.
The innocent kit has changed into a scared, arrogant, unsure, bullying piece of foxdung of an apprentice. Yippee.
At his core, he is terrified, though he will never admit it. Scared that he will be unpure, unworthy, not good enough to be a member of FogClan, which he so badly desires to be. In truth, all he wishes to be is a good apprentice - and warrior - and to serve his Clan well. But his twisted sense of honor has blotted out any goodness that he might have had in him.
Skills | He is good at tracking and picking up scents, and can leap further than normal because of his extra-strong back legs. His fighting skills will most likely be very good, because he has the advantage of size and strength.
History | Before FogClan, Falconpaw's memories were slightly blurred, like objects in the fog where his Clan lives. He remembers playing with Cinderkit while their mother watched over them, and watching the stars appear in twilight. One day, however, stands out from all the rest.....
"Mama?" the brown kit asked, standing about a tail-length away from Birch. "Why do you look so nervous?" Cinder was beside her brother, green eyes wide in curiousity. Birch said, "We're going to live in a Clan, kits. It will be a better life for us." Falcon was puzzled. Clan? Was Birch referring to the big groups of cats that come to this area when he and Cinder had been born, so his mother had told him? He began to open his mouth to ask, but his sister was ahead of him. "But are we gonna do there, Mom?" Birch nuzzled her daughter gently. "I don't know. But I do know that our lives will be much better than they would have been, alone, here." Without your father, she added silently. Falcon simply thought in wonder of how his life might change. He felt a strange shiver down his spine. Who knows what these Clans might be like? Would the cats chase them out, or try to hurt them? Nevertheless, he wanted to go, to see what strange and exciting life might await him there. Birch began to walk, and her kits followed dreamlike after, each absorbed in thoughts of what might be to come.
Now he has grown up - into a monster. Meaner, crueler, and more prejudiced and sneering than ever, Falconpaw is a perfect example of what his beloved leader wants him to be.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp