Post by Rolo on Feb 15, 2009 20:28:38 GMT -5
Name | Molewhisker
Gender | Tom
Age | 28 moons
Rank | Warrior
Clan | Stream
Beliefs| Molewhisker believes in Starclan, probably because of what the rest of the clan thinks. However, he is not very 'active' in his beliefs, never praying to Starclan. In fact, he does the exact opposite. He curses them. He does not blame the Pineclan cats for not believing but has no particular opinion of them.
Parents | Black [NP](father) x Rose [NP](mother, Deceased)
Siblings | Only child
Other Kin | None
Mate | Not yet
Crush | Not yet
Kits | Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet
Appearance | Molewhisker is a lean black cat. Though he is of average size, he looks a lot taller than he really is due to his lithe physique. His fur is short and silky, already waterproof due to the recent supplement of fish to his diet, which adds even more to his spindly appearance. His limbs are slightly longer than normal cats, and he has a very long tail. His eyes are bright amber.
Personality | Molewhisker could be described in one word: timid.
Molewhisker spends the majority of his life jumping out of his skin, or waiting to jump out of his skin. He is so skittish, he usually yowls in fright whenever someone speaks to him. He acts inferior to everyone and everything, even the lowest ranking kit. For this reason he usually flatters a cat with compliments and acts submissively so he stays on their good side. This annoys many cats, as they cannot believe that any cat would be so nervous of everyone. Molewhisker has particular trouble with females (he gets too nervous to speak around them, often embarrassing himself and running away from them) and high-ranking males (as they are stronger than him).
It does not help that Molewhisker has some other bad issues. Unlike the rest of his clan he does not feel at all at ease in the forest, having both a fear of ravens and a fear of black birds. This means that he often does not hunt and he stays within the camp as he is too frightened to set foot in the forest.
Molewhisker likes being in the clan because it is a secure place with cats he can rely on. He is grateful for the clans as it means that he does not have to go out hunting and it means that there is some degree of structure to his life. He prefers to lend his fighting skills to the clan when it is needed.
Skills | Molewhisker can hunt, he just often chooses not to. His skills were once good but he now lacks some of his previous expertise. However, despite his lack of bulk, Molewhisker is a strong fighter who uses speed rather than strength to win his fights.
History | Molewhisker was born to Rose, a sweet motherly cat who was everything but fierce. Born a loner, given the name Mole at birth for his shiny black pelt, his mother raised him single-pawed as his father having left them for one reason or another. Yet, unlike most mothers, Rose went much farther than an ordinary mother would. Long after the time that most mothers would have left their kittens to fend for themselves, Rose continued to hunt beside Mole. Some assumed that this was down to the fact that Mole was always a scrawny kit, which couldn't frighten a butterfly away if he tried, and his poor mother took pity on him and continued to hunt for him. Yet, really, Mole would have done quite well on his own, it was just that he had no desire to leave his mother. Why? Because their loyalty to each other went far beyond the temporary relationship between mother and kit, they really were the greatest of friends.
So it was that they stayed together, realising there was no reason to split apart. They travelled for many moons, Mole an adult cat now. They spent considerably less time side by side but were always in the same area, loving the fact that they had another cat to rely upon. Mole grew gradually bolder and came to have quite an expertise at hunting. He lacked in his fighting skills, barely ever having the chance to use them and not paying attention when his mother tried to teach him some moves.
One day, Mole went out on a brief expedition to see what land lay ahead. His mother stayed behind, growing older now and wishing only for a comfortable nest to sleep in. Mole was away for 3 days before he returned to the area in which he left his mother; having found a small patch of land he and his mother could share for the rest of their lives. Yet, when he returned he found that his mother was gone. Knowing she would never just leave him, he set to searching the forest to find her.
After looking for 2 days, Mole found her and in doing so lost himself.
Carrying a mouse he intended to stash from a recent hunt, he came across his mother's body. It was covered with slashes and bruises, almost beyond recognition; being pecked at by some black birds he did not know the name of. Mole yowled mournfully, the sight breaking his heart. For some days, Mole did not eat. He couldn't stomach it. Never again would the scent of mouse waft into his nose without making him retch, the scrabbling of one sending him, yowling, in the other direction. Upon seeing a bird, black in colour, he would react very similarly, scared that they would peck at his flesh like they had with his mother's. It was a kind of madness, a deep paranoia that made a brave cat weak of mind. He hated the forest.
Mole, after running some days from the scene of his mother's death, stumbled upon the clans. Fear tainting his heart, he gratefully accepted an invitation into Streamclan. He took the suffix whisker and he hoped that there he could rebuild his life; he hoped that he could become strong again. Yet, most of all, he hoped to find companions like his mother had been, for then he would be truly happy.
Trust me on this one, he looks horrific in a bio but he's a good character in rps
. *hates having a tragic past for any of her characters -_-*
Gender | Tom
Age | 28 moons
Rank | Warrior
Clan | Stream
Beliefs| Molewhisker believes in Starclan, probably because of what the rest of the clan thinks. However, he is not very 'active' in his beliefs, never praying to Starclan. In fact, he does the exact opposite. He curses them. He does not blame the Pineclan cats for not believing but has no particular opinion of them.
Parents | Black [NP](father) x Rose [NP](mother, Deceased)
Siblings | Only child
Other Kin | None
Mate | Not yet
Crush | Not yet
Kits | Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet
Appearance | Molewhisker is a lean black cat. Though he is of average size, he looks a lot taller than he really is due to his lithe physique. His fur is short and silky, already waterproof due to the recent supplement of fish to his diet, which adds even more to his spindly appearance. His limbs are slightly longer than normal cats, and he has a very long tail. His eyes are bright amber.
Personality | Molewhisker could be described in one word: timid.
Molewhisker spends the majority of his life jumping out of his skin, or waiting to jump out of his skin. He is so skittish, he usually yowls in fright whenever someone speaks to him. He acts inferior to everyone and everything, even the lowest ranking kit. For this reason he usually flatters a cat with compliments and acts submissively so he stays on their good side. This annoys many cats, as they cannot believe that any cat would be so nervous of everyone. Molewhisker has particular trouble with females (he gets too nervous to speak around them, often embarrassing himself and running away from them) and high-ranking males (as they are stronger than him).
It does not help that Molewhisker has some other bad issues. Unlike the rest of his clan he does not feel at all at ease in the forest, having both a fear of ravens and a fear of black birds. This means that he often does not hunt and he stays within the camp as he is too frightened to set foot in the forest.
Molewhisker likes being in the clan because it is a secure place with cats he can rely on. He is grateful for the clans as it means that he does not have to go out hunting and it means that there is some degree of structure to his life. He prefers to lend his fighting skills to the clan when it is needed.
Skills | Molewhisker can hunt, he just often chooses not to. His skills were once good but he now lacks some of his previous expertise. However, despite his lack of bulk, Molewhisker is a strong fighter who uses speed rather than strength to win his fights.
History | Molewhisker was born to Rose, a sweet motherly cat who was everything but fierce. Born a loner, given the name Mole at birth for his shiny black pelt, his mother raised him single-pawed as his father having left them for one reason or another. Yet, unlike most mothers, Rose went much farther than an ordinary mother would. Long after the time that most mothers would have left their kittens to fend for themselves, Rose continued to hunt beside Mole. Some assumed that this was down to the fact that Mole was always a scrawny kit, which couldn't frighten a butterfly away if he tried, and his poor mother took pity on him and continued to hunt for him. Yet, really, Mole would have done quite well on his own, it was just that he had no desire to leave his mother. Why? Because their loyalty to each other went far beyond the temporary relationship between mother and kit, they really were the greatest of friends.
So it was that they stayed together, realising there was no reason to split apart. They travelled for many moons, Mole an adult cat now. They spent considerably less time side by side but were always in the same area, loving the fact that they had another cat to rely upon. Mole grew gradually bolder and came to have quite an expertise at hunting. He lacked in his fighting skills, barely ever having the chance to use them and not paying attention when his mother tried to teach him some moves.
One day, Mole went out on a brief expedition to see what land lay ahead. His mother stayed behind, growing older now and wishing only for a comfortable nest to sleep in. Mole was away for 3 days before he returned to the area in which he left his mother; having found a small patch of land he and his mother could share for the rest of their lives. Yet, when he returned he found that his mother was gone. Knowing she would never just leave him, he set to searching the forest to find her.
After looking for 2 days, Mole found her and in doing so lost himself.
Carrying a mouse he intended to stash from a recent hunt, he came across his mother's body. It was covered with slashes and bruises, almost beyond recognition; being pecked at by some black birds he did not know the name of. Mole yowled mournfully, the sight breaking his heart. For some days, Mole did not eat. He couldn't stomach it. Never again would the scent of mouse waft into his nose without making him retch, the scrabbling of one sending him, yowling, in the other direction. Upon seeing a bird, black in colour, he would react very similarly, scared that they would peck at his flesh like they had with his mother's. It was a kind of madness, a deep paranoia that made a brave cat weak of mind. He hated the forest.
Mole, after running some days from the scene of his mother's death, stumbled upon the clans. Fear tainting his heart, he gratefully accepted an invitation into Streamclan. He took the suffix whisker and he hoped that there he could rebuild his life; he hoped that he could become strong again. Yet, most of all, he hoped to find companions like his mother had been, for then he would be truly happy.
Trust me on this one, he looks horrific in a bio but he's a good character in rps
. *hates having a tragic past for any of her characters -_-*
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp