Post by Loviatar on Mar 8, 2011 0:30:33 GMT -5
Name | Birchclaw
Gender | She-cat
Age | 32 moons
Rank | Warrior
Clan | MeadowClan
Beliefs | Birchclaw's belief in StarClan is unshakable - it just isn't
Parents | Born to Frost-tail (np, deceased) and an unknown father
Siblings | None that she knows of, though she does suspect she has half-siblings both in the new Clans and in ForestClan
Other Kin | None living
Mate | Not yet
Crush | Not yet
Kits | Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | No apprentice yet; was mentored by Grayfoot (np, elder)
Appearance | (For reference, an image of the cat described.)
Small, stocky grayish-white she-cat with dark green-gold eyes.
Though MeadowClan she-cats tend to be on the smaller side, Birchclaw stands out amongst them for her lack of daintiness. Her small body is thickly muscled and stout: this is especially evident in her legs, the stockiness of which is emphasized by her paws being rather short and wide. Her usual walk tends to be more of a slow, relaxed stomp, though she can force herself to pad quietly if need be. She rarely does so, for moving quietly slows her down considerably from her usual pace. Overall, her movements are very relaxed, bordering on lazy - even when fighting.
In general features, Birchclaw is not the prettiest she-cat on the block. The tip of her grayish-red nose appears pushed back somehow, as if the bridge of her nose were slightly too short for her muzzle. This makes her look a bit like she constantly has something very smelly under her nose. The line of Birchclaw's brow is strong, making her eyes look a little bit sunken at the inner edge: this turns her usual expression into a look of sharp aggression that is frequently softened by the sarcasm she tends to exude. Her eyes are a rather dark green-gold, contrasting sharply with her pale fur - even at a distance, her eyes are where an onlooker's gaze goes first.
The bulk of her body is somewhat exaggerated by her pelt, which toes the line between short and semi-long fur. On parts of Birchclaw's body, her pelt is quite short, but the backs of her legs and her tail are heavily feathered. The effect is inevitably that of a messy or even somehow diseased cat, but the gloss in her pelt contradicts suspicions of the latter. Another reason why Birchclaw appears messy is that she tends to get into fights somewhat frequently, which inevitably causes some tufts of fur to be hanging off her.
The one thing that makes heads turn when Birchclaw goes by is her coloring - not necessarily for its beauty, but rather for its strangeness. The base color of her pelt is white: almost everywhere but on her chest, each hair is tipped with grayish-black, turning her fur varying shades of silver and gray. The black tips are longer on some parts of her face and limbs, creating bold tabby stripes that nonetheless seem to somehow hover on her fur. Stranger yet are the small patches on Birchclaw's body that have ginger fur-tips rather than gray. Several of these patches are easily visible on her back and her tail is also streaked through with them, but the most striking patches are the ones on her face. Surrounding both eyes and covering her right cheek all the way up to her mottled rust-and-black ears, they provide a strange focus around her eyes. Near the pads of her feet, Birchclaw's pelt is constantly a dusty gray, due to the fact she can't be bothered to keep up personal hygiene quite as carefully as the average cat.
Personality | If "claw" and "flower" are considered male and female suffixes respectively, it's pretty obvious why Birchpaw was named Birchclaw instead of Birchflower. Straightforward and sometimes far too blunt, Birchclaw tends to be the cat who says what everyone else was thinking, but was too polite to say. She has little to no issues with making others offended if she thinks it's for the greater good.
Temperament-wise, Birchclaw appears to be a bit of a throwback to old ForestClan, making her volatile and proud. Her pride is not only personal, but also extends to her Clan and to the Warrior code, and any who insult any of the above will feel her wrath.
Skills | For a cat of her stature, Birchclaw is unusually strong. All her life, she's conditioned herself for brute strength rather than speed, since that was what her father preferred and considered the best way for a cat to prove they were worthy of survival. This lack of speed also forced her to condition herself to take blows, which she does rather gracefully. She's learned a way to battle in which she focuses on glancing off the opponent's blows, waiting for them to tire before she begins her own assault. Birchclaw also uses her size to her advantage in this form of combat, planting herself firmly and using her lower center of gravity to hold her ground. It's a dangerous strategy, though, and can easily backfire if her opponent knows how to deal with it or gets lucky.
Lack of speed is truly Birchclaw's one great weakness. Against a fast opponent, her mind reacts quickly, but her body can't keep up. This has the added effect of frustrating her and making her more likely to make mistakes. At a normal walking pace, she can't hope to keep up unless she trots slightly: at a running pace, she can briefly sprint to keep up with the average cat, but she can keep this up for moments at best before having to concede defeat. This also hampers her hunting significantly, and as a result she tends to hide and wait for prey to pass by, or to dig into their dens.
History | minimum of ten sentence description. SHOULD be done in third person
Gender | She-cat
Age | 32 moons
Rank | Warrior
Clan | MeadowClan
Beliefs | Birchclaw's belief in StarClan is unshakable - it just isn't
Parents | Born to Frost-tail (np, deceased) and an unknown father
Siblings | None that she knows of, though she does suspect she has half-siblings both in the new Clans and in ForestClan
Other Kin | None living
Mate | Not yet
Crush | Not yet
Kits | Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | No apprentice yet; was mentored by Grayfoot (np, elder)
Appearance | (For reference, an image of the cat described.)
Small, stocky grayish-white she-cat with dark green-gold eyes.
Though MeadowClan she-cats tend to be on the smaller side, Birchclaw stands out amongst them for her lack of daintiness. Her small body is thickly muscled and stout: this is especially evident in her legs, the stockiness of which is emphasized by her paws being rather short and wide. Her usual walk tends to be more of a slow, relaxed stomp, though she can force herself to pad quietly if need be. She rarely does so, for moving quietly slows her down considerably from her usual pace. Overall, her movements are very relaxed, bordering on lazy - even when fighting.
In general features, Birchclaw is not the prettiest she-cat on the block. The tip of her grayish-red nose appears pushed back somehow, as if the bridge of her nose were slightly too short for her muzzle. This makes her look a bit like she constantly has something very smelly under her nose. The line of Birchclaw's brow is strong, making her eyes look a little bit sunken at the inner edge: this turns her usual expression into a look of sharp aggression that is frequently softened by the sarcasm she tends to exude. Her eyes are a rather dark green-gold, contrasting sharply with her pale fur - even at a distance, her eyes are where an onlooker's gaze goes first.
The bulk of her body is somewhat exaggerated by her pelt, which toes the line between short and semi-long fur. On parts of Birchclaw's body, her pelt is quite short, but the backs of her legs and her tail are heavily feathered. The effect is inevitably that of a messy or even somehow diseased cat, but the gloss in her pelt contradicts suspicions of the latter. Another reason why Birchclaw appears messy is that she tends to get into fights somewhat frequently, which inevitably causes some tufts of fur to be hanging off her.
The one thing that makes heads turn when Birchclaw goes by is her coloring - not necessarily for its beauty, but rather for its strangeness. The base color of her pelt is white: almost everywhere but on her chest, each hair is tipped with grayish-black, turning her fur varying shades of silver and gray. The black tips are longer on some parts of her face and limbs, creating bold tabby stripes that nonetheless seem to somehow hover on her fur. Stranger yet are the small patches on Birchclaw's body that have ginger fur-tips rather than gray. Several of these patches are easily visible on her back and her tail is also streaked through with them, but the most striking patches are the ones on her face. Surrounding both eyes and covering her right cheek all the way up to her mottled rust-and-black ears, they provide a strange focus around her eyes. Near the pads of her feet, Birchclaw's pelt is constantly a dusty gray, due to the fact she can't be bothered to keep up personal hygiene quite as carefully as the average cat.
Personality | If "claw" and "flower" are considered male and female suffixes respectively, it's pretty obvious why Birchpaw was named Birchclaw instead of Birchflower. Straightforward and sometimes far too blunt, Birchclaw tends to be the cat who says what everyone else was thinking, but was too polite to say. She has little to no issues with making others offended if she thinks it's for the greater good.
Temperament-wise, Birchclaw appears to be a bit of a throwback to old ForestClan, making her volatile and proud. Her pride is not only personal, but also extends to her Clan and to the Warrior code, and any who insult any of the above will feel her wrath.
Skills | For a cat of her stature, Birchclaw is unusually strong. All her life, she's conditioned herself for brute strength rather than speed, since that was what her father preferred and considered the best way for a cat to prove they were worthy of survival. This lack of speed also forced her to condition herself to take blows, which she does rather gracefully. She's learned a way to battle in which she focuses on glancing off the opponent's blows, waiting for them to tire before she begins her own assault. Birchclaw also uses her size to her advantage in this form of combat, planting herself firmly and using her lower center of gravity to hold her ground. It's a dangerous strategy, though, and can easily backfire if her opponent knows how to deal with it or gets lucky.
Lack of speed is truly Birchclaw's one great weakness. Against a fast opponent, her mind reacts quickly, but her body can't keep up. This has the added effect of frustrating her and making her more likely to make mistakes. At a normal walking pace, she can't hope to keep up unless she trots slightly: at a running pace, she can briefly sprint to keep up with the average cat, but she can keep this up for moments at best before having to concede defeat. This also hampers her hunting significantly, and as a result she tends to hide and wait for prey to pass by, or to dig into their dens.
History | minimum of ten sentence description. SHOULD be done in third person
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp