Post by spottedpelt on Mar 22, 2014 2:30:45 GMT
[Basics]
| Name: Snakehead |
| Gender: Tom | Age: 12 Moons |
| Clan: Shadowclan | Rank: Warrior |
[Relations]
| Mother: Blackstorm | Father: Night-tiger |
| Littermates: Shadestrike |
| Mentor: Darkfrost | Apprentice: -open- |
| Mate: -open- | Kits: N/A |
| Friends: -open- | Foes: -open- |
[Appearance]
Summary: A grey and black tabby tom with a slightly above average size and dark green eyes. His fur is coarse and usually in need of a good grooming.
Eyes: His dark green eyes are nearly black and they seem to have beads of lighter speaks when seen up close. He constantly averts his eyes and will stare at others with a suspicious-like sideways glance. It's hard to maintain eye contact with this tom since he has a very unsettling and unreadable gaze, though he's usually the one to look away first.
Pelt: He has a very pale grey undercoat, with several different shades of darker grey stripes interlacing one another along his short double layered coat. He has loose black tabby stripes etched along his rough pelt. His toes are white, though usually they are so dirty that no one can tell. He's not one to take a keen interest in a thorough grooming, but thankfully his fur is not the type to get matted. His fur is thick yet coarse, keeping him warm and comfortable despite the debris that is constantly caught in his coat.
Built: He's not the tallest or bulkiest (chocolate) tom in his clan, though he is above the average size of a cat. Most of his muscle and strength is located in his shoulders, along his back and hind legs. His tail and paws are average, yet his dark claws and white fangs are exceedingly sharp and strong. His head is wedge-shaped, with small ears and long dark whiskers. He is surprisingly agile and sure footed though he's usually one to stalk through the shadows.
[Personality]
Fears: This feline suffers from an irrational fear of thunder and lightning. Loud noises will make him freeze momentarily but it's thunder that truly makes him terrified. Bright flashes of any kind will cause him to be paralyzed in fear.
Goals: This is a tom who doesn't have any great ambition; he has no real goals after he became a Warrior, though he is desperate to find a goal. He wishes to seek a purpose in life and find out how his fate will unravel. He wishes to understand more in life...
Likes: He loves the dark and feels completely at home in tight or narrow spaces. He enjoys swimming in the swamp, despite the smell and he can't get enough of stargazing. His favorite time of day is the night, and his favorite season is Greenleaf; for it's the best time of year when the night is most alive. His favorite freshkill are shrews, though they're a rare delicacy for him.
Dislikes: He is unbearably uncomfortable when it's too bright or when left in a very open space. He's also easily unsettled when with others and especially when anyone has their attention on him. Sunhigh is the time he dislikes the most and Leafbare is the season he doesn't like. His least favorite freshkill are birds; he can't stand how many feathers they have.
General: He was always the shy feline, since the day he was born; he is quiet and withdrawn, yet he never really comes across as such because he hides it with anger and false bravado. He has always appeared like a sulking and grumpy tom, even to his family... for he never had an easy time opening up to anyone. He keeps to himself and rarely expresses his true feelings or thoughts and often gives off the impression of an aggressive and unapproachable cat. He has never known a friend, though the closest to become one was his brother.
[History]
Background: Blackstorm was always a hardworking warrior with a thirst for something more; she careened her way through every challenge that come across her path and Night-tiger had fallen ears over tail for her. He was her rival at first and he had even tormented her when they were kits, but it was toward the end of their apprenticeship when he realized how he felt about her. He instantly began his quest in capturing her heart, which turned out to take many many moons.
Kithood: Snakekit and Shadekit were born during a rainless storm... it was a time when the food was scarce from arid conditions. The lack of water made the prey much harder to find and Night-tiger was often out for a great deal of time to provide for his expecting mate. When his sons were finally born... he had not been there and he had disappeared. A tom from one of the search parties had spotted the body of a cat down the bottom of the ravine. The two young tomkits grew up without a father yet their mother made up for the lack of one parents. She poured her heart and soul into raising her two beloved kits and watched with pride when they were apprenticed.
Apprenticeship: Snakepaw was given his uncle as a Mentor, yet it was a decision that was not taken lightly. Darkfrost was a strict Warrior and he demanded much from the subdued Apprentice who seemed to lack any sort of motivation. Every second was a lesson and the Mentor and Apprentice became close in their own way. Shadepaw was seen less and less for he also happened to have a strict Mentor, yet every time Snakepaw met with him he seemed to get more and more arrogant; not a day went by when Shadepaw wasn't challenging his brother, to the point when some questioned if their rivalry had gone too far.
Warrior moons: Snakehead had only recently become a Warrior but he was no more thrilled at his ceremony then he was at his Apprentice ceremony. He held an air of pride and accomplishment, but there was also something off about him... he was more secluded and distant then ever, even for him. He felt empty and lost and to this day he strives to find someway to fill the empty space that opened up inside of himself.
[Other]
Social Standings/Skill: Some of his clanmates wonder if he wasn't intended to be born into Riverclan and that Starclan simply made a mistake in sending him to Shadowclan. Then they would begin to joke about how Riverclan wouldn't taken him because of his smell, or that Starclan couldn't wait for a Queen to take him anywhere else. For it's his skill that made the others wonder to begin with, his skill of swimming in the swamp, being patient (at least when it doesn't involve other cats) and moving with surprising grace.
Voice: He doesn't talk much but when he does he either yowls or growls with a voice that sounds raspy and raw, however this is only because his nerves make him too tense. It is rare when he talk with his usual voice, which is low and a bit gruff yet also soft and gentle with an oddly reassuring tone.
Scent: No cat knows what his own very unique scent is like for he always smells like the swamp; since he enjoys to swim in it while he hunts he now has a seemingly permanent stink. Just underneath the stench is the smell of Shadowclan... (if one dares to go close enough to smell it.)
Origin: The name I choose for him derives from a very formidable fish, despite that I felt that he was best suited for Shadowclan. His profile grew from there.
Note: *Things may be added and modified as myself and my character grow and develop.
[RP Sample]
Dark green eyes glowed in the night as a silent figure blended into the shadows within the night. A sleek body padded carefully through the network of tree roots as he clung to the darkest parts of the territories. It was as if this creature was a part of night itself.
Then the feline stopped and tipped his head back so that his distant gaze reflected the beauty of the starry sky. Was his father up there? Were his ancestors watching him? He hoped they were... for he wasn't sure if he could handle being truly alone...
Snakepaw shook his head before glancing around and flicking his small ears in various directions. A rustle there: a mouse. A rustle here: the wind. Every little sound sent his heart skipping it's natural beat... and it frustrated him. He glared at his paws and carried onward. The swamp wasn't far now... and he had to face it.
The apprentice had reached it's edge now and he peered around himself anxiously, his slightly feathered tail lashing around in unease. His ears almost shot right out of his head when he heard wailing just behind the thick fog. He lowered himself to the ground and remained stock still. How much longer till dawn?!
Snakepaw shut his eyes for a moment, trying to focus on anything else but his fear... The sound of the night? No the sounds were frightening him; they sounded as deafening as thunder! The... the feel of the night, of the... water? He opened his eyes again and looked at his paws, where water was beginning to form.
He was slowly sinking under the soft bed of moss, but rather then be alarmed, the young tom found comfort in it. Tentatively he took a step into the grimy waters, his nose wrinkled in disgust at the stench but it wasn't long until he stopped thinking about the troubles which clouded his mind. He was weightless... and he felt free!
