Post by hemoglobin on Jan 17, 2011 13:39:51 GMT -5
Name: Tigerstripe
Clan: Rogue, former loner
Age: 79 moons
Rank: N/A
Gender: Tom
Physical Appearance: Tigerstripe is a handsome and lean dappled tom with a dark tabby coat. He has a basis of a golden amber pygment with an unusual warm pale dye that bunches up with his darker speckels, outlining his bright copper jacket. His powerful frame and long claws reveal his Bloodclan ancestors. He has enlarged, chisel emboidemended, upper and lower front jaws, which flush in rage once they are revealed. Stains run down his spine besides his broad shoulders. His orange eyes, which are slightly walnut shaped, glow with a fierce intensity. His thick pelt helps him survive the worst leaf-bares. The tips of Tigerstipe’s hairs are silver, and give his pelt a gorgeous shine. His body is semi-skinny and lithe, with paws slightly bigger than normal to help battle against the river's current near the Riverclan camp. The leathery pads on his paws and nose have a slate-blue color. His ears are large and pointed, with a touch of pale pink on their insides. Tigerstripe's fur is on the short-side, along with his snow-white whiskers. His eyes also own a piercing twinkle and bloom its beam with the sun, usually bursting out his feelings.
Picture: [x]
Personality: Tigerstripe can be the savage and woeful tom that makes his foes crumple from the inside, or either the timid and humble cat that loves everybody and makes you see the beauty of life. He has two puzzling and complex personalities, both of them mostly formed out by the environment he is on. Wether he’s with the ones that share his dreadful roots, this tom turns grissly and hostile, merciless and despiceful, so acute and bitter, anyone that he’s aiming to will have an urge to kill him. This dark side of him was created by the shadowy past and family he has been cursed to live with. Because he’s so doubtful about his heritage and decitions, he doesn’t have a proper home or clan to trust, making him unloyal and treacherous, unlike the Bloodclanners he once lived with, who would put their clan infront of anything. After being exiled from his rogue clan and loosing his respect and honor, this tom became a dangerous outcast, seeking a new home and life. But besides his wicked personality, a sweet one lays. Tigerstripe may be appealing and enchanting only when he wants to. This personality is only loosened to weaker ones, including kits and elders. Its very seldom, for he is ashamed at himself when he acts tenderly towards others and would instantly switch to his grieving character. He hardily has friends or cats in whom he can trust, for he’s too entangled in his two contrasting masks, and only aveible to a cat that’s smart enough to understand them. But no matter which mask he’s using, Tigerstripe is bold and clever, more than the average clan cat.
History: Tigerstripe was born in the Bloodclan camp’s crooked burrow, near the border of the Riverclan camp, on a cold leaf-bare night. His birth bought his two pure Bloodclan parents disgust and disturb, for they didn’t expected a kit. Since their clan was constantly moving dueto the threads they suffered in their rotten nests, all the Bloodclanners headed for a new home, abandoning the feeble creature in the putrified place he had born, when he was only one moon old. Anxious to prove his strenght, Tigerkit followed them in their journey without looking back. All his clanmates were astonished by his intelligence and sturdyness and instantly accepted him back in their clan. He grew up with his two blood thristy and depraved parents, along with the other defiled members of his filthy clan. Everyday, his small mind was corrupted and infected with despiceful and loathful feelings, the ones dedicated for the revenge the Bloodclanners badly desired to accomplish and the obnoxious but yet pleasant emotion they all shared with might: murder. Tigerkit soon became Tigerpaw, a tom full with virtues but crammed with hate. He became a worthy member due to his sleek and strong body, envied by some, loved by others. On a dark and desolated night, the Bloodclan cats assalted the Thunderclan camp. The small apprentice fought with all the knowledge he had aquired in his few moons of live, grinning everytime blood brushed his claws. Between the ambush, an unexpected surprise arrived. A group of Twolegs arose from the darkness. One of them kidnapped Tigerpaw, despite his aspiration to escape. Hours later, they left with the Bloodclanner in their possesion. The young tom fainted in horror at their sight, for they were repulsive creatures. A sun ray woke him up the next morning. He found himself over a soft and comfty...nest. It was smooth with a creamy coat that stroked his paws, poolishing his claws colored in blood. Tigerpaw smiled for first time in his live, but not in the delight of killing, but in the charm of this object. His fun was spoiled when a twoleg entered the room. She was smaller than the ones that had captured him with a long and pink dress. Her eyes gleamed in benevolence over the young apprentice while her hands rozed over his fluffed pelt. Not long passed after Tigerpaw gained his new name, Drew, a pampered kittypet who lived in a luxurious home and was granted tons of food. He was living a good live, a live with out pain or sufferment, a live with out malevonlence, a one he would have never lived with his parents. His disdain slowly banished and was being replaced by affection. When things couldn’t get better, Drew’s past striked. On an icy and frozy night, the Bloodclanners found him and decoyed him from his priviledges and love. He was relunctant lo leave, but he was threatened by Plague, Bloodclan’s leader. After some moons, Drew became Tigerstripe, prooving his skills and tallents once again to the ones of his kind. Due to his superior inctellent, he was choosen to kill Thunderclan’s medicine cat, Spottedleaf. The brave tom couldn’t deny such order and creapt into the camp. But when he saw the charm the she-cat owned, he relinquished back and barraged his clan in rebelty. No body could catch up to his constancy and potential, not even Plague. He was banned from Bloodclan with acrimony, for he would have been a great adition to them. But despite his granted wish, this exile gave Tigerstripe his fuming personality back. Alone and puzzled, the dappled tom returned back to his original home in the Riverclan border. He stayed in there for some days in the attempt to clear his mind. But something unexpected happened. New-leaf had already arrived and he was resting casually below the sun, its rays dancing gracefully over his body. From the bushes, a Riverclan couple emerged. Tigerstripe reactioned in rage, but they recoiled in plea. They became a pleasant chat, the one the former Bloodclanner had never had with anybody. Moons passed and the three cats became very attached to each other. The she-cat’s name, Ravenwing, was Skystorm’s mate. They were expecting kits. Everyday, they came to Tigerstripe’s burrow to greet them. But what they didn’t know was the hazard that lurked in the shadows. On the seventh moon of their friendship, the two Riverclanners had slept with Tigerstripe, for an ambush they didn’t want to be part of was striking their camp. And it ocurred. The menace that abided them in the darkness buffeted them. They were murdered in a horrendous and abhorent way, the one Tigerstripe witnessed. Their corpses laid on the blood-dyed water, plain, solid. The pesky character he owned grew. He wandered aimlessly for some weeks, confused and bewildered of how to proceed on with his live. But as an irksome miracle, the golden warrior found the clan of rogues that now dominated the forrest. He laggardly joined, for they weren’t as savage as the Bloodclanners. Tigerstripe has been leaving as a loner, half rogue, ever since in the forrest of the clans.
Rping Example:
~With his good personality~
Long shadows slid down the crests of tawny sand, covering the flight of dusk in black. Fading outlines of the river stood blurred against the blank reds and goldens of the sunset. The sun danced blood-red on the water, a reminder of how the blood of many cats had tainted the water moons before. Clouds trained on the edges of the horizon, promising a damp outlook for the following day. Though, the sun hit the colors just right, and a faint, prism-like glow bathed the clearing. The wind sighed gently through the barren branches, whispering untold secrets along the trees. Dust stirred up around the bank, swirling around a slender-framed feline. He stepped lithely, silently around the rocks and sticks, making his way to the strangely calm edge of the water.
The sweet scent of prey drifted from the woods that bordered the beach. Tigerstripe took a long, deep, crisp breath, inhaling the cool night air. He could rivet her mind on many businesses. The rusted silver frame of Tigerstripe settled on the yellowed grass, curled tightly into a ball, tail over nose, eyes fluttering open and closed. Water rushed in the river near to him, and the war far-off sounds of rustling and movement. It was the sound of night. Night had always comfortedT Tigerstripe. Night was an energy, night was a mystery. Night was a part of him. Tigerstripe feared the late hours of night, though. That was the time that Ravenwing and Skystorm were killed. No one would distinguish who or what had killed them. Everybody was afraid to. It wasn't cat nor beast, as far as RiverClan or he could tell. Tigerstripe shivered at the though of unnatural scores along their flanks, the pure terror in their eyes. A tear dropped to the ground, and then Tigerstripe shook his head.
Clan: Rogue, former loner
Age: 79 moons
Rank: N/A
Gender: Tom
Physical Appearance: Tigerstripe is a handsome and lean dappled tom with a dark tabby coat. He has a basis of a golden amber pygment with an unusual warm pale dye that bunches up with his darker speckels, outlining his bright copper jacket. His powerful frame and long claws reveal his Bloodclan ancestors. He has enlarged, chisel emboidemended, upper and lower front jaws, which flush in rage once they are revealed. Stains run down his spine besides his broad shoulders. His orange eyes, which are slightly walnut shaped, glow with a fierce intensity. His thick pelt helps him survive the worst leaf-bares. The tips of Tigerstipe’s hairs are silver, and give his pelt a gorgeous shine. His body is semi-skinny and lithe, with paws slightly bigger than normal to help battle against the river's current near the Riverclan camp. The leathery pads on his paws and nose have a slate-blue color. His ears are large and pointed, with a touch of pale pink on their insides. Tigerstripe's fur is on the short-side, along with his snow-white whiskers. His eyes also own a piercing twinkle and bloom its beam with the sun, usually bursting out his feelings.
Picture: [x]
Personality: Tigerstripe can be the savage and woeful tom that makes his foes crumple from the inside, or either the timid and humble cat that loves everybody and makes you see the beauty of life. He has two puzzling and complex personalities, both of them mostly formed out by the environment he is on. Wether he’s with the ones that share his dreadful roots, this tom turns grissly and hostile, merciless and despiceful, so acute and bitter, anyone that he’s aiming to will have an urge to kill him. This dark side of him was created by the shadowy past and family he has been cursed to live with. Because he’s so doubtful about his heritage and decitions, he doesn’t have a proper home or clan to trust, making him unloyal and treacherous, unlike the Bloodclanners he once lived with, who would put their clan infront of anything. After being exiled from his rogue clan and loosing his respect and honor, this tom became a dangerous outcast, seeking a new home and life. But besides his wicked personality, a sweet one lays. Tigerstripe may be appealing and enchanting only when he wants to. This personality is only loosened to weaker ones, including kits and elders. Its very seldom, for he is ashamed at himself when he acts tenderly towards others and would instantly switch to his grieving character. He hardily has friends or cats in whom he can trust, for he’s too entangled in his two contrasting masks, and only aveible to a cat that’s smart enough to understand them. But no matter which mask he’s using, Tigerstripe is bold and clever, more than the average clan cat.
History: Tigerstripe was born in the Bloodclan camp’s crooked burrow, near the border of the Riverclan camp, on a cold leaf-bare night. His birth bought his two pure Bloodclan parents disgust and disturb, for they didn’t expected a kit. Since their clan was constantly moving dueto the threads they suffered in their rotten nests, all the Bloodclanners headed for a new home, abandoning the feeble creature in the putrified place he had born, when he was only one moon old. Anxious to prove his strenght, Tigerkit followed them in their journey without looking back. All his clanmates were astonished by his intelligence and sturdyness and instantly accepted him back in their clan. He grew up with his two blood thristy and depraved parents, along with the other defiled members of his filthy clan. Everyday, his small mind was corrupted and infected with despiceful and loathful feelings, the ones dedicated for the revenge the Bloodclanners badly desired to accomplish and the obnoxious but yet pleasant emotion they all shared with might: murder. Tigerkit soon became Tigerpaw, a tom full with virtues but crammed with hate. He became a worthy member due to his sleek and strong body, envied by some, loved by others. On a dark and desolated night, the Bloodclan cats assalted the Thunderclan camp. The small apprentice fought with all the knowledge he had aquired in his few moons of live, grinning everytime blood brushed his claws. Between the ambush, an unexpected surprise arrived. A group of Twolegs arose from the darkness. One of them kidnapped Tigerpaw, despite his aspiration to escape. Hours later, they left with the Bloodclanner in their possesion. The young tom fainted in horror at their sight, for they were repulsive creatures. A sun ray woke him up the next morning. He found himself over a soft and comfty...nest. It was smooth with a creamy coat that stroked his paws, poolishing his claws colored in blood. Tigerpaw smiled for first time in his live, but not in the delight of killing, but in the charm of this object. His fun was spoiled when a twoleg entered the room. She was smaller than the ones that had captured him with a long and pink dress. Her eyes gleamed in benevolence over the young apprentice while her hands rozed over his fluffed pelt. Not long passed after Tigerpaw gained his new name, Drew, a pampered kittypet who lived in a luxurious home and was granted tons of food. He was living a good live, a live with out pain or sufferment, a live with out malevonlence, a one he would have never lived with his parents. His disdain slowly banished and was being replaced by affection. When things couldn’t get better, Drew’s past striked. On an icy and frozy night, the Bloodclanners found him and decoyed him from his priviledges and love. He was relunctant lo leave, but he was threatened by Plague, Bloodclan’s leader. After some moons, Drew became Tigerstripe, prooving his skills and tallents once again to the ones of his kind. Due to his superior inctellent, he was choosen to kill Thunderclan’s medicine cat, Spottedleaf. The brave tom couldn’t deny such order and creapt into the camp. But when he saw the charm the she-cat owned, he relinquished back and barraged his clan in rebelty. No body could catch up to his constancy and potential, not even Plague. He was banned from Bloodclan with acrimony, for he would have been a great adition to them. But despite his granted wish, this exile gave Tigerstripe his fuming personality back. Alone and puzzled, the dappled tom returned back to his original home in the Riverclan border. He stayed in there for some days in the attempt to clear his mind. But something unexpected happened. New-leaf had already arrived and he was resting casually below the sun, its rays dancing gracefully over his body. From the bushes, a Riverclan couple emerged. Tigerstripe reactioned in rage, but they recoiled in plea. They became a pleasant chat, the one the former Bloodclanner had never had with anybody. Moons passed and the three cats became very attached to each other. The she-cat’s name, Ravenwing, was Skystorm’s mate. They were expecting kits. Everyday, they came to Tigerstripe’s burrow to greet them. But what they didn’t know was the hazard that lurked in the shadows. On the seventh moon of their friendship, the two Riverclanners had slept with Tigerstripe, for an ambush they didn’t want to be part of was striking their camp. And it ocurred. The menace that abided them in the darkness buffeted them. They were murdered in a horrendous and abhorent way, the one Tigerstripe witnessed. Their corpses laid on the blood-dyed water, plain, solid. The pesky character he owned grew. He wandered aimlessly for some weeks, confused and bewildered of how to proceed on with his live. But as an irksome miracle, the golden warrior found the clan of rogues that now dominated the forrest. He laggardly joined, for they weren’t as savage as the Bloodclanners. Tigerstripe has been leaving as a loner, half rogue, ever since in the forrest of the clans.
Rping Example:
~With his good personality~
Long shadows slid down the crests of tawny sand, covering the flight of dusk in black. Fading outlines of the river stood blurred against the blank reds and goldens of the sunset. The sun danced blood-red on the water, a reminder of how the blood of many cats had tainted the water moons before. Clouds trained on the edges of the horizon, promising a damp outlook for the following day. Though, the sun hit the colors just right, and a faint, prism-like glow bathed the clearing. The wind sighed gently through the barren branches, whispering untold secrets along the trees. Dust stirred up around the bank, swirling around a slender-framed feline. He stepped lithely, silently around the rocks and sticks, making his way to the strangely calm edge of the water.
The sweet scent of prey drifted from the woods that bordered the beach. Tigerstripe took a long, deep, crisp breath, inhaling the cool night air. He could rivet her mind on many businesses. The rusted silver frame of Tigerstripe settled on the yellowed grass, curled tightly into a ball, tail over nose, eyes fluttering open and closed. Water rushed in the river near to him, and the war far-off sounds of rustling and movement. It was the sound of night. Night had always comfortedT Tigerstripe. Night was an energy, night was a mystery. Night was a part of him. Tigerstripe feared the late hours of night, though. That was the time that Ravenwing and Skystorm were killed. No one would distinguish who or what had killed them. Everybody was afraid to. It wasn't cat nor beast, as far as RiverClan or he could tell. Tigerstripe shivered at the though of unnatural scores along their flanks, the pure terror in their eyes. A tear dropped to the ground, and then Tigerstripe shook his head.
