Post by ☾ϟnightϟ☽ on Jul 16, 2011 0:07:23 GMT -5
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Name:
Coalpelt
Age:
23 Moons
Gender:
Tom cat
Clan:
ShadowClan
Position:
Warrior
Description:
Coalpelt is a mid-sized, muscular tomcat. He has callused pads under his sturdy large paws that act as sheathes for claws as sharp as knives. His pelt is Coal black with a tad of chocolate for a hue. The pelt itself is smooth and short haired. Coalpelt's tail is perfectly in proportion with the rest of his body. His muzzle is shorter than most cat's. The tomcat's eyes are a shade of honey that has an amber glow to them. In general he is quite the handsome tomcat.
Personality:
Coalpelt has all the aspects and ideals of the stereotypical ShadowClan Warrior. He is Sly and plans everything accordingly and does everything within his power to come out the victor. He is a very intelligent feline who always has some sort of plan for everything, and should that plan fail, you can be certain that he will have another one following shortly behind. However, there is a certain part of Coalpelt that makes others, whether they be from his Clan or not, question him. He always seems to be up to something and regardless of how many times he's asked his answer will always, always remain the same: 'Nothing.'
When it comes to she-cats Coalpelt looks at them more as friends than anything. He would rather just go hunting and use them for his miscellaneous plots. He has thought about having a mate a few times but never really wanted one.
History:
Coalpelt has had an average Clan life, he started out as a kit in the Nursery with his mother Bluefur and his father died before he really got to know him, his name was Trenchclaw. He was an only kit, so he felt that he had special privileges in the Nursery and that he was more important. However, he never let any of the rest of the kits know of his thoughts. Coalpelt started with his ingenious planning at the age of 3 moons. He watched from the Nursery and the Clearing as the leader spoke and would sneak into special meetings between the warriors and the deputy for battle strategies and defense mechanisms. After he had heard enough he would go back to the nursery or sit in the clearing refining and correcting all of their simple errors.
As an apprentice he was swift in advancement, proving himself to have makings of an excellent Warrior. His mentor, Shortwhisker, was severely impressed with his trainee. He received praise and was rarely scolded for his errors. Although he has made them. Once he was on Border Patrol and his mind got to thinking about his first Gathering. It was something that he was truly looking forward to. To look upon the faces from all of the Clans, and obviously insult them in his mind until he passed out, was something that he had dreamed of doing to quite a while. When he was thinking his paws unintentionally took him across the border and he walked straight into a Warrior from ThunderClan. It was a simple mistake, but when he called the Warrior a useless piece of fur and he should get out of ShadowClan Territory there was some hostility and embarrassing reality to face.
Then the day came that he had been looking forward to his entire life, the moment that he became a Warrior. He took his name with great pride, pleased to be rid of the surname 'paw'. He sat vigil in complete silence, but his mind was completely and utterly reeling. Not about becoming a Warrior, but of what the Clan could do to keep the overly proud ThunderClan out of their fur and as far away as possible. However, he looked up at the dreary sky and found some peace of mind with StarClan, remembering who and what he was. He wasn't some kitty pet whose only responsibility was to entertain the filthy Two-Legs. He was a Warrior of the most dangerous Clan in existence. His body swelled with pride and then his Term seemed to fly. Now he is a respected member of his Clan. However, he still thinks that he is the most brilliant of all Four Clans.
Coalpelt [Vixion(Mystic)]
Male|23 moons|Honey Amber|Dark Chocolaty Coal|Sly|Calculating|Suspicious|
Name:
Coalpelt
Age:
23 Moons
Gender:
Tom cat
Clan:
ShadowClan
Position:
Warrior
Description:
Coalpelt is a mid-sized, muscular tomcat. He has callused pads under his sturdy large paws that act as sheathes for claws as sharp as knives. His pelt is Coal black with a tad of chocolate for a hue. The pelt itself is smooth and short haired. Coalpelt's tail is perfectly in proportion with the rest of his body. His muzzle is shorter than most cat's. The tomcat's eyes are a shade of honey that has an amber glow to them. In general he is quite the handsome tomcat.
Personality:
Coalpelt has all the aspects and ideals of the stereotypical ShadowClan Warrior. He is Sly and plans everything accordingly and does everything within his power to come out the victor. He is a very intelligent feline who always has some sort of plan for everything, and should that plan fail, you can be certain that he will have another one following shortly behind. However, there is a certain part of Coalpelt that makes others, whether they be from his Clan or not, question him. He always seems to be up to something and regardless of how many times he's asked his answer will always, always remain the same: 'Nothing.'
When it comes to she-cats Coalpelt looks at them more as friends than anything. He would rather just go hunting and use them for his miscellaneous plots. He has thought about having a mate a few times but never really wanted one.
History:
Coalpelt has had an average Clan life, he started out as a kit in the Nursery with his mother Bluefur and his father died before he really got to know him, his name was Trenchclaw. He was an only kit, so he felt that he had special privileges in the Nursery and that he was more important. However, he never let any of the rest of the kits know of his thoughts. Coalpelt started with his ingenious planning at the age of 3 moons. He watched from the Nursery and the Clearing as the leader spoke and would sneak into special meetings between the warriors and the deputy for battle strategies and defense mechanisms. After he had heard enough he would go back to the nursery or sit in the clearing refining and correcting all of their simple errors.
As an apprentice he was swift in advancement, proving himself to have makings of an excellent Warrior. His mentor, Shortwhisker, was severely impressed with his trainee. He received praise and was rarely scolded for his errors. Although he has made them. Once he was on Border Patrol and his mind got to thinking about his first Gathering. It was something that he was truly looking forward to. To look upon the faces from all of the Clans, and obviously insult them in his mind until he passed out, was something that he had dreamed of doing to quite a while. When he was thinking his paws unintentionally took him across the border and he walked straight into a Warrior from ThunderClan. It was a simple mistake, but when he called the Warrior a useless piece of fur and he should get out of ShadowClan Territory there was some hostility and embarrassing reality to face.
Then the day came that he had been looking forward to his entire life, the moment that he became a Warrior. He took his name with great pride, pleased to be rid of the surname 'paw'. He sat vigil in complete silence, but his mind was completely and utterly reeling. Not about becoming a Warrior, but of what the Clan could do to keep the overly proud ThunderClan out of their fur and as far away as possible. However, he looked up at the dreary sky and found some peace of mind with StarClan, remembering who and what he was. He wasn't some kitty pet whose only responsibility was to entertain the filthy Two-Legs. He was a Warrior of the most dangerous Clan in existence. His body swelled with pride and then his Term seemed to fly. Now he is a respected member of his Clan. However, he still thinks that he is the most brilliant of all Four Clans.
Coalpelt [Vixion(Mystic)]
Male|23 moons|Honey Amber|Dark Chocolaty Coal|Sly|Calculating|Suspicious|
