Post by EdRemedy on Feb 7, 2012 18:17:31 GMT -5
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Name:
WeaselClaw
Age:
37 moons
Gender:
Male
Clan:
Windclan
Position:
Deputy
Description:
The first thing you notice on this well-built young male Egyptian Mau
is his sleek, shining coat. Glistening in the sun, his coat carries colors
of wet-dry mud. For his base is a beautiful red-grey color that shows
only under his skinny body, being over-powered by the specked grey
cloud that takes over most of his coat. Weaselclaw's main distinction
from the rest of his clan is his dark spots that cover the top-half of his
body, slowly transforming into thick stripes down his tail, legs, and face.
A white gradient can be seen faintly on his chest, and strongly around
Weaselclaw's eyebrows, muzzle, and the inside of his fluffy ears.
You now notice this cat carries Windclan's well-known elongated, skinny
bodies, built to turbo through the forest like a rocket. As his breed, the
Egyptian Mau, carries these passable traits, he carries them proudly.
His tail is rather short, but still well at steering. Long, lanky legs make
this cat a bit taller than his clan-buddies, but much taller than a majority
of the other clan cats.
The thing that catches you most, however, are his vibrant green eyes,
an odd trait to see on a non-domesticated cat, let alone a house cat.
Many oogle and goggle over how unusually bright his eyes are, and it
is said his eyes carry a great amount of wisdom and young curiousity.
In all, Weaselclaw is tall and lanky, and resembles a wild-cat, carrying
his breed's dog-like personality and features.
Personality:
Weaselclaw's Mother said he had his father's 'suave'. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
He adored his father in the little time he had known him, and if he has his
charm, that's a positive thing.
He don't get the name pre-fix 'Weasel' for nothing. He am extremely observant
to details. It is in his best will to do what I can, and noticing small details
to make a plan work, or a hunt more succesful, then he shall use every sense
he has. Ears, eyes, nose, etc.
Something other's see as both positive and negative is the mere fact he is
and can be skeptical. It really depends on the current situation, and if you
have given good details to support your fact, then he is sure you can
convince his skeptism away.
He hates to say it, but in memory of his mother, he may have picked up her
habit of fawning over somebody too much. Let's hope he can keep that in
control, he is not as silly as his mother was.
History: Weaselclaw says, "As mother often tells me when fawning
over me, I was born young and strong, with my father's suave. Mothers. I was
my own sibling, my own brother, the only one of my litter. This is both good and
bad. Pro; No annoying little brats fighting for milk around me, and having
jealousy fill me to the tips of my paws. Con; Every singly moment mother
takes any chance to fawn over me and brag about me like I was the best thing
the clan ever got. So fun. It was at that time I knew I had to do something, so
I would always secret get 'lost' in the forest. I was eventually called "The wanderer."
My mother was always so frantic. I got tired of it.
The day of my becoming of an apprentice was horrible. Sure, it should be a
memorable, fun memory of my life, bur lords of Starclan, it was not. Mother,
of course, rapped and yipped, this and that, fur out of place here, fur out of
place there. I love her, of course, she and father gave me life, but good grief.
Embaressing. It was memorable alright. I'll skip the iffy jiffy about training, same
old thing. A few arguements, trespassers, foxes, things that would keep a young
apprentice occupied.
The day my mother passed was horrible, sickening, and depressing. This is where
the saying "You don't know what you have until it is lost" comes in. Same, I didn't
know what I had until it was gone. Taken by a wretched old badger, that idiot beast.
He took the life of a soul who only wanted to live a happy life with her son and mate.
I never realized how much I needed her constant support and care until it was gone
Her death took a toll on me, and I WILL remember the face of that badger.
It was that day I became a warrior. I had shown "bravery, and had done and
honorary action for the clan" by scaring the badger off. I felt differently. I felt
ashamed I couldn't have saved her life. Of course, I eventually got over it, and
seek the stars any time I need reassurance."
edit:
Weaselclaw
37 moons | Green | Spotted Grey | Suave | Extremely Observant | Somewhat clingy
EdRemedy
