Post by Piratez <3 on Jun 3, 2007 20:47:14 GMT -5
Name: Sableclaw
Age: 32 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Deputy
Clan: ThunderClan
History:
Age: 32 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Deputy
Clan: ThunderClan
History:
Apperance:
We start way, back, before the beginning of his parents. His mother was spawned a daughter of two kittypets taken into the clan after the bomb struck. His father was a rouge's son. He has a mottled history, but in such a life that the Clans live now, it doesn't matter. Most are grateful he or any other cat is alive. Not many cats are purely Clan-born anymore.
As a kit, Sableclaw played roughest of his siblings, always leader. He'd paw and bat at them until he had them pinned down and squealing for their mother, at which time his mother would pick him up with a chuckle, knowing he wasn't meaning any harm.
As an apprentice, Sableclaw was a skilled hunter, an agile fighter, and a logical thinker. There was only one fllaw in him that kept him from warriorship until 12 moons: He wouldn't help another cat to save its life. He didn't care about anything. At least, not then. Some say he never cared for a single thing in his life. But if I agreed with them, we'd all be wrong.
As a warrior, Sableclaw, he fell in love. She was a gray tabby of ThunderClan. Her name was (Lola, she was a show girl... Lol ) Quickstrike. She was the only one that understood him the way he was, a soft-hearted, gentle cat. They were inseperable for so many moons, sleeping, eating, hunting and even fighting together.Only fourteen moons later, he was made deputy. His life was taking an incredible turn.Then, the unthinkable happened. Just when Sableclaw started to blossom into the strong, caring, daring, gentle and fericely loyal cat he is today, his world crashed down around him.
The next moon, Quickstrike kitted Sableclaw's litter. There were four (And then there were four... *singsong voice* XD I crack myself up) kits: Maskedkit, Blossomkit, Jadekit and Cliffkit. The kitting went horribly and fatally wrong, in a way that only happens once in a blue moon. They all died. All but one. Maskedkit, the lone survivor. Quickstrike, Blossomkit, Jadekit and Cliffkit were all gone. And so Maskedkit was raised not knowing who his real father was, raised by another queen and with 'fake' siblings. Maybe, one day, when he's older, Sableclaw will thell him the truth... but not today. Maskedpaw, now, is only seven moons.
Sableclaw is a dark tabby cat, with an extrodinarily patterened coat. From far away, he seems harmless and plain. But get up close and personal, and you'll see how wrong you were.Personality:
If you look close enough, his pupils are a dark green color, like the oldest, firmest leaves. His eyes flash coldly when he is angry or annoyed, and he is built broad and muscular. His claws are a pale ivory, matching his fangs and longish whiskers. He has a way of convincing a cat to do something, no matter how ridiculous it really is. His facial features are discreet and rather unimportant, but his small, pointed ears draw much attention. His muzzle is blanketed in a soft, dark brown, ending in an off-white colour, like his back left paw.
Sableclaw is not an outgoing cat. He doesn't care what others think of him, but he would do anything to help one of his Clan. His heart is really gentle, but from the outsiders' view, he seems heartless. He barely experiences any emotions, only indifference, loyalty and a feirce love for his only kit. And one emotion that is rarely felt by anyone, cat, human, or otherwise: true, pure grief.
He is despondent. His life fell apart a while ago, and now, he focuses all energy onto his Deputy duties and helping his Clan.When he is angry, he doesn't show it like any normal cat does. His eyes turn cold, his irises go pale. He may do nothing but stare at you coldly, whiskers twitching. Or he may brush you off with a bitter remark, but he never loses his temper. He never had a temper to lose. This is not to say he is not a frightening cat. No, his lack of emotion just makes him more intimidating. He doesn't mean to be this way, but it is, quite simply, unable to change. He'd need a miracle.
