Post by Seraphinu on Jul 3, 2008 8:59:18 GMT -5
Name: Rockfang 'Rock that Guards the Shadows'
Age: Twelve moons
Alliance: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Picture:
Appearance: He is slightly bulky and a little short, but makes up for it in strength. His outward appearance isn't all that intimidating though, because he hasn't filled out yet. He's somewhat awkward with his footing, so his walk is a little less than graceful. However, he has wonderful balance when it comes to hunting. His fur is slightly thick and solid grey. His eyes a dark green, somewhat olive color. They often reveal the depth of his thoughts and emotions.
Personality: He is a little strange, still retaining some mannerisms that stuck to him upon his early days among the Tribe. However, these have mostly faded now as he has adjusted to life in Riverclan. He never doubts that he made the right decision in coming here, if not for the way of life than for the relationships he has forged, especially those of Creamcloud and Fernkit, whom he sees as sisters. He mourns greatly for Otterpaw's death, for he had loved her more than any other cat. His dream is to become a great warrior and bring honor to himself and his clan. But don't be fooled- Rockpaw may seem somewhat shallow, but he has a big heart and is actually quite a complicated tom.
History: The son of Stormfur and Brook, Rockpaw was originally born in the Tribe of Rushing Water. However, he grew up hearing tales of the Clans from his father, and curiosity, as well as a longing to know the world his father had come from, Rockpaw decided to leave. Perhaps it was the will of Starclan, the Tribe of Endless Hunting, or both, that he left. Because he was born one of the eight heroes who would ultimately save the clans from destruction. However, he has only learned his fate recently. After taking serious wounds from battling Jag desperately to save his medicine cat, Rockpaw saw his grandmother, Silverstream in a dream which(while he didn't realize at the time) fortold his destiny. It was ultimately confirmed during a meeting of the leaders and the chosen apprentices, that he was indeed one of the Eight. Now he grapples with the idea of being a hero.
His destiny has been questioned as of late, when Otterpaw was suddenly stolen from him. The loss of his future mate has left him broken, and though he is recovering, he still feels the aching emptiness of that loss.
Codeword: bluefire
Age: Twelve moons
Alliance: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Picture:
Appearance: He is slightly bulky and a little short, but makes up for it in strength. His outward appearance isn't all that intimidating though, because he hasn't filled out yet. He's somewhat awkward with his footing, so his walk is a little less than graceful. However, he has wonderful balance when it comes to hunting. His fur is slightly thick and solid grey. His eyes a dark green, somewhat olive color. They often reveal the depth of his thoughts and emotions.
Personality: He is a little strange, still retaining some mannerisms that stuck to him upon his early days among the Tribe. However, these have mostly faded now as he has adjusted to life in Riverclan. He never doubts that he made the right decision in coming here, if not for the way of life than for the relationships he has forged, especially those of Creamcloud and Fernkit, whom he sees as sisters. He mourns greatly for Otterpaw's death, for he had loved her more than any other cat. His dream is to become a great warrior and bring honor to himself and his clan. But don't be fooled- Rockpaw may seem somewhat shallow, but he has a big heart and is actually quite a complicated tom.
History: The son of Stormfur and Brook, Rockpaw was originally born in the Tribe of Rushing Water. However, he grew up hearing tales of the Clans from his father, and curiosity, as well as a longing to know the world his father had come from, Rockpaw decided to leave. Perhaps it was the will of Starclan, the Tribe of Endless Hunting, or both, that he left. Because he was born one of the eight heroes who would ultimately save the clans from destruction. However, he has only learned his fate recently. After taking serious wounds from battling Jag desperately to save his medicine cat, Rockpaw saw his grandmother, Silverstream in a dream which(while he didn't realize at the time) fortold his destiny. It was ultimately confirmed during a meeting of the leaders and the chosen apprentices, that he was indeed one of the Eight. Now he grapples with the idea of being a hero.
His destiny has been questioned as of late, when Otterpaw was suddenly stolen from him. The loss of his future mate has left him broken, and though he is recovering, he still feels the aching emptiness of that loss.
Codeword: bluefire
