Post by bringit on Nov 4, 2010 17:40:19 GMT -5
General Character Information
[/b][/size]Name Ravendusk
Age 3 summers
Gender Tom
Character Type Cat
Alliance - Shadowclan - possibly Lostclan
Rank - Warrior
Picture - OPTIONAL, but preferred.
Appearance - Ravendusk has long, dark (almost black) brown fur. You can only tell that it's brown when direct light hits it. His eyes are a dark amber, which - for some unknown reason - glow a deep blue in the night.
Personality - Ravendusk is a tom who isn't shy, not exactly unfriendly, nor malicious, but he does prefer to keep to himself. Some say that if his coat were black he would join Lostclan, but he denies such accusations at every turn. He dislikes being accused of things and other beings not believing him even if he's lying.
History - Ravendusk has an apprentice, Batpaw, and a sibling, Darkfeather.
Ravendusk once considered his life to be boringly Clan-mundane. He would wake up, his mentor would either take him hunting, patrolling, or give him chores. He was sure it would change when he became a warrior. He was wrong. It seemed to Ravendusk that life could never be exciting in a Clan. That is, until Lostclan began to attack the Clans. Once, his patrol attacked by these black cats, Ravendusk being almost spared and offered a part until the cats realized that Ravendusk's pelt was brown. After this attack Ravendusk began to think: was clan life truly that worth it? It being so boring, could he maybe convince Lostclan to accept him regardless of the color of his pelt? The only other cat he speaks of this to is his apprentice, a young tom with dark gray fur, who agrees.
Roleplay Example/History - 'Patrol, patrol, patrol,' thought Ravendusk. 'Hunt, hunt, hunt, clean, clean, clean...' He sighed. 'Boring. All of it, all of them.'
Ravendusk looked down at his apprentice, Batpaw, who looked back at him with the same bored expression.
Oh, how Ravendusk longed to be roaming the forests on his own! To hunt for himself, to rest and not have to think about patrols or chores... To be like Them!
He could still remember that day...
Ravendusk was in the back of the line of cats that made up the dawn patrol. He was in the back since he was the youngest warrior. 'Why shouldn't I be in front? Or at least the middle instead of looking at the other cat's hindquarters!'
"Wait!" The cat in front sniffed the air.
"What is it?" called a cat that Ravendusk didn't know. The lead cat looked around and hissed:
"Intruders!"
Even as he said this black cats leaped from the dawn shadows, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. Ravendusk yowled in panic as the black cats pounced on his clan-mates, but for some reason leaving him alone. Surprisingly, the intruders allowed them to go free, but took chase of them snapping at their heels all the way out of sight.
"You," the largest black cat (which Ravendusk realized was a tom - they all were!) snapped.
"Me?" Ravendusk hadn't the slightest idea as to why he wasn't afraid in this moment. Oh well: at least he wasn't bored.
The large tom nodded.
"You did not run, but neither did you attempt to help your clanmates. Why?" Ravendusk shrugged.
"Dunno. I don't really care for them, nor do they for me. I guess... I don't think they deserved it." The tom looked at Ravendusk for a long moment then grinned.
"Good answer. My... co-workers and I... we're looking for new recruits. We're a part of Lostclan, if you hadn't realized that. Interested?" Ravendusk thought about this. Him? Become a Lostclanner? Could he refuse?... would he even want to?
"I-" he began when a sleeker black tom hissed as a sunbeam hit Ravendusk's coat.
"His pelt is brown!" spat the tom. The larger tom turned on Ravendusk, claws unsheathed and snarling.
"I'll have your ears for you lie, Forester!" Ravendusk turned tail and ran as fast as he could. As he ran all he could think was, 'Will I ever receive that chance again?'
In the present, all Ravendusk could think was, 'Oh... I should think so.[i/]
Codeword - Hope you were patient enough to read the rules
Bluefire
Note: My apologies for the length of the RP example, yet it is a part of the History as well.... The Plot Bunnies struck, so to speak.
