Post by Seraphinu on Aug 13, 2008 12:39:10 GMT -5
Name: Timbermoon
Gender: Male
Age: 54 moons
Alliance: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: He is muscular and well built, with slightly large paws and thick muscles. He is a dark gray tabby with black stripes and spots. His fur is course and scar riddled but still well kept. His dark, yellow green eyes confirm his rank as a senior warrior, telling his experiences better than his scarred pelt and his hard, always sharpened claws.
Personality: He is reserved and thoughtful, always ready to cast his opinion when needed. He has much experience to show for, and deeply respects Eclipsedstar though he is much older. He watched the tom grow up in ShadowClan, and feels especially close, always ready to offer advice. He finds the eager and bold apprentices a constant source of amusement, and finds self-satisfaction when he has trained one into a respectable warrior. He knows the Warrior Code to a tee, and is slightly stiff when it comes to tradition and StarClan rites.
History: Despite the respect his Clan holds for him, Timbermoon was, in fact, not born into the Clan. A loner crossed into ShadowClan’s territory. The natural instinct to run off intruders spurred the patrol that had found her into action, chasing her away. But they hadn’t expected the bundle that had been dropped in the confusion. Timberkit had been brought back to ShadowClan, in the hopes that he could be raised into a respectable warrior.
It was soon revealed that Timberpaw had proved to be eager to learn, yet somewhat unruly towards his mentor. But after experience and discipline, he turned into the strong and capable warrior that had been foreseen and desired.
Roleplay Example:
Timbermoon trotted into camp, his jaws filled with fresh-kill. He had led a very successful hunting patrol. Two warriors and an apprentice fell into step behind him, also bearing food for the Clan. Each of them dropped their catches onto the fresh-kill pile, and the apprentice left the camp again to get more, flanked by the warrior. He meowed a ‘well done’ to the apprentice before he left. Slowly the Clan was recovering, and he looked around, noticing the progress of patching the holes that LostClan had caused, and how much work still needed to be done. Few of the warriors had escaped the battle unscathed, and even Timbermoon tried not to limp, the wound on his shoulder stinging badly. The needs of the Clan would always come before his own, despite the protests of his medicine cat.
Codeword: Bluefire
