Post by Swimfast on Jun 26, 2009 11:14:05 GMT -5
Name: Scar
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Dead Plains
Rank: Warrior
Description: Scar is a ghostly white and gray color, his coat is uneven, tattered, and torn, from being in fights. His claws are long, and cracked, and his left ear is ripped. He only has one scar, it runs from the above his right eye, to the base of his neck, on his left side. He is a very large cat, and strong powerful muscles lay under his long fur. Scar had one amber eye, and the other eye is a pale blue.
Personality: Scar is like most other cats of the Dead Plains, although he is not as into fighting as the other cats. He will fight if that's what is asked of him, but not a daily activity. He is a very skilled fighter, and one of his very useful traits, is that he is an extremly fast runner, he can out run almost every cat. Scar may seem like a rude, and ruthless cat, but there is another side to him, that not many get to see.
History: Scar was born into a loner family, his Mother didn't want kits, so she left him alone, and ran off with his Father. Scar doesn't remembers any of his siblings, or have any idea who his parents were. A few days later his Mother came back, with a huge scar on her neck. His Mother and Father had been attacked by clan cats, because they were caught on their territory. His Father was taken prisinor by the clan, and never seen again. His Mother took him, and left near the Thunderpath, hoping either a clan cat, or a twoleg, would find him, and take care of him. She had known it wasn't safe for him to stay with her, and she didn't want him anway. She left again, and a couple minutes later, and Windclan patrol found him, and took him in. Scar was raised as a Windclan cat, was always playing too rough with the other kits, and didn't listen to his mentor as an apprentice. When he was made a warrior, he ofen didn't do what he was told, and occasionally got into fights with other clan members. So the leader yelled at him, and attacked him, giving him the scar, then, he wad forced out of the camp, and run off of the terriroty, and strayed around by himself. Then he was found by the Dead Plain cats, and since his Father had been quite a large cat, he was large, and muscular. The Dead Plain cats took advantage of him alone, and offered him a place in their group, not knowing who they were, he joined. Scar still doesn't like their ways, but he has no where else to go, and no clan will take him in, because of his reputation from living with the Dead Plain cats. He's tried to find another home, and always ends up in a fight. Ever since. he's been living on the Dead Plains, and following them around, and going to raid camps with them, but sometimes in a raid, he can be found watching, instead of fighting.
Roleplay Sample: Scar turned to the cat who he had been told to despose of, and quietly mewed, "Listen, I'm not going to hurt you, come with me." He trotted away from the other cats, and lead his prisinor away. When they were alone, he growled at her, "I'm supposed to leave you with a warning. I'm sorry." Scar lashed out with his claws, and slashed a cut across her shoulder. Then looked away, turned, and ran. He didn't like hurting other cats, who had done nothing wrong. Looking back at the now injured cat. He hissed at himself under his breath, then jumped back into a run, going to join his fellow cats. Whom he disliked, very much. Scar coughed as he inhaled the dust he had kicked up.
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Dead Plains
Rank: Warrior
Description: Scar is a ghostly white and gray color, his coat is uneven, tattered, and torn, from being in fights. His claws are long, and cracked, and his left ear is ripped. He only has one scar, it runs from the above his right eye, to the base of his neck, on his left side. He is a very large cat, and strong powerful muscles lay under his long fur. Scar had one amber eye, and the other eye is a pale blue.
Personality: Scar is like most other cats of the Dead Plains, although he is not as into fighting as the other cats. He will fight if that's what is asked of him, but not a daily activity. He is a very skilled fighter, and one of his very useful traits, is that he is an extremly fast runner, he can out run almost every cat. Scar may seem like a rude, and ruthless cat, but there is another side to him, that not many get to see.
History: Scar was born into a loner family, his Mother didn't want kits, so she left him alone, and ran off with his Father. Scar doesn't remembers any of his siblings, or have any idea who his parents were. A few days later his Mother came back, with a huge scar on her neck. His Mother and Father had been attacked by clan cats, because they were caught on their territory. His Father was taken prisinor by the clan, and never seen again. His Mother took him, and left near the Thunderpath, hoping either a clan cat, or a twoleg, would find him, and take care of him. She had known it wasn't safe for him to stay with her, and she didn't want him anway. She left again, and a couple minutes later, and Windclan patrol found him, and took him in. Scar was raised as a Windclan cat, was always playing too rough with the other kits, and didn't listen to his mentor as an apprentice. When he was made a warrior, he ofen didn't do what he was told, and occasionally got into fights with other clan members. So the leader yelled at him, and attacked him, giving him the scar, then, he wad forced out of the camp, and run off of the terriroty, and strayed around by himself. Then he was found by the Dead Plain cats, and since his Father had been quite a large cat, he was large, and muscular. The Dead Plain cats took advantage of him alone, and offered him a place in their group, not knowing who they were, he joined. Scar still doesn't like their ways, but he has no where else to go, and no clan will take him in, because of his reputation from living with the Dead Plain cats. He's tried to find another home, and always ends up in a fight. Ever since. he's been living on the Dead Plains, and following them around, and going to raid camps with them, but sometimes in a raid, he can be found watching, instead of fighting.
Roleplay Sample: Scar turned to the cat who he had been told to despose of, and quietly mewed, "Listen, I'm not going to hurt you, come with me." He trotted away from the other cats, and lead his prisinor away. When they were alone, he growled at her, "I'm supposed to leave you with a warning. I'm sorry." Scar lashed out with his claws, and slashed a cut across her shoulder. Then looked away, turned, and ran. He didn't like hurting other cats, who had done nothing wrong. Looking back at the now injured cat. He hissed at himself under his breath, then jumped back into a run, going to join his fellow cats. Whom he disliked, very much. Scar coughed as he inhaled the dust he had kicked up.
