Post by flint on Feb 16, 2009 13:19:34 GMT -7
Name: Flintclaw
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Deputy
Age (In moons): 25 Moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Flintclaw is a large, muscular tom with dark gray fur. His teeth are sharp and strong and his claws equally so. Not being as thin and willowy as most WindClan or RiverClan cats, Flintclaw sometimes has a difficult time trying to be stealthy. However, he makes up for it in brute force and strength. His eyes are golden brown, the usual color of many cats, and his fur is short. His coat make's it perfect for him to blend into the forest surroundings. His long, proud tail is usually held high as he pads through camp or anywhere else, and his general appearance tells most that he is very proud.
Personality: While being large and strong, Flintclaw isn't exactly one of the most social and friendly cat's that there are. While he can usually keep a civil tongue, he can also get ticked off very easily but he can usually control his anger. He is usually kind when roaming around camp, but when on a patrol, fighting, or talking to any other high ranked cats he is usually dead serious and all business. He doesn't usually talk to anyone cat first, unless ordering a patrol or reporting something to the leader, but he is usually nice to anyone who talks to him as long as they are saying anything too stupid. He likes kits, but sometimes gets kind of nervous around them. Highly loyal to his clan, Flintclaw would die for anyone in it in a heartbeat.
History: Flintclaw was born to another ThunderClan She-Cat along with one other sibling, a sister. His mothers name was Birchpaw and his sister was Fernkit. Fernkit wasn't a very healthy cat, so she rarely left the nursery or medicine cat den. Even when she was older, she could never become an apprentice. She died shortly. As a kit, Flintclaw was very serious and didn't really enjoy playing around with the other kits and chasing bugs. He preferred following some of the other warriors around camp and outside of camp before he got caught. He did get into trouble a bit, but it was never for silly little things or being mischevious. It was always because he was impatient to become an apprentice and wanted to help the clan by either hunting before he was old enough, or evading his mother and the other queens because he felt too old to be watched anymore. He became Flintpaw when he reached six moons and was apprenticed by another white warrior tom named Dawnfrost. Flintclaw learned quickly and also quickly became a warrior after the due amount of time had passed. His mother and then dying sister forgotten, Flintclaw quickly became very strong and trustworthy. After the deputy of ThunderClan died in another battle against a pack of rogues, much to his surprise Flintclaw became the next deputy. Many cats had died in that battle and Flintclaw quickly set about trying to straighten things out. He also mentored another cat named Stonepaw until she became a warrior. Beside's that, he hasn't had many apprentices but would always be willing to mentor another one. Since then, he has served his clan well.
IC Example: Flintclaw stalked through the underbrush, his tail high and his eyes blazing. He was furious that he had scented another clan's scent on ThunderClan's lands and was headed back to camp to report it. But first he wanted to make sure that the intruders had gone for sure. Silently he stalked through the underbrush along the stream, his nostrils flared and his gray ears twisting as he tried to catch scent or sight of anyone.
Flintclaw stopped suddenly as he spotted something a few fox tails away and his golden eyes narrowed dangerously as he recognized one of the ShadowClan warriors. Knowing that he could not keep the element of surprise, Flintclaw stalked out of the bush and right into the path of the intruder.
Fur bristling, Flintclaw stopped and stood his ground.
"What are you doing here, intruder?" He snarled, fully prepared to jump the ShadowClan tom.
Other: None
Rules Password: May StarClan guide your soul
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Deputy
Age (In moons): 25 Moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Flintclaw is a large, muscular tom with dark gray fur. His teeth are sharp and strong and his claws equally so. Not being as thin and willowy as most WindClan or RiverClan cats, Flintclaw sometimes has a difficult time trying to be stealthy. However, he makes up for it in brute force and strength. His eyes are golden brown, the usual color of many cats, and his fur is short. His coat make's it perfect for him to blend into the forest surroundings. His long, proud tail is usually held high as he pads through camp or anywhere else, and his general appearance tells most that he is very proud.
Personality: While being large and strong, Flintclaw isn't exactly one of the most social and friendly cat's that there are. While he can usually keep a civil tongue, he can also get ticked off very easily but he can usually control his anger. He is usually kind when roaming around camp, but when on a patrol, fighting, or talking to any other high ranked cats he is usually dead serious and all business. He doesn't usually talk to anyone cat first, unless ordering a patrol or reporting something to the leader, but he is usually nice to anyone who talks to him as long as they are saying anything too stupid. He likes kits, but sometimes gets kind of nervous around them. Highly loyal to his clan, Flintclaw would die for anyone in it in a heartbeat.
History: Flintclaw was born to another ThunderClan She-Cat along with one other sibling, a sister. His mothers name was Birchpaw and his sister was Fernkit. Fernkit wasn't a very healthy cat, so she rarely left the nursery or medicine cat den. Even when she was older, she could never become an apprentice. She died shortly. As a kit, Flintclaw was very serious and didn't really enjoy playing around with the other kits and chasing bugs. He preferred following some of the other warriors around camp and outside of camp before he got caught. He did get into trouble a bit, but it was never for silly little things or being mischevious. It was always because he was impatient to become an apprentice and wanted to help the clan by either hunting before he was old enough, or evading his mother and the other queens because he felt too old to be watched anymore. He became Flintpaw when he reached six moons and was apprenticed by another white warrior tom named Dawnfrost. Flintclaw learned quickly and also quickly became a warrior after the due amount of time had passed. His mother and then dying sister forgotten, Flintclaw quickly became very strong and trustworthy. After the deputy of ThunderClan died in another battle against a pack of rogues, much to his surprise Flintclaw became the next deputy. Many cats had died in that battle and Flintclaw quickly set about trying to straighten things out. He also mentored another cat named Stonepaw until she became a warrior. Beside's that, he hasn't had many apprentices but would always be willing to mentor another one. Since then, he has served his clan well.
IC Example: Flintclaw stalked through the underbrush, his tail high and his eyes blazing. He was furious that he had scented another clan's scent on ThunderClan's lands and was headed back to camp to report it. But first he wanted to make sure that the intruders had gone for sure. Silently he stalked through the underbrush along the stream, his nostrils flared and his gray ears twisting as he tried to catch scent or sight of anyone.
Flintclaw stopped suddenly as he spotted something a few fox tails away and his golden eyes narrowed dangerously as he recognized one of the ShadowClan warriors. Knowing that he could not keep the element of surprise, Flintclaw stalked out of the bush and right into the path of the intruder.
Fur bristling, Flintclaw stopped and stood his ground.
"What are you doing here, intruder?" He snarled, fully prepared to jump the ShadowClan tom.
Other: None
Rules Password: May StarClan guide your soul
