Post by WolfieWolf on Jul 3, 2013 22:31:48 GMT -6
Name: Boulderpaw
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 10 moons
Description: Boulderpaw is a large cat even by warrior standards despite being so young. It is obvious that he succeeds in more physical tasks with his well-developed and very strong muscles, making him a very powerful swimmer. He has a short fur pelt that is stone gray, decorated with bold, black stripes. His eyes are of a pale green, complimenting his coat but doesn't stand out thanks to its paleness. A few nicks and scars can be seen on his body from previous fights and some training though he has one major scar. His tail is shorter than most cat's and has no tip as that was bitten off during the Great Battle.
Personality: Despite being so large and having a seemingly permanent grumpy face, Boulderpaw is one of the kindest and gentlest of souls. A gentle giant if you will. He's the type that daydreams and chases after butterflies and moths. He also loves playing and swimming. Very, very few things can seem to anger this apprentice. After all, he prefers to settle arguments peacefully and can as he has the brains and patience to do so. However, like any cat, he does have his flaws.
Boulderpaw isn't very assertive which makes him vulnerable to manipulation by other cats until the day he snaps. He's also extremely loyal and will do anything for someone he trusts. Literally. Anything. This cat is honest and takes almost everything to heart. On the other hand, he's not very forgiving. Betray his trust once and it will take a long, long time to regain his friendship or trust. Once provoked, the tom can be merciless and cruel to anyone or thing that he dos not like.
History: Boulderkit - This kit was born to two Riverclan cats. He was the only one of his mother's litter and was thus big and strong from the moment he came into the world. His mother, Bouldersplash, died just a few moments after her son was born. The newborn's father, Thornwhisper, named his son in honor of the now dead queen. Boulderkit. The name fit him as he looked almost exactly like his mother besides his large height. He got all of that from his dad.
Even before apprenticeship, high expectations were put on the kit. His parents were excellent warriors and they expected him to follow in their pawsteps when all he wanted to do was play. The queen that nursed him was the only one who didn't seem to expect anything much from him and for that he was thankful. Even his father put pressure on him. Nonetheless, Boulderpaw had a normal kithood.
Boulderpaw - At six moons, he became Boulderpaw. Though he would have preferred being apprentice to the medicine cat, his father pushed those ideas out of him. Thankfully, later on in his warrior apprenticeship, he felt like he already had a path to become a warrior. The tom was a good apprentice. Willing to do tasks the others disliked; for example, checking the elders for ticks or cleaning out dirty bedding. He was also quick to learn. Fighting and swimming seemed to come naturally to him.
Boulderpaw fit his name well; like a boulder he could keep his ground and absorb attacks with ease. He preferred a more defensive form of fighting and, even in training, would never attack without seeing an opening. He waited for them, he didn't create them. Though being rather heavy on land, Boulderpaw was as graceful as the fish he hunted when it came to swimming. He loved it and would spend much of his free time swimming around and daydreaming.
Then came the Great Battle. The apprentice was forced to fight and fight he did. He continued to fight though his legs were shaking. It was only until two cats ganged up on him and gnawed off the tip of his tail that he realized it was hopeless. If he stayed there much longer he would die. Boulderpaw's instincts kicked in full gear, he shook off his tormentors (he has a suspicion he killed one but the memory is vague.) and ran. He ran as fast as he could back home. The apprentice collapsed the moment he stepped paw into the camp.
When he awoke, he was in the den of the medicine cat. Boulderpaw then learned that his foster mother and his father died in the battle. All the family he ever had, gone. Guilt consumed him and he called himself a coward for running away. It will take awhile yet for the apprentice to forgive himself. The tom pushed aside his feelings and is now trying to do the best he can to help his clan recover. Hopefully even become a warrior. For now, he'll do the only thing he can do for RiverClan. Help.
Roleplay Sample: ((I hope you don't mind that it's from another site. It's still Warriors though))
If one happened to be in Windclan when the sun was just barely risen, then one might see the clan's deputy up and about. She had woken up early and decided to spend her morning hunting. What was a better way to get her muscles moving than chasing down rabbits? So, she sneaked away and started her fun. First, a bit of tracking and stalking. The morning dew, glistening in the glow of the morning sun, provided little hindrance. The drops of moisture stuck onto her pelt but it was no bother. She was used to it, being one of the only cats of her clan that could and loved to swim.
Once her senses caught onto the scent of prey, Springclaw got into action. Her trusty ears picked up on every sound around her. The sound of the rustling wind, the tall stalks of grass, the rabbits nibbling on grass and her very own pawsteps. They heard all. She got into a low crouch, easily camouflaged thanks to her light brown pelt and the grass around her. She was extremely careful to make sure she was upwind so that her scent wouldn't give away her position.
Springclaw inched closer and closer then suddenly stopped. She was close enough now for the perfect ambush. Her icy eyes glued to their target, tail occasionally flicking, a wiggle, a deep breath then complete stillness. Woosh! The tabby began her ambush! Almost at once, the rabbits scattered, running as fast as they could. In a quick moment, the deputy noticed something. There was a hare in the mix of the rabbits! She targeted it, chasing after the bigger animal and disregarding all the others. Hares were faster than rabbits thus more of a challenge. Springclaw stayed at a steady pace, not going at her fastest, while still following her prey. Suddenly, she swerved to kick dirt towards the hare, causing it to panic even more and go at its fastest. She recovered quickly and was back on track while the hare was starting to tire out quickly. This was her chance. All her speed went into her final sprint and she overtook the hare, tackled it, dug her claws into its shoulders and gave it a firm bite to the neck. It struggled for a few seconds before finally going limp.
After saying small thanks to Starclan, Springclaw buried her prey and then decided to hone her speed after a quick rest. She sprinted at her top speeds then rested. This cycle went on for awhile until she decided to be a bit more helpful and to a bit of patrolling. The closest border was the one with Riverclan so might as well start there first. The deputy decided to do one last exercise and sprint as fast as she could to her destination. Her muscles rippled as she used her full strength to run but, when she got close, she noticed another cat. If she didn't stop then it would be a direct collision course! Springlaw attempted at stopping or changing but it was all in vain. She was too late. Collision with another cat, imminent. "Oh, foxdung..."
