Post by Lonewolf on Jul 8, 2013 20:09:56 GMT -6
Basic Info
Name: Lonewolf
Clan: Rogue - Former Shadowclan
Rank: Rogue - Former Warrior
Age: 54 Moons
Gender: Tom
Extra: The Clans want to recruited him because of his experience.
Apperance
A rather long legged tomcat with a generally normal pelt color of sandy brown with dark brown near black tiger stripe like markings on his long legs. He has a couple of dark stripes that run between his ears down towards his black nose. A long tail accompanies him as well as a long, narrow snout like a fox would have. With a rather hard life from being a harsh Shadowclan warrior then a rogue afterwards, his jagged fangs stick out from his lips and his once pointed ears are shredded, one ear has a rather deep V cut in it while the other is ragged skin that barely leaves a stub of ear behind. Long scars rank down his belly and across his nose and flank, he had long black claws that he used to deal out heavy damage to his enemies as well. Almond shaped eyes set on his face, a cold, emotionless amber tone to them, thee long claw mark marr over his left eye, but he still has sight in both eyes. He is long and limber, thick with muscles that slid and ripple under his tight pelt.
Personality
A rather nasty acting tomcat to say the least. Lonewolf has a foul temper and a short fuse to match. This is the reason he was kicked out of Shadowclan in the first place. With such a nasty attitude, Lonewolf was prone to attacking his own clanmates when prodded to much, as well as start fights with other clans on the borders, and at points, kill when he was angry enough. However, despite this flaw in his character, Lonewolf was a proud and powerful tom of Shadowclan, a great warrior and hunter in all it's worth. Victorious in many battles and often a leader in his own rights. Charismatic, Headstrong, Proud, Strong, Respected and Stubborn, many cats followed him as if he were leader, which found him at faults with the leader of Shadowclan at the time, butting heads all the time with different ideas and goals for Shadowclan. Lonewolf has some what leveled out and calmed down now that he lives the solo and free life of a rogue, however he is still nasty tempered and foul mannered.
History
Kithood: Born into Shadowclan to a silver coated she-cat by the name of Silvershadow, Lonekit was the only son of the deputy, Blackspider. Lonekit gained his African wild cat coat and coloring from his father, who was born a loner and brought into Shadowclan, eventually becoming the clan's well respected deputy. However, Lonekit also started to develop the older tom's nasty temper and attitude as well, which started to concern his mother, who wasn't really a sweetheart by nature. Lonekit started to bully and push around the younger kits of the nursery, which was quite easy because of how much bigger and taller he was compared to them. However, despite this fact, the younger kits looked up to him and hung on to his every words as if it were the law of the forest. He was seen as a leader in their eyes, especially whenever they played and he was Lonestar. Lonekit was a troublemaker, which didn't surprise many cats of Shadowclan, he was under paws all the time and actually started fights with the apprentices around his fifth moon. Silvershadow was actually grateful when he reached his sixth moon, worried that her son may actually end up hurting some of the younger kits.
Apprentice: Lonekit becoming Lonepaw was a dream for Blackspider and Silvershadow, they couldn't wait for their son to start his first steps in becoming a warrior of Shadowclan. After all, his father was the deputy. Lonepaw was given to a rather nasty tempered and sharp tongued she-cat by the name of Proudtoes. She was a harsh she-cat and her temperament mixed with Lonepaw's temperament didn't do any cat in Shadowclan any good. There were several times where the two had to be separated because they would suddenly attack each other with claw and fangs ripping into one another. The two did not work well together at times, but other times they were an invincible force of power, especially when fighting. Lonepaw and Proudtoes had several differences that impacted their relationship, many of them dealing with the warrior code. However, it was from Proudtoes that Lonepaw learned to attack other clan cats at the borders. Lonepaw was a very good apprentice, constantly working to improve himself, expecially in the battle area, which is all apprentices' favorite part of training. Lonepaw would push himself until he had mastered each certain move to perfection. Because of Lonepaw's bad temperament and his ability to start a fight so easily, the shredding of his ears came into play quickly in his young life. Because of all the battles, Lonepaw had a kill on his paw, which he claimed accident for while, as well as the destruction of his ears and a couple of scars on his muzzle.
Warrior: Lonepaw's final step and the proudest moment of Blackspider and Silvershadow was when the young battle scared tom became Lonewolf of Shadowclan. The tom continued to grow while battling anything he could, however despite this flaw of Lonewolf, he was also a good provider of Shadowclan, and once again all the young cats of the clan looked up to him. It was around the time that he gained his first apprentice, Bluepaw, that Lonewolf started to butt heads with the leader, sharp and harsh words exchanged and punishments that Lonewolf didn't listen too angered the leader, but it echoed across the warriors that looked up to Lonewolf. Almost like leader of the clan as well, younger cats started to listen to him, following him as if he had suddenly became Lonestar of Shadowclan. He led cats to border battle and to raid other clans of prey when Shadowclan needed it. Despite this, the leader of Shadowclan knew how good of a warrior that Lonewolf actually was, which was why he was given another apprentice after Bluepaw became Bluewillow. Mousepaw was his next apprentice, however the small she-cat didn't last long under Lonewolf's mentorship, she lost her life in a battle skirmish. With the loss of Mousepaw, it was a while before Lonewolf was granted another apprentice, Crowpaw. The two had similar temperaments, getting them into fights much like how Proudtoes and Lonewolf had gotten into. The final step for the leader of Shadowclan was when Lonewolf struck down one of Shadowclan's own when they got into rather large argument, leading to a brutal battle, ripping open and giving Lonewolf the scars over his left eye.
Rogue: Casted out of Shadowclan and labeled a rogue, Lonewolf broke the heart of Silvershadow and lost the respect of Shadowclan, Blackspider and Proudtoes. Crowpaw was handed over to a different warrior to finish his training and mellow him out. Living life as a rogue didn't become a hard thing for Lonewolf, he lived the way he had as a warrior, attacking other clan cats and earning even more battle scars across his pelt. Wandering the territories and living alone, Lonewolf always lived near Shadowclan's border, keeping the scent close to his pelt. During the time of his exile and the battle, Lonewolf started to calm down, his temperament wavered and he didn't cross borders and fight other clan cats anymore. It wasn't until this large battle that Crowpaw, now Crow-wind came to talk to him. The younger tom tried to convince Lonewolf to help Shadowclan. The older tom shot it down, driving Crow-wing back to Shadowclan with his claws and an angry hiss. Lonewolf watched as the clans destroyed himself, he watched the murder of Silvershadow, Blackspider, Crow-wing, everyone he once knew as blood splattered the ground and the remaining bundle of pathetic cats scrambled away to find life. Lonewolf now watches the remaining young cats try to find life and rebuild their sad clans of injured and young warriors, elders, queens and kits.
Apprentice: Lonekit becoming Lonepaw was a dream for Blackspider and Silvershadow, they couldn't wait for their son to start his first steps in becoming a warrior of Shadowclan. After all, his father was the deputy. Lonepaw was given to a rather nasty tempered and sharp tongued she-cat by the name of Proudtoes. She was a harsh she-cat and her temperament mixed with Lonepaw's temperament didn't do any cat in Shadowclan any good. There were several times where the two had to be separated because they would suddenly attack each other with claw and fangs ripping into one another. The two did not work well together at times, but other times they were an invincible force of power, especially when fighting. Lonepaw and Proudtoes had several differences that impacted their relationship, many of them dealing with the warrior code. However, it was from Proudtoes that Lonepaw learned to attack other clan cats at the borders. Lonepaw was a very good apprentice, constantly working to improve himself, expecially in the battle area, which is all apprentices' favorite part of training. Lonepaw would push himself until he had mastered each certain move to perfection. Because of Lonepaw's bad temperament and his ability to start a fight so easily, the shredding of his ears came into play quickly in his young life. Because of all the battles, Lonepaw had a kill on his paw, which he claimed accident for while, as well as the destruction of his ears and a couple of scars on his muzzle.
Warrior: Lonepaw's final step and the proudest moment of Blackspider and Silvershadow was when the young battle scared tom became Lonewolf of Shadowclan. The tom continued to grow while battling anything he could, however despite this flaw of Lonewolf, he was also a good provider of Shadowclan, and once again all the young cats of the clan looked up to him. It was around the time that he gained his first apprentice, Bluepaw, that Lonewolf started to butt heads with the leader, sharp and harsh words exchanged and punishments that Lonewolf didn't listen too angered the leader, but it echoed across the warriors that looked up to Lonewolf. Almost like leader of the clan as well, younger cats started to listen to him, following him as if he had suddenly became Lonestar of Shadowclan. He led cats to border battle and to raid other clans of prey when Shadowclan needed it. Despite this, the leader of Shadowclan knew how good of a warrior that Lonewolf actually was, which was why he was given another apprentice after Bluepaw became Bluewillow. Mousepaw was his next apprentice, however the small she-cat didn't last long under Lonewolf's mentorship, she lost her life in a battle skirmish. With the loss of Mousepaw, it was a while before Lonewolf was granted another apprentice, Crowpaw. The two had similar temperaments, getting them into fights much like how Proudtoes and Lonewolf had gotten into. The final step for the leader of Shadowclan was when Lonewolf struck down one of Shadowclan's own when they got into rather large argument, leading to a brutal battle, ripping open and giving Lonewolf the scars over his left eye.
Rogue: Casted out of Shadowclan and labeled a rogue, Lonewolf broke the heart of Silvershadow and lost the respect of Shadowclan, Blackspider and Proudtoes. Crowpaw was handed over to a different warrior to finish his training and mellow him out. Living life as a rogue didn't become a hard thing for Lonewolf, he lived the way he had as a warrior, attacking other clan cats and earning even more battle scars across his pelt. Wandering the territories and living alone, Lonewolf always lived near Shadowclan's border, keeping the scent close to his pelt. During the time of his exile and the battle, Lonewolf started to calm down, his temperament wavered and he didn't cross borders and fight other clan cats anymore. It wasn't until this large battle that Crowpaw, now Crow-wind came to talk to him. The younger tom tried to convince Lonewolf to help Shadowclan. The older tom shot it down, driving Crow-wing back to Shadowclan with his claws and an angry hiss. Lonewolf watched as the clans destroyed himself, he watched the murder of Silvershadow, Blackspider, Crow-wing, everyone he once knew as blood splattered the ground and the remaining bundle of pathetic cats scrambled away to find life. Lonewolf now watches the remaining young cats try to find life and rebuild their sad clans of injured and young warriors, elders, queens and kits.
RP Sample
Liquid amber glittered brightly at the moonlight that shimmered down through the cloud covered heavens above the forest covered grounds below. With a snort, the African wild cat turned his head to look down at the lake that licked at his paws. The image that he had just been viewing reflected of the glassy surface of the lake showing the clear images of the moon and stars. squinting at one star then the other, the tom let out a defeated sigh, it was no use. He'd never see Blackspider or Silvershadow again. Not in this life or the next life with all the trouble he had caused in his lifetime here by the lake. It almost made him laugh that he was wishing to see his parents and old clanmates again. He didn't know why he cared, they had kicked him out. With a low sigh, the tom let the heavy feeling weigh him down even more, maybe he could have saved them if he had went with Crow-wind instead of driving him away. Or maybe he could have stopped the battle. Who knows. Like he cared what happened to the clans around the lake anyhow.
Ragged and ripped ears twitched as a soft sound touched them faintly, glancing over his shoulder, the older tom caught sight of a small she-cat that he assumed to be a warrior crouch down once his amber orbs spotted her. They were getting smaller and smaller these days without proper training from older, more experienced warriors since all of them were now dead and floating along with the other stars of Starclan. With a low grunt, Lonewolf pulled himself to his paws, his long legs unbending to pull him upright before turning to face the Shadowclan cat, he had easily caught her scent from the soft blowing wind as it touched and broke the surface of the lake. Cold, emotionless amber met fear and scared blue as Lonewolf stared at the she-cat warrior. "It's kind of late for you to be out kit." He stated in his low, gruff voice, his jagged fangs peaked out of his lips involuntarily as he glared down at the young she-cat who remained crouched, the ground against her belly. It almost made Lonewolf smirk at her fear.
At the sound of the word Kit, her blue eyes sparked with defiance as she jumped to her paws, almost loosing balance, "I'm no kit. I'm a warrior of Shadowclan, which is more than you'll ever be!" She yowled, tail lashing behind her as if she dared him to attack her, and just because she was a warrior she'd be able to defeat him and drive him away. Foolish cat. She was young, and naïve. She had no idea that he himself was a born Shadowclan cat, casted out because of his sour temperament and nasty attitude that had him fighting cats and at a couple of times, killing them because of fury. If not for that, he could have been Lonestar one day. But it wasn't meant to be. He was cat friendly, nor was he clan friendly for that matter. Living alone had mellowed him somewhat, and he may have seen the error of his ways, but he'd never admit that to anyone. Not even the leader he once looked up to, the leader who casted him out like he was a fox or a badger, like it was the easiest decision of his life. Not that Lonewolf gave him much of a choice.
"Aren't you just special then?" A sarcastic question, one he didn't intend on letting her answer as he growled once more. "Carrying the title of a warrior. A warrior of Shadowclan." He laughed coldly, tail lashing behind him as he narrowed those amber pools at her, "Don't make the same mistake I did. Or the same mistake your pathetic ancestors did." Lonewolf spat, turning to walk along the bank of the lake, letting the cool water lick at his paws as he grew smaller and smaller in the vision of the blue eyed warrior. Head hung and shoulder's slumped, the tired tom let his tail drag the ground behind him, the moonlight licking at his fur, coating it in a silver color, making him seem almost like a cat from Starclan. Or was it a sign from Starclan as the blue eyed she-cat looked on, pondering the statement of Lonewolf in her head.
Ragged and ripped ears twitched as a soft sound touched them faintly, glancing over his shoulder, the older tom caught sight of a small she-cat that he assumed to be a warrior crouch down once his amber orbs spotted her. They were getting smaller and smaller these days without proper training from older, more experienced warriors since all of them were now dead and floating along with the other stars of Starclan. With a low grunt, Lonewolf pulled himself to his paws, his long legs unbending to pull him upright before turning to face the Shadowclan cat, he had easily caught her scent from the soft blowing wind as it touched and broke the surface of the lake. Cold, emotionless amber met fear and scared blue as Lonewolf stared at the she-cat warrior. "It's kind of late for you to be out kit." He stated in his low, gruff voice, his jagged fangs peaked out of his lips involuntarily as he glared down at the young she-cat who remained crouched, the ground against her belly. It almost made Lonewolf smirk at her fear.
At the sound of the word Kit, her blue eyes sparked with defiance as she jumped to her paws, almost loosing balance, "I'm no kit. I'm a warrior of Shadowclan, which is more than you'll ever be!" She yowled, tail lashing behind her as if she dared him to attack her, and just because she was a warrior she'd be able to defeat him and drive him away. Foolish cat. She was young, and naïve. She had no idea that he himself was a born Shadowclan cat, casted out because of his sour temperament and nasty attitude that had him fighting cats and at a couple of times, killing them because of fury. If not for that, he could have been Lonestar one day. But it wasn't meant to be. He was cat friendly, nor was he clan friendly for that matter. Living alone had mellowed him somewhat, and he may have seen the error of his ways, but he'd never admit that to anyone. Not even the leader he once looked up to, the leader who casted him out like he was a fox or a badger, like it was the easiest decision of his life. Not that Lonewolf gave him much of a choice.
"Aren't you just special then?" A sarcastic question, one he didn't intend on letting her answer as he growled once more. "Carrying the title of a warrior. A warrior of Shadowclan." He laughed coldly, tail lashing behind him as he narrowed those amber pools at her, "Don't make the same mistake I did. Or the same mistake your pathetic ancestors did." Lonewolf spat, turning to walk along the bank of the lake, letting the cool water lick at his paws as he grew smaller and smaller in the vision of the blue eyed warrior. Head hung and shoulder's slumped, the tired tom let his tail drag the ground behind him, the moonlight licking at his fur, coating it in a silver color, making him seem almost like a cat from Starclan. Or was it a sign from Starclan as the blue eyed she-cat looked on, pondering the statement of Lonewolf in her head.
