Post by Dragon on Oct 30, 2009 0:02:13 GMT -5
Name: Seahawk
Position: Elder
Clan: MistClan
Gender: Tom
Age: 144 moons. (12 years)
Description: This big cat had always been an impressive size and sight. Handsome, in a roguish way. He has always had a sleek appearance and bold face, and bright blue eyes that reflect his high fighting days. Though he used to be good looking, he no longer reflected his once glossy self. His fur has grown dull and patchy, while his once sleek whiskers began to grow grizzled and twisted and his pale blue eyes are just a bit more bleak then they used to be. His face is usually tired now in his old age, and lined with thin scars that show how long hes been fighting. SeaHawk has very thick fur, it has the vision of once being soft but it is no longer. His fur is mostly white, with dark brown patches atop the top and sides of his head, just connecting with the corners of his eyes. Leaving the middle of his face white. His back, shoulders, haunches, and tail are all brown, while his pearly white belly contrasts the darker colors. Patches of lighter fur melt into his darker, and it makes him look very rough and gruffer then he really in. Apart from his ailing sight, dulling fur, his joints are weakening as well. They creak and slow when the weather gets cold, and it causes him to be contained to his den at days at a time. It always makes him cross when this happens.
Personality: SeaHawk is a battler. He wants to launch himself into battle whenever he gets the chance. The old cat almost always has dreams of glorious wars and fame filled marches back to camp, but also crying himself to sleep when he remembered the friends he lost in those battles. He enjoys the thrill of tooth and claw, but now that he can hardly get out of camp, he is condemned to camp which makes him angry and cross to anyone who comes near him. Due to his addiction with fighting, his sadness from his younger days seems to have melted away into a very hard outer shell that seems to go all the ways through his body and refuses to break on even the most serious of things. He doesn't cry when a den mate dies. He stares at the once living body, not moving befor he turns away to go about his life. This gives him the face of someone hateful and cruel. SeaHawk may not cry, and he may be fierce by hes not one to hate or be cruel to his clan mates. But from the days of fighting, it has given his a crude humor of rude and sometimes inappropriate jokes about his den-mates. Though he means well, and he has always given his all when he could. Either it was fighting or hunting, he was a vital part of the clan.
History: He is a basic history, despite his still in the field of warfare. This rugged old cat, started as a rough and tumble kit of MistClan. He had two siblings, who were constantly bullied by his wild and reckless imaginations and play-fights. The fierce kitten was often excluded from the games, due to his odd behavior. Exiled from his peers, he was quite a trouble maker until he became an apprentice. All he could focus on was his battle training, day and night he practiced but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't beat a rival in the combat arts. Cometblaze, who resides in the elder den with him now. The other cat seemed to be a natural born fighter, and even retained the gentle personality to be excepted by the other apprentices.
Angry, Seahawk would wander alone in the willow trees, and near the river with no one to speak to. When finally, one of the apprentices who had a gentle face approached him on one of his more down days. This was Heatherfur, his to-be mate. She supported him in his efforts, even mellowed him out enough to be part of the play. Glad to be part of the group, he became an excellent partner fighter, especially with Heatherfur at his side. Entering warrior hood, he became a very well known warrior. And took his tole against his enemies. He got two wonderful sons, Wildvision and Dustpool, the first, following his fighting days, and the second taking on a more peaceful side to his line. As he reluctantly moved into the elder's den, his mate with him. They settled into a relaxing life, but only a few moons after they went joined their new den-mates, the clan suffered a bout of Greencough and Heatherfur was caught in it and passed away. Seahawk, for once, cried at his lost, and he still hasn't completely gotten over it.
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Position: Elder
Clan: MistClan
Gender: Tom
Age: 144 moons. (12 years)
Description: This big cat had always been an impressive size and sight. Handsome, in a roguish way. He has always had a sleek appearance and bold face, and bright blue eyes that reflect his high fighting days. Though he used to be good looking, he no longer reflected his once glossy self. His fur has grown dull and patchy, while his once sleek whiskers began to grow grizzled and twisted and his pale blue eyes are just a bit more bleak then they used to be. His face is usually tired now in his old age, and lined with thin scars that show how long hes been fighting. SeaHawk has very thick fur, it has the vision of once being soft but it is no longer. His fur is mostly white, with dark brown patches atop the top and sides of his head, just connecting with the corners of his eyes. Leaving the middle of his face white. His back, shoulders, haunches, and tail are all brown, while his pearly white belly contrasts the darker colors. Patches of lighter fur melt into his darker, and it makes him look very rough and gruffer then he really in. Apart from his ailing sight, dulling fur, his joints are weakening as well. They creak and slow when the weather gets cold, and it causes him to be contained to his den at days at a time. It always makes him cross when this happens.
Personality: SeaHawk is a battler. He wants to launch himself into battle whenever he gets the chance. The old cat almost always has dreams of glorious wars and fame filled marches back to camp, but also crying himself to sleep when he remembered the friends he lost in those battles. He enjoys the thrill of tooth and claw, but now that he can hardly get out of camp, he is condemned to camp which makes him angry and cross to anyone who comes near him. Due to his addiction with fighting, his sadness from his younger days seems to have melted away into a very hard outer shell that seems to go all the ways through his body and refuses to break on even the most serious of things. He doesn't cry when a den mate dies. He stares at the once living body, not moving befor he turns away to go about his life. This gives him the face of someone hateful and cruel. SeaHawk may not cry, and he may be fierce by hes not one to hate or be cruel to his clan mates. But from the days of fighting, it has given his a crude humor of rude and sometimes inappropriate jokes about his den-mates. Though he means well, and he has always given his all when he could. Either it was fighting or hunting, he was a vital part of the clan.
History: He is a basic history, despite his still in the field of warfare. This rugged old cat, started as a rough and tumble kit of MistClan. He had two siblings, who were constantly bullied by his wild and reckless imaginations and play-fights. The fierce kitten was often excluded from the games, due to his odd behavior. Exiled from his peers, he was quite a trouble maker until he became an apprentice. All he could focus on was his battle training, day and night he practiced but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't beat a rival in the combat arts. Cometblaze, who resides in the elder den with him now. The other cat seemed to be a natural born fighter, and even retained the gentle personality to be excepted by the other apprentices.
Angry, Seahawk would wander alone in the willow trees, and near the river with no one to speak to. When finally, one of the apprentices who had a gentle face approached him on one of his more down days. This was Heatherfur, his to-be mate. She supported him in his efforts, even mellowed him out enough to be part of the play. Glad to be part of the group, he became an excellent partner fighter, especially with Heatherfur at his side. Entering warrior hood, he became a very well known warrior. And took his tole against his enemies. He got two wonderful sons, Wildvision and Dustpool, the first, following his fighting days, and the second taking on a more peaceful side to his line. As he reluctantly moved into the elder's den, his mate with him. They settled into a relaxing life, but only a few moons after they went joined their new den-mates, the clan suffered a bout of Greencough and Heatherfur was caught in it and passed away. Seahawk, for once, cried at his lost, and he still hasn't completely gotten over it.
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