Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 0:39:12 GMT -5
Name: Jaystep
Age: 42 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture:
Description:
Jaystep is a large, short furred, black tom with light green eyes and a white chest. Other than that, his markings are limited to a partial blaze and white toes on his front paws. He is a burly tom, larger than most, and arguably the largest cat in Nightclan. His mass is intimidating to the faint-hearted, and he prides himself in his strength and power. Each blow from his paws in battle will leave a cat stunned at a minimum, if he hits his mark. Though with great power does not come great speed. He is well trained in both speed and stamina, though it doesn't come naturally to the experienced warrior. His agility is laughable, and when he does lose his footing, he hits the ground heavy. Despite his lack of nimbleness, he is a very balanced cat and is quite sure-footed. It is not like Jaystep to mindlessly trip or stumble. He is a boulder in battle: hard to budge, slow to move, but one doesn't want to find themselves underneath him. Their lives may depend on it.
Description Summary:
Jaystep is a large, short furred, black tom with light green eyes and a white chest.
Personality:
+) Clever
Jaystep is intelligent and deceptive, core traits of some of the most successful Nightclan warriors and leaders. Honesty is not his first go-to, and he has grown quite good at lying and manipulating throughout his life. Although not necessarily a positive trait, he uses this aspect of his personality to his advantage.
+) Strategic
Paired with his clever, rebellious, and ambitious nature, Jaystep is a cat to be concerned about. His ideal strategies and deceitful plans have more than not become quite successful realities, most often in small scale scenarios, though the more he practices his uncanny ways, the more confident and bold he becomes.
+) Responsible
Despite Jaystep's potentially unpleasant positivities, he is a responsible warrior. Once a duty has been accepted and his rebel spirit settled, he is a diligent and reliable asset to NightClan. Although uncommon for him to blindly accept a course of action or an ideology, if one can convince Jaystep, they have his loyalty and full support.
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-) Egotistic
No cat is truly selfless, though Jaystep finds himself giving in to temptations and ambitions more often than not. He easily succumbs to greed and desire, letting his hunger overtake his fundamental morals. Jaystep is quite selfish, and he hardly cares to hide it.
-) Irritable
Jaystep is easily angered and annoyed, even by the slightest of things. He is quite formidable when in one of his fits of rage, and it is best to avoid him completely to avoid getting hurt. Although this tom hasn't yet hurt anyone yet, his temper is very sensitive.
-) Insurgent
Jaystep's argumentative and seditious nature is a nightmare for anyone who deems themselves of a higher power than him. Not afraid to speak his mind, no matter how disrespectful or rebellious, Jaystep has found himself defying authority from his early apprentice days till now.
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n) Ambitious
Jaystep is definitely a go-getter and isn't afraid to get his paws dirty to achieve his goals. Determined is an understatement when this tom is on a mission. The question is, are his motives for the good of others, or for his selfish desires?
n) Protective
Perhaps derived from the death of his father, Jaystep's protected nature flourished in his warrior moons. His constant presence towards family and close friends is admirable at times, though can become annoying. Outside his small circle of family and friends, Jaystep doesn't find himself caring much at all.
n) Stern
Jaystep isn't one to joke. He is a sour apple; constantly dry and serious. Although not really a joy to be around, when he isn't providing a counterargument to some higher power, Jaystep's quiet presence can be mildly comforting.
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History:
Jaystep, son of Thorntail and Rainsong, is purebred Nightclan. One might assume so from his egotistic and bitter personality, though he likes to think his inherent battle skills are his defining NightClan characteristics. If it weren't for the splash of white on his chest, he would be near spitting image of his father. His mother, on the contrary, was a slate grey she-cat. Lilyfrost, Jaystep's beloved sister, boasted the same grey pelt and slender form of his mother. Perhaps a bit overprotective, Jaystep has found himself following his sister around, constantly making sure she is safe from...from anyone really.
Thorntail was banished and killed after Jaystep had become a warrior, and although physically mature, the death of his father shook him to the roots emotionally, intensifying his protective nature towards the she-cats in his family. His brothers have always seemed to support him one way or another. Some may see it as charisma, and some may see it as arrogance, but Jaystep seems to be growing much more confident in himself in his latter moons. Now being a senior warrior in his prime, this big, burly tom intends to find his path in this life.
RP Example:
Word Count: xxx
Tags: @kahani
Notes: xxx
Word Count: xxx
Tags:
Notes: xxx
Staff Note: 45 Prey Awarded from the June Promo Event!
(15 for NightClan Cat, 15 for NightClan Tom, 15 for NightClan Senior Warrior)
Age: 42 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture:
Description:
Jaystep is a large, short furred, black tom with light green eyes and a white chest. Other than that, his markings are limited to a partial blaze and white toes on his front paws. He is a burly tom, larger than most, and arguably the largest cat in Nightclan. His mass is intimidating to the faint-hearted, and he prides himself in his strength and power. Each blow from his paws in battle will leave a cat stunned at a minimum, if he hits his mark. Though with great power does not come great speed. He is well trained in both speed and stamina, though it doesn't come naturally to the experienced warrior. His agility is laughable, and when he does lose his footing, he hits the ground heavy. Despite his lack of nimbleness, he is a very balanced cat and is quite sure-footed. It is not like Jaystep to mindlessly trip or stumble. He is a boulder in battle: hard to budge, slow to move, but one doesn't want to find themselves underneath him. Their lives may depend on it.
Description Summary:
Jaystep is a large, short furred, black tom with light green eyes and a white chest.
Personality:
+) Clever
Jaystep is intelligent and deceptive, core traits of some of the most successful Nightclan warriors and leaders. Honesty is not his first go-to, and he has grown quite good at lying and manipulating throughout his life. Although not necessarily a positive trait, he uses this aspect of his personality to his advantage.
+) Strategic
Paired with his clever, rebellious, and ambitious nature, Jaystep is a cat to be concerned about. His ideal strategies and deceitful plans have more than not become quite successful realities, most often in small scale scenarios, though the more he practices his uncanny ways, the more confident and bold he becomes.
+) Responsible
Despite Jaystep's potentially unpleasant positivities, he is a responsible warrior. Once a duty has been accepted and his rebel spirit settled, he is a diligent and reliable asset to NightClan. Although uncommon for him to blindly accept a course of action or an ideology, if one can convince Jaystep, they have his loyalty and full support.
______________________________________________________________
-) Egotistic
No cat is truly selfless, though Jaystep finds himself giving in to temptations and ambitions more often than not. He easily succumbs to greed and desire, letting his hunger overtake his fundamental morals. Jaystep is quite selfish, and he hardly cares to hide it.
-) Irritable
Jaystep is easily angered and annoyed, even by the slightest of things. He is quite formidable when in one of his fits of rage, and it is best to avoid him completely to avoid getting hurt. Although this tom hasn't yet hurt anyone yet, his temper is very sensitive.
-) Insurgent
Jaystep's argumentative and seditious nature is a nightmare for anyone who deems themselves of a higher power than him. Not afraid to speak his mind, no matter how disrespectful or rebellious, Jaystep has found himself defying authority from his early apprentice days till now.
______________________________________________________________
n) Ambitious
Jaystep is definitely a go-getter and isn't afraid to get his paws dirty to achieve his goals. Determined is an understatement when this tom is on a mission. The question is, are his motives for the good of others, or for his selfish desires?
n) Protective
Perhaps derived from the death of his father, Jaystep's protected nature flourished in his warrior moons. His constant presence towards family and close friends is admirable at times, though can become annoying. Outside his small circle of family and friends, Jaystep doesn't find himself caring much at all.
n) Stern
Jaystep isn't one to joke. He is a sour apple; constantly dry and serious. Although not really a joy to be around, when he isn't providing a counterargument to some higher power, Jaystep's quiet presence can be mildly comforting.
______________________________________________________________
History:
Jaystep, son of Thorntail and Rainsong, is purebred Nightclan. One might assume so from his egotistic and bitter personality, though he likes to think his inherent battle skills are his defining NightClan characteristics. If it weren't for the splash of white on his chest, he would be near spitting image of his father. His mother, on the contrary, was a slate grey she-cat. Lilyfrost, Jaystep's beloved sister, boasted the same grey pelt and slender form of his mother. Perhaps a bit overprotective, Jaystep has found himself following his sister around, constantly making sure she is safe from...from anyone really.
Thorntail was banished and killed after Jaystep had become a warrior, and although physically mature, the death of his father shook him to the roots emotionally, intensifying his protective nature towards the she-cats in his family. His brothers have always seemed to support him one way or another. Some may see it as charisma, and some may see it as arrogance, but Jaystep seems to be growing much more confident in himself in his latter moons. Now being a senior warrior in his prime, this big, burly tom intends to find his path in this life.
RP Example:
JaYSteP
42 Moons | NightClan | Senior Warrior
Saying Jaystep was livid would be an understatement. The black tom paced back and forth by the RainClan border, his late-night catch buried only a few tail-lengths away. His sister challenged him in front of his clanmates, backing some silly notion that Dimstar's breeding regulations were holding Nightclan back. Pinestar is too soft and liberal. What has Nightclan come to? Those rules made it so some sorry excuse of a cat doesn't birth or sire useless kits. That Bonetail is some lazy piece of work. I wouldn't wish to mentor a kit from him, more or less have to live with one who can barely feed itself. Jaystep thought bitterly, his hackles rising angrily. It wasn't until he stopped and sat back on his haunches that he noticed him.
The large, black tom perked his ears. Jaystep's faint, green gaze rested on a small, stout tabby tom sitting calmly in the darkness on the RainClan side of the border. The stranger's tail was wrapped collectedly around his paws. The only thing between the two rivals were the Muddy Pools, a stretch of land littered with puddles shining silver in the moonlight. The black tom lurched to his paws, taking a few bold, swaggering steps towards the Rainclan cat, paws stomping past the NightClan border, splashing muddy water up his legs. The brown RainClan tom didn't bat an eye, and in turn he counterpoised Jaystep's lumbering pace with a buoyant, yet uneven, gait. The RainClan cat's presence stirred the black tom, and something about him was... deadly... commanding. Jaystep felt uneasy, as if he was challenging a cat his elder and more experienced, though the other tom looked to be in his prime, just as he. From what Jaystep could tell, the cat was strong, despite his limp, and every bit a warrior, from the deep gouges on his flank, to his commanding posture.
"What do you want, fish-breath?" Jaystep taunted in a low, husky growl.
The toms had grown close enough to feel each other's breath on their whiskers, and although Jaystep was almost twice his size, the brown tom stared at him with a level, yellow-green gaze.
"I want you." The smaller cat responded in an chilling tone.
Jaystep felt a shiver slither down his spine like a snake. Me? The black tom pondered. This cat has gone mad.
"You're kidding me." Jaystep hesitated as the tom's gaze continued steadily. He's serious. Jaystep almost choked. The black tom shifted his weight, releasing a dismissing retort. "I don't think you're my...type."
"Hardly."
Jaystep smirked, digesting this insanity.
"Why do you want me?" The black tom asked matter-of-factly.
"You are strong. A perfect warrior. A perfect leader." The brown tabby paused, continuing in a guttural coo, voice dripping with satisfaction. "You want to know why I am here."
Jaystep had to admit, this cat was good. He wanted nothing more than to know what the stranger had to say. Me, a leader? Of what? Who? The black tom questioned, curiosity alight in his icy green gaze.
"I have a proposition."
There was a moment of silence before the brown tabby continued boldly, articulately... effortlessly.
"How would you like to become leader of Nightclan?"
Jaystep glanced away into the depths of RainClan territory beyond. Leader. So that is why he is here. What does this cat have against Pinestar and Foxfern? Or... What does he want in turn? The black tom's mind flashed with ambitious thoughts. Jaystar has a nice ring to it. He thought. Doubt was a weak spark kindled in the pit of his stomach, and no matter how little, it still held his tongue and prevented a rash response. Jaystep's father, Thorntail, was exiled from the clan after a fight with the deputy. I will not make the same mistakes as my father. He swore to himself. The black tom glanced around him, ears flicking to and fro. They were truly alone, with no prying ears or eyes. Jaystep's ambition soon doused any flames of doubt or hesitation. Only moment's after the smaller tom's proposal, the black tom let loose a thin, corrupted grin, responding to the RainClan cat in a unnerving rumble.
"I'm listening."
If you must break the law,
do it to seize power:
in all other cases observe it.
Word Count: xxx
Tags: @kahani
Notes: xxx
JaYSteP
42 Moons | NightClan | Senior Warrior
Saying Jaystep was livid would be an understatement. The black tom paced back and forth by the RainClan border, his late-night catch buried only a few tail-lengths away. His sister challenged him in front of his clanmates, backing some silly notion that Dimstar's breeding regulations were holding Nightclan back. Pinestar is too soft and liberal. What has Nightclan come to? Those rules made it so some sorry excuse of a cat doesn't birth or sire useless kits. That Bonetail is some lazy piece of work. I wouldn't wish to mentor a kit from him, more or less have to live with one who can barely feed itself. Jaystep thought bitterly, his hackles rising angrily. It wasn't until he stopped and sat back on his haunches that he noticed him.
The large, black tom perked his ears. Jaystep's faint, green gaze rested on a small, stout tabby tom sitting calmly in the darkness on the RainClan side of the border. The stranger's tail was wrapped collectedly around his paws. The only thing between the two rivals were the Muddy Pools, a stretch of land littered with puddles shining silver in the moonlight. The black tom lurched to his paws, taking a few bold, swaggering steps towards the Rainclan cat, paws stomping past the NightClan border, splashing muddy water up his legs. The brown RainClan tom didn't bat an eye, and in turn he counterpoised Jaystep's lumbering pace with a buoyant, yet uneven, gait. The RainClan cat's presence stirred the black tom, and something about him was... deadly... commanding. Jaystep felt uneasy, as if he was challenging a cat his elder and more experienced, though the other tom looked to be in his prime, just as he. From what Jaystep could tell, the cat was strong, despite his limp, and every bit a warrior, from the deep gouges on his flank, to his commanding posture.
"What do you want, fish-breath?" Jaystep taunted in a low, husky growl.
The toms had grown close enough to feel each other's breath on their whiskers, and although Jaystep was almost twice his size, the brown tom stared at him with a level, yellow-green gaze.
"I want you." The smaller cat responded in an chilling tone.
Jaystep felt a shiver slither down his spine like a snake. Me? The black tom pondered. This cat has gone mad.
"You're kidding me." Jaystep hesitated as the tom's gaze continued steadily. He's serious. Jaystep almost choked. The black tom shifted his weight, releasing a dismissing retort. "I don't think you're my...type."
"Hardly."
Jaystep smirked, digesting this insanity.
"Why do you want me?" The black tom asked matter-of-factly.
"You are strong. A perfect warrior. A perfect leader." The brown tabby paused, continuing in a guttural coo, voice dripping with satisfaction. "You want to know why I am here."
Jaystep had to admit, this cat was good. He wanted nothing more than to know what the stranger had to say. Me, a leader? Of what? Who? The black tom questioned, curiosity alight in his icy green gaze.
"I have a proposition."
There was a moment of silence before the brown tabby continued boldly, articulately... effortlessly.
"How would you like to become leader of Nightclan?"
Jaystep glanced away into the depths of RainClan territory beyond. Leader. So that is why he is here. What does this cat have against Pinestar and Foxfern? Or... What does he want in turn? The black tom's mind flashed with ambitious thoughts. Jaystar has a nice ring to it. He thought. Doubt was a weak spark kindled in the pit of his stomach, and no matter how little, it still held his tongue and prevented a rash response. Jaystep's father, Thorntail, was exiled from the clan after a fight with the deputy. I will not make the same mistakes as my father. He swore to himself. The black tom glanced around him, ears flicking to and fro. They were truly alone, with no prying ears or eyes. Jaystep's ambition soon doused any flames of doubt or hesitation. Only moment's after the smaller tom's proposal, the black tom let loose a thin, corrupted grin, responding to the RainClan cat in a unnerving rumble.
"I'm listening."
If you must break the law,
do it to seize power:
in all other cases observe it.
Word Count: xxx
Tags:
Notes: xxx
Staff Note: 45 Prey Awarded from the June Promo Event!
(15 for NightClan Cat, 15 for NightClan Tom, 15 for NightClan Senior Warrior)