Post by Justice on Jul 14, 2018 0:06:42 GMT -5
Name: Bearclaw
Age: 39 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description:
Intense golden eyes stare out of a mostly black furred face offset only by the brown tips on his ears and the white of his whiskers. His gaze is intent and steady, constantly locked on to whoever or whatever has his attention. He has long limbs and a large, powerful body, built for strength and hard take-downs rather than speed. His body is broad and his paws large to compensate for the build of him and his body is lined with heavy muscle underneath a thick pelt of long black and brown fur. He tends to carry himself quietly and with purpose, careful not to waste movement or energy as he can tire out easily if forced to chase down prey. He's build for hard hits, not speed, and can only maintain short bursts of speed before his body tires.
Description Summary: A large black and brown tom with gold eyes.
Personality:
A quiet force of strength and calm, Loyal to a fault, and intensely private. Bearclaw is a cat others may rely on, but whom relies only on himself. He's contained and wastes no time on idle chatter or gossip, and doesn't speak without a good reason. When he speaks it is because he sees or knows something he thinks will help the cats around him, and he never lies. To many he seems aloof, cold, without emotion or feeling, but he's both intensely private in his personal affairs and very controlled. He feels as though allowing those outside his circle to know and see his emotions actively means they can use those emotions against him, use those he cares about against him. So he remains quiet, takes the speculation as to his character, and carries on. He is a loyal warrior, he never falters and believes entirely in his clan and his place within it. He is also a cat for whom his size is part of his arsenal, and he's not above carting off small cats at the scruff for unruly behavior as though they are simply kits. It doesn't bother him to embarrass grown cats with this, and in fact he secretly finds it very amusing.
Bearclaw is also a romantic at the heart of him, and believes in there being someone for everyone. Even if it means they never meet in this life, he knows someday, in some way, he'll find the she-cat that calls to his heart. The one that belongs to him entirely and that he, in turn, can belong to. He waits patiently for this to happen, though he knows it may take a very long time, maybe even into StarClan and beyond. But it doesn't matter, he believes it will happen and is content to wait. His judge of what forever looks like is watching his leader interact with mate and family. True love found the tom that leads StoneClan, and showed him exactly what sort of life he could someday have if he's just patient enough to wait for it. He'll search and he'll pray, but in the end its all up to patience, diligence, and the refusal to lose hope.
History:
Bearclaw was born as one in a litter of two to Stormsurge and Dewshine; a pair of StoneClan warriors. He never really knew his father, as the tom was crushed by falling rocks during a patrol well before the two kits eyes were open to meet him properly. So Bearkit and Moonkit looked up primarily to Hawkstar as a sort of father figure, the strong leader that had kits in the nursery the same time as the two fatherless kits. Bearkit was always quieter than his sister, but grew faster than she did and assumed a protective role early on. He knew that he'd be a warrior, that he came from a family of warriors. And he wanted to be able to protect his family since his father couldn't be there to do it for them.
As he grew Bearkit realized his size was less a blessing than he'd originally thought, as he was constantly tripping over his large paws and many times got scratched or smacked with a paw for sitting on his smaller sibling or one of the other kits in the nursery the same time as he was. It was a great relief, therefore, when he finally became an apprentice.
In all things Bearpaw tried to emulate the larger than life figurehead of StoneClan, though in a much quieter way. He never rose his voice and chose to rarely speak unless it was important. He grew slowly into his size and his strength, and by the time he took his warrior name he had learned to move without running over smaller cats and could be trusted to walk alongside the she-cats of the clan.
Bearpaw became Bearclaw, and within moons his sister Moonpaw became Moonsong, and they could go hunting together. He never really focused on the she-cats around him, never further than his need to protect his mother and sister. But he did wish for more, and watched the clan for signs of StarClan sending someone that might be able to be his soulmate.
Thoughts of family and love ended when Greencough hit the valley, claiming the lives of his mother and sister and leaving him alone even among his own clan. He distanced himself from the others, chose quieter company and closed off from the more rowdy cats around him. He didn't want to worry anyone, he didn't want to be a burden. His closest friends knew it was only his way, to close off while his heart healed from such a major blow, and to deal with the guilt that he'd survived while the rest of his family had died. As a protector he had failed.
But time went on, his wounds healed. He may be without someone to protect right now, but he can still provide for the clan, still bring in prey and defend the clan territory from outsiders. He seeks only to further these goals, and for the time being has put his dreams of a family of his own on hold in favor of not opening himself up to the pain of losing someone he cares about once again.
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Age: 39 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description:
Intense golden eyes stare out of a mostly black furred face offset only by the brown tips on his ears and the white of his whiskers. His gaze is intent and steady, constantly locked on to whoever or whatever has his attention. He has long limbs and a large, powerful body, built for strength and hard take-downs rather than speed. His body is broad and his paws large to compensate for the build of him and his body is lined with heavy muscle underneath a thick pelt of long black and brown fur. He tends to carry himself quietly and with purpose, careful not to waste movement or energy as he can tire out easily if forced to chase down prey. He's build for hard hits, not speed, and can only maintain short bursts of speed before his body tires.
Description Summary: A large black and brown tom with gold eyes.
Personality:
A quiet force of strength and calm, Loyal to a fault, and intensely private. Bearclaw is a cat others may rely on, but whom relies only on himself. He's contained and wastes no time on idle chatter or gossip, and doesn't speak without a good reason. When he speaks it is because he sees or knows something he thinks will help the cats around him, and he never lies. To many he seems aloof, cold, without emotion or feeling, but he's both intensely private in his personal affairs and very controlled. He feels as though allowing those outside his circle to know and see his emotions actively means they can use those emotions against him, use those he cares about against him. So he remains quiet, takes the speculation as to his character, and carries on. He is a loyal warrior, he never falters and believes entirely in his clan and his place within it. He is also a cat for whom his size is part of his arsenal, and he's not above carting off small cats at the scruff for unruly behavior as though they are simply kits. It doesn't bother him to embarrass grown cats with this, and in fact he secretly finds it very amusing.
Bearclaw is also a romantic at the heart of him, and believes in there being someone for everyone. Even if it means they never meet in this life, he knows someday, in some way, he'll find the she-cat that calls to his heart. The one that belongs to him entirely and that he, in turn, can belong to. He waits patiently for this to happen, though he knows it may take a very long time, maybe even into StarClan and beyond. But it doesn't matter, he believes it will happen and is content to wait. His judge of what forever looks like is watching his leader interact with mate and family. True love found the tom that leads StoneClan, and showed him exactly what sort of life he could someday have if he's just patient enough to wait for it. He'll search and he'll pray, but in the end its all up to patience, diligence, and the refusal to lose hope.
History:
Bearclaw was born as one in a litter of two to Stormsurge and Dewshine; a pair of StoneClan warriors. He never really knew his father, as the tom was crushed by falling rocks during a patrol well before the two kits eyes were open to meet him properly. So Bearkit and Moonkit looked up primarily to Hawkstar as a sort of father figure, the strong leader that had kits in the nursery the same time as the two fatherless kits. Bearkit was always quieter than his sister, but grew faster than she did and assumed a protective role early on. He knew that he'd be a warrior, that he came from a family of warriors. And he wanted to be able to protect his family since his father couldn't be there to do it for them.
As he grew Bearkit realized his size was less a blessing than he'd originally thought, as he was constantly tripping over his large paws and many times got scratched or smacked with a paw for sitting on his smaller sibling or one of the other kits in the nursery the same time as he was. It was a great relief, therefore, when he finally became an apprentice.
In all things Bearpaw tried to emulate the larger than life figurehead of StoneClan, though in a much quieter way. He never rose his voice and chose to rarely speak unless it was important. He grew slowly into his size and his strength, and by the time he took his warrior name he had learned to move without running over smaller cats and could be trusted to walk alongside the she-cats of the clan.
Bearpaw became Bearclaw, and within moons his sister Moonpaw became Moonsong, and they could go hunting together. He never really focused on the she-cats around him, never further than his need to protect his mother and sister. But he did wish for more, and watched the clan for signs of StarClan sending someone that might be able to be his soulmate.
Thoughts of family and love ended when Greencough hit the valley, claiming the lives of his mother and sister and leaving him alone even among his own clan. He distanced himself from the others, chose quieter company and closed off from the more rowdy cats around him. He didn't want to worry anyone, he didn't want to be a burden. His closest friends knew it was only his way, to close off while his heart healed from such a major blow, and to deal with the guilt that he'd survived while the rest of his family had died. As a protector he had failed.
But time went on, his wounds healed. He may be without someone to protect right now, but he can still provide for the clan, still bring in prey and defend the clan territory from outsiders. He seeks only to further these goals, and for the time being has put his dreams of a family of his own on hold in favor of not opening himself up to the pain of losing someone he cares about once again.
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