Post by pepperpad on Oct 17, 2008 16:37:46 GMT -7
.x.name.x.
Larkclaw
.x.gender.x.
Tom
.x.rank.x.
Warrior
.x.age.x.
31 moons
.x.clan.x.
FireClan
.x.quick description.x.
Golden brown tabby tom, amber eyes.
.x.description.x.
Larkclaw's fur seems to be as wild as his personality. To put the long description in short form, he's simply a golden brown tom with black stripes. That leaves out a lot however. There is much more detail in Larkclaw's pelt than first meets the eyes. Taking away the markings and stripes, his pelt is a bronze color. It never seemed to lose its kit like wildness, and like a young cat's pelt his fur sticks out all over the place. Some cats wouldn't be caught dead in a pelt so wild. It would be a simple matter to merely groom back his fur and it would lie flat for a while. Larkclaw however sees the frizzy texture of his pelt as a type of trophy, and hates the idea of grooming it any more than absolutely necessary. If you add the next layer of his pelt, he would look about the same. Most of his markings are very faint shades of brown that mix in perfectly with his bronze coat. The markings range in color and size. The darkest marking would be pale brown while the lightest is tan. The largest of the marking would be about the size of a loony and the smallest would be about the size of a dime. Both of Larkclaw’s paws are pure white, as is the very tip of his long tail. There is a ring of white around his nose that slowly fades the farther away it comes from his nose. The final layer of Larkclaw’s pelt is obviously his tabby stripes. The stripes are very thick and copper colored, they cover almost his entire pelt other than his gray belly and white paws.
In the moonlight, Larkclaw’s bronze pelt seems to be orange and the copper stripes black, which gives him the appearance of a miniature tiger. His size helps add to this. He has a very thick build, and can appear rather menacing. Everything about him is long. His legs are tall (though they don’t appear to be too tall because of the size of his upper body) and his tail is very long even when compared to his body. Despite being large, Larkclaw is very graceful and very rarely bumps into things. Larkclaw’s eyes are amber orange colored. All of the emotions that he doesn’t feel like expressing outside seem to be projected by his eyes whether he wants them to or not. Because of that they are possibly the most revealing feature about the tom and one of the things that encourages others to approach him.
.x.personality.x.
If Larkclaw were human, he would probably be a famous explorer. Or rather he would probably be an explorer who ended up failing in his career. He has been described as wild and crazy which he thinks is rather unfair. The word that Larkclaw would choose to describe himself with would be adventurous. He is rarely happy sitting in one place and there is nothing that he enjoys more than being out in the territory. He’s always among the first to volunteer for a patrol whether it be hunting or border. Larkclaw will long look forward to the day of when he will be able to train an apprentice and teach him or her what he knows for he also has a soft spot for young cats. In a way, Larkclaw never left the carefree days of kit hood. He often seems to be just as wild and hyper as a new apprentice or kit. His size and build often make other cats especially younger ones hesitant to approach him. All it takes is one look in his eyes to see the sincerity and kindness in them however, and most cats will find the courage to speak to him.
Despite his wild ways, Larkclaw is very loyal to his clan and clan mates. Some cats with histories similar to his become reclusive and bitter. Larkclaw is anything but that. He’s very active in his clan, as proved by his eagerness to volunteer for patrols. He also regards every one of his clan mates as though they were his close family. Of course, with all families there must be fights so Larkclaw does have his spats with fellow clan mates. Overall though, Larkclaw will be the one to end those fights. He doesn’t like to not be able to speak to a clan mate for a while. For particularly bad arguments, Larkclaw may take a few days to cool down enough to apologize or speak to his arguing clan mate. Cases such as that are rare though and Larkclaw always feels horrible about them for many days even if he is forgiven.
Larkclaw was born with a certain disregard with the warrior code. He makes it a kind of job for himself to push it to his limits like a teenager rebelling against their parents. He will never break it, but he doesn’t shy away from the things that could get him in trouble. That often creates problems with clan mates and when added with his stubbornness can get him on the bad side of many fellow warriors. Around young cats Larkclaw does improve his behaviour and hold back his rebellious side. Whatever he thinks he knows that it is not the best way to behave and he tries to be a better example for the sponge like minds of kits and young apprentices. He often isn’t afraid to talk back to older warriors however, unless of course those older warriors happen to be the leader, medicine cat, or deputy. He recognizes and respects their authority and does know that the leader’s word is law not just a rule.
.x.history.x.
Family:
Larkkit was born the eldest of two kits. His sister’s name was Poppykit, and she was in every way the pride of her mother. Larkkit’s mother’s name was Fuzzfur, an eccentric energetic queen who never revealed the identity of the kit’s father. Larkkit was often pushed aside by his mother, who lathered Poppykit with endless attention. Fuzzfur came from a long line of FireClan warriors of which almost all of the females became queens. As a result of this, her family’s females often paid more attention to their female kits rather than the males. Larkkit got along well with his sister, but always had a bit of resentment towards his mother for her lack of attention towards him.
First few moons:
While Fuzzfur was giving birth a lark was singing outside the nursery. The sweet sound of the lark's voice soothed Fuzzfur and seemed to calm Larkkit as well when he was born. Therefore, Fuzzfur decided to name him Larkkit. All through his first few moons, his sister overshadowed Larkkit. It was constantly obvious who was Fuzzfur’s favourite kit and though the queen never abandoned Larkkit, she never showed him the love that she showed Poppykit. Larkkit and Poppykit were very close though. They were known within the clan for creating trouble for they often snuck out of the nursery and his in other dens. The to adventurous were a source for much stress for their mother, but she never complained too much. While some warriors found the two kits to be an annoyance, others adored their energy and as Poppykit and Larkkit grew older they gained many friends.
Four-Six moons old
When Larkkit and Poppykit were four moons old, there came a tragedy in the nursery. Green cough rolled through and the mother, daughter and son all became sick and quarantined so that they could not pass the illness on. The medicine cat often had to send patrols out daily to gather new herbs to help battle the disease. Finally it seemed as though all three would pull through. Larkkit was the first to obviously recover, within a week he was bouncing around the nursery like a newborn. Fuzzfur was next to recover a day after him and even Poppykit seemed to have improved. The night after Fuzzfur was given the clear, a frost rolled through the clan. Temperatures reached below freezing, which was very dangerous for a kit of Poppykit’s health and age. The three cats fell asleep quickly, but only Larkkit and his mother woke in the morning.
It took Fuzzfur and Larkkit many days to recover from the loss of Poppykit. During those days, Larkkit and his mother would often only speak to eachother and sleep much of the day. It was in that time that there became a new closeness between the mother and son. Fuzzfur. When they finally began to become more involved in clan life, they both were very close though still not as close as Poppykit and Fuzzfur had been.
The rest of his kithood
The rest of Larkkit’s kithood was uneventful. By the time he became six moons old Poppykit seemed like a distant dream to him. While that fact saddened him, it also made him slightly happy because now he didn’t have to dwell on her death as much. By the day of his apprenticeship ceremony his personality was already back to that of his early kit hood and that personality would ultimately carry on through most of the rest of his apprenticeship moons.
Apprenticeship:
Much to the surprise of both Fuzzfur and Larkpaw the mother and son were to be mentor and apprentice. Larkpaw was his mother's first apprenttice. Eager to train him well, Fuzzfur often pushed him hard and expected more of him than was fair. Larkpaw rarely complained however. He enjoyed the attention that he was receiving though it was sometimes negative. Towards the end of his apprenticeship, Fuzzfur fell ill. No one could tell what was wrong with her and every day her condition worsened. Soon she died, leaving Larkpaw alone.
For many days Larkpaw refused to talk to anyone. It seemed to be Poppykit's death all over again. One morning, he woke up energetic and eager to get back to clan duties. he claimed that the night before Fuzzfur had visited him in a dream and talked to him. Whether that was simply a dream made up by Larkclaw's subconcious or an actual message from StarClan isn't certain. After that night though, Larkpaw's true self showed through. He became very adventurous and though he spent much of his time out in the territory he was actively involved in the clan too. It was close enough to Larkpaw's warrior ceremony that the warriors of his clan could trade off being his mentor for a day and a few weeks after his dream he received his warrior name of Larkclaw. The was given the 'claw' part of his name because the deaths in his family made him swear that he would fight to the death to protect those close to him, and that includes his Clan.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
Larkclaw's eyes fluttered open with sleepy alertness. There was quiet activity within the camp as the dawn patrol prepared to head out. Larkclaw always woke to the dawn patrol, he never could seem to sleep later. He lay as he was for a moment, head resting on his golden paws as he stared at the few clan members who were also awake. His eyes wanted to slid shut again, catch the few more moments of shuteye that they could, but Larkclaw wouldn't let them. He knew that he would get only a few minutes of rest, if he managed to fall asleep at all. It was best to make himself useful in the mornings rather than becoming useless again. With a tired groan he pushed himself to his paws and stood, though he ducked his head down to avoid rubbing against the leaves that served as shelter for FireClan warriors.
With sharp amber eyes he noticed that the fresh kill pile was slowly decreasing. Cats would be waking soon with hungry stomachs, waiting for something to eat. That was a way that he could make himself useful. He spotted another clan member sitting across the camp, staring at him. Respectfully Larkclaw dipped his head before he turned to the camp entrance and walked outside to hunt.
.x.password.x.
[admin corrected] *.*
Larkclaw
.x.gender.x.
Tom
.x.rank.x.
Warrior
.x.age.x.
31 moons
.x.clan.x.
FireClan
.x.quick description.x.
Golden brown tabby tom, amber eyes.
.x.description.x.
Larkclaw's fur seems to be as wild as his personality. To put the long description in short form, he's simply a golden brown tom with black stripes. That leaves out a lot however. There is much more detail in Larkclaw's pelt than first meets the eyes. Taking away the markings and stripes, his pelt is a bronze color. It never seemed to lose its kit like wildness, and like a young cat's pelt his fur sticks out all over the place. Some cats wouldn't be caught dead in a pelt so wild. It would be a simple matter to merely groom back his fur and it would lie flat for a while. Larkclaw however sees the frizzy texture of his pelt as a type of trophy, and hates the idea of grooming it any more than absolutely necessary. If you add the next layer of his pelt, he would look about the same. Most of his markings are very faint shades of brown that mix in perfectly with his bronze coat. The markings range in color and size. The darkest marking would be pale brown while the lightest is tan. The largest of the marking would be about the size of a loony and the smallest would be about the size of a dime. Both of Larkclaw’s paws are pure white, as is the very tip of his long tail. There is a ring of white around his nose that slowly fades the farther away it comes from his nose. The final layer of Larkclaw’s pelt is obviously his tabby stripes. The stripes are very thick and copper colored, they cover almost his entire pelt other than his gray belly and white paws.
In the moonlight, Larkclaw’s bronze pelt seems to be orange and the copper stripes black, which gives him the appearance of a miniature tiger. His size helps add to this. He has a very thick build, and can appear rather menacing. Everything about him is long. His legs are tall (though they don’t appear to be too tall because of the size of his upper body) and his tail is very long even when compared to his body. Despite being large, Larkclaw is very graceful and very rarely bumps into things. Larkclaw’s eyes are amber orange colored. All of the emotions that he doesn’t feel like expressing outside seem to be projected by his eyes whether he wants them to or not. Because of that they are possibly the most revealing feature about the tom and one of the things that encourages others to approach him.
.x.personality.x.
If Larkclaw were human, he would probably be a famous explorer. Or rather he would probably be an explorer who ended up failing in his career. He has been described as wild and crazy which he thinks is rather unfair. The word that Larkclaw would choose to describe himself with would be adventurous. He is rarely happy sitting in one place and there is nothing that he enjoys more than being out in the territory. He’s always among the first to volunteer for a patrol whether it be hunting or border. Larkclaw will long look forward to the day of when he will be able to train an apprentice and teach him or her what he knows for he also has a soft spot for young cats. In a way, Larkclaw never left the carefree days of kit hood. He often seems to be just as wild and hyper as a new apprentice or kit. His size and build often make other cats especially younger ones hesitant to approach him. All it takes is one look in his eyes to see the sincerity and kindness in them however, and most cats will find the courage to speak to him.
Despite his wild ways, Larkclaw is very loyal to his clan and clan mates. Some cats with histories similar to his become reclusive and bitter. Larkclaw is anything but that. He’s very active in his clan, as proved by his eagerness to volunteer for patrols. He also regards every one of his clan mates as though they were his close family. Of course, with all families there must be fights so Larkclaw does have his spats with fellow clan mates. Overall though, Larkclaw will be the one to end those fights. He doesn’t like to not be able to speak to a clan mate for a while. For particularly bad arguments, Larkclaw may take a few days to cool down enough to apologize or speak to his arguing clan mate. Cases such as that are rare though and Larkclaw always feels horrible about them for many days even if he is forgiven.
Larkclaw was born with a certain disregard with the warrior code. He makes it a kind of job for himself to push it to his limits like a teenager rebelling against their parents. He will never break it, but he doesn’t shy away from the things that could get him in trouble. That often creates problems with clan mates and when added with his stubbornness can get him on the bad side of many fellow warriors. Around young cats Larkclaw does improve his behaviour and hold back his rebellious side. Whatever he thinks he knows that it is not the best way to behave and he tries to be a better example for the sponge like minds of kits and young apprentices. He often isn’t afraid to talk back to older warriors however, unless of course those older warriors happen to be the leader, medicine cat, or deputy. He recognizes and respects their authority and does know that the leader’s word is law not just a rule.
.x.history.x.
Family:
Larkkit was born the eldest of two kits. His sister’s name was Poppykit, and she was in every way the pride of her mother. Larkkit’s mother’s name was Fuzzfur, an eccentric energetic queen who never revealed the identity of the kit’s father. Larkkit was often pushed aside by his mother, who lathered Poppykit with endless attention. Fuzzfur came from a long line of FireClan warriors of which almost all of the females became queens. As a result of this, her family’s females often paid more attention to their female kits rather than the males. Larkkit got along well with his sister, but always had a bit of resentment towards his mother for her lack of attention towards him.
First few moons:
While Fuzzfur was giving birth a lark was singing outside the nursery. The sweet sound of the lark's voice soothed Fuzzfur and seemed to calm Larkkit as well when he was born. Therefore, Fuzzfur decided to name him Larkkit. All through his first few moons, his sister overshadowed Larkkit. It was constantly obvious who was Fuzzfur’s favourite kit and though the queen never abandoned Larkkit, she never showed him the love that she showed Poppykit. Larkkit and Poppykit were very close though. They were known within the clan for creating trouble for they often snuck out of the nursery and his in other dens. The to adventurous were a source for much stress for their mother, but she never complained too much. While some warriors found the two kits to be an annoyance, others adored their energy and as Poppykit and Larkkit grew older they gained many friends.
Four-Six moons old
When Larkkit and Poppykit were four moons old, there came a tragedy in the nursery. Green cough rolled through and the mother, daughter and son all became sick and quarantined so that they could not pass the illness on. The medicine cat often had to send patrols out daily to gather new herbs to help battle the disease. Finally it seemed as though all three would pull through. Larkkit was the first to obviously recover, within a week he was bouncing around the nursery like a newborn. Fuzzfur was next to recover a day after him and even Poppykit seemed to have improved. The night after Fuzzfur was given the clear, a frost rolled through the clan. Temperatures reached below freezing, which was very dangerous for a kit of Poppykit’s health and age. The three cats fell asleep quickly, but only Larkkit and his mother woke in the morning.
It took Fuzzfur and Larkkit many days to recover from the loss of Poppykit. During those days, Larkkit and his mother would often only speak to eachother and sleep much of the day. It was in that time that there became a new closeness between the mother and son. Fuzzfur. When they finally began to become more involved in clan life, they both were very close though still not as close as Poppykit and Fuzzfur had been.
The rest of his kithood
The rest of Larkkit’s kithood was uneventful. By the time he became six moons old Poppykit seemed like a distant dream to him. While that fact saddened him, it also made him slightly happy because now he didn’t have to dwell on her death as much. By the day of his apprenticeship ceremony his personality was already back to that of his early kit hood and that personality would ultimately carry on through most of the rest of his apprenticeship moons.
Apprenticeship:
Much to the surprise of both Fuzzfur and Larkpaw the mother and son were to be mentor and apprentice. Larkpaw was his mother's first apprenttice. Eager to train him well, Fuzzfur often pushed him hard and expected more of him than was fair. Larkpaw rarely complained however. He enjoyed the attention that he was receiving though it was sometimes negative. Towards the end of his apprenticeship, Fuzzfur fell ill. No one could tell what was wrong with her and every day her condition worsened. Soon she died, leaving Larkpaw alone.
For many days Larkpaw refused to talk to anyone. It seemed to be Poppykit's death all over again. One morning, he woke up energetic and eager to get back to clan duties. he claimed that the night before Fuzzfur had visited him in a dream and talked to him. Whether that was simply a dream made up by Larkclaw's subconcious or an actual message from StarClan isn't certain. After that night though, Larkpaw's true self showed through. He became very adventurous and though he spent much of his time out in the territory he was actively involved in the clan too. It was close enough to Larkpaw's warrior ceremony that the warriors of his clan could trade off being his mentor for a day and a few weeks after his dream he received his warrior name of Larkclaw. The was given the 'claw' part of his name because the deaths in his family made him swear that he would fight to the death to protect those close to him, and that includes his Clan.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
Larkclaw's eyes fluttered open with sleepy alertness. There was quiet activity within the camp as the dawn patrol prepared to head out. Larkclaw always woke to the dawn patrol, he never could seem to sleep later. He lay as he was for a moment, head resting on his golden paws as he stared at the few clan members who were also awake. His eyes wanted to slid shut again, catch the few more moments of shuteye that they could, but Larkclaw wouldn't let them. He knew that he would get only a few minutes of rest, if he managed to fall asleep at all. It was best to make himself useful in the mornings rather than becoming useless again. With a tired groan he pushed himself to his paws and stood, though he ducked his head down to avoid rubbing against the leaves that served as shelter for FireClan warriors.
With sharp amber eyes he noticed that the fresh kill pile was slowly decreasing. Cats would be waking soon with hungry stomachs, waiting for something to eat. That was a way that he could make himself useful. He spotted another clan member sitting across the camp, staring at him. Respectfully Larkclaw dipped his head before he turned to the camp entrance and walked outside to hunt.
.x.password.x.
[admin corrected] *.*
