Post by .F.r.o.z.e.n. |Gorsey| on Oct 8, 2008 21:45:38 GMT -7
.x.name.x.
Gorsepelt
.x.gender.x.
Tom
.x.rank.x.
None
.x.age.x.
Thirty Nine Moons
.x.clan.x.
None/Loner
.x.quick description.x.
Powerful Brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
.x.description.x.
Build
Gorsepelt is a very powerfully built tom. His shoulders are broad and muscular, rounded and sculpted. His forelegs are thick and solid looking, providing swiftness and skill in fighting and hunting. His paws are large and flat, with long black claws waiting to attack anycat who threatens him. His back is long and curves into mighty haunches, allowing him easy leaps from tree branch to tree branch. His hind legs are also thickset. The fur around his neck is shaggier than the rest, making his shoulders look a little more proportionate. His face his more angular than the rest of his body, lending a handsome feel to his appearance. His forehead is broad and an even mix between rounded and flat.
Pelt
Gorsepelt's fur is a medium between thick and thin. Its slightly coarse, but when well groomed is soft and sleek. Around his neck is a slightly thicker mane of fur, shaggy and more prone to burrs and thorns. Inside his ears are tufts of white fur, sometimes making it a little harder to hear things. The coloring of his pelt is quite unique. Dark brown furs are covered in deep brown/black stripes and blotches. His face has tabby stripes along the forehead and cheeks, a dark line following the line from his eyes to the edges of his nose. His neck fur is quite lighter than most of his fur, thought his chest is decorated with stripes. His legs and paws are like a gradient from lighter at the top, to darkest at his paws. His tail is a sweeping plume of brown tabby fur, not too shaggy or feathery, but just enough to make him considered and long haired cat.
Eyes
Gorsepelt's eyes are a mystifying sight. Pools of amber are never ending as you look into them, like liquid flowing before your eyes. When the sunlight catches them, they shine with a glossy glow. At night when the moon is out, they look almost silver. the hue of amber changes depending on his mood. When he is calm, a green color seems to mix in with the translucent color. When he is angry, red is the most prominent hue.
.x.personality.x.
Opinionated
Gorsepelt has his own opinions. And he likes to stick with them. Gorsepelt is not a very open-minded cat, often leading to arguments and debates. If you question his beliefs or systems, you are in for a tongue lashing and maybe even a full out chase from his territory. Gorsepelt has strong convictions, even though he is a Loner. He believes whole heartedly in StarClan and lets them guide him whenever he needs guidance. Gorsepelt is also a very strong debater, so I wouldn't fancy getting into an argument with him.
Charming
Gorsepelt sure knows how to turn on the charm. :] He always knows what to say and when to say it. His engaging personality has won him many friends and he has had casual flings with many she-cats. He has yet to find a she-cat he truly loves. Gorsepelt used to be very hospitable and loving towards other cats; that is, when he was still in a Clan.
Harsh
Gorsepelt has been hardened over his moons of living. When he was first apprenticed, he was a loving, kind cat with lots of strength and potential to be a great warrior. But then he realized he was uncomfortable around so many cats. He began to feel choked by all the duties of clan life, and by the crush of cats surrounding him every day and every night. He became restless and snippy, using rude remarks whenever spoken to. he took to going hunting on his own, and he became harsh on the apprentices if they tried to follow along. His words are sharp and barbed now, guarding himself carefully from anyone who might get close enough to break down his defenses.
.x.history.x.
In the nursery
When Gorsepelt was a tiny kit, he was carefree and quite the little ball of energy and spunk. Quite different than the cat he turned into. He was the oldest and larges of two, born with powerful looking shoulders and a glint of mischief in his bright amber eyes. He would play all the time with his little sister, Featherkit, always getting on the other queens nerves, though their mother loved them dearly.
Being apprenticed
When Gorsekit became Gorsepaw, he started having a shadow of doubt flicker through his thoughts about clan life. He had to start doing mindless [at least to him] tasks such as caring for the elders, taking out stinky bedding, and doing whatever he was told to do. Though he was great at following orders, he hated it with ever fiber of his being. He started to resent having so many cats around, watching his every move and scrutinizing him whenever he messed up. He couldn't sleep well at night knowing other apprentices were in the same den. The only comfort he found was in his sister, Featherpaw. They trained together and had fun together. He didn't think things would be so bad if Featherpaw stayed with him.
A betrayal
A few moons later, Featherpaw made an earth-shattering choice: she wanted to become a medicine cat. She had seemed so excited and joyous that she finally found a place to serve her clan well. Gorsepaw had to agree she wasn't that great at hunting, but deep down he felt a deep sorrow. When Featherpaw was with her mentor, she didn't have time to be with him anymore. Soon, it became too much to bare. He resented her for it, resented StarClan and WaterClan. For it was StarClan whom had sent the sign, and WaterClan's choice to listen to it and act on it.
A choice
Gorsepaw was nearing the end of his training, and his warrior ceremony was coming soon. He found himself going out on hunts without permission, sleeping alone outside the camp, and barely talking to anycat. When his ceremony came, some younger cats who were knew apprentices or kits didn't even know who he was. Gorsepelt was fading away from Clan life. It just wasn't right for him. He knew he had to leave.
A couple of moonrises later, Gorsepelt spoke with his leader, Woodstar. He told him he couldn't handle the life of a Clan cat anymore. Woodstar had been observing him, and had seen it coming. He told Gorsepelt he was an amazing warrior, but he had to do what his heart told him. That night, they held a ceremony for Gorsepelt's leave. Gorsepelt could barely look his sister in the eye that night. He loved her so much, but she was so distant. That night, he left. He has found a small cozy spot of land just outside of WaterClan territory with a few lush trees and a warm cave for him to sleep in. He lives a life of contentment, coming and going as he pleases, but in his heart he misses his sister. Maybe one day they will cross paths again.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
See Featherwhisker's.
.x.password.x.
[admin corrected] **
Gorsepelt
.x.gender.x.
Tom
.x.rank.x.
None
.x.age.x.
Thirty Nine Moons
.x.clan.x.
None/Loner
.x.quick description.x.
Powerful Brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
.x.description.x.
Build
Gorsepelt is a very powerfully built tom. His shoulders are broad and muscular, rounded and sculpted. His forelegs are thick and solid looking, providing swiftness and skill in fighting and hunting. His paws are large and flat, with long black claws waiting to attack anycat who threatens him. His back is long and curves into mighty haunches, allowing him easy leaps from tree branch to tree branch. His hind legs are also thickset. The fur around his neck is shaggier than the rest, making his shoulders look a little more proportionate. His face his more angular than the rest of his body, lending a handsome feel to his appearance. His forehead is broad and an even mix between rounded and flat.
Pelt
Gorsepelt's fur is a medium between thick and thin. Its slightly coarse, but when well groomed is soft and sleek. Around his neck is a slightly thicker mane of fur, shaggy and more prone to burrs and thorns. Inside his ears are tufts of white fur, sometimes making it a little harder to hear things. The coloring of his pelt is quite unique. Dark brown furs are covered in deep brown/black stripes and blotches. His face has tabby stripes along the forehead and cheeks, a dark line following the line from his eyes to the edges of his nose. His neck fur is quite lighter than most of his fur, thought his chest is decorated with stripes. His legs and paws are like a gradient from lighter at the top, to darkest at his paws. His tail is a sweeping plume of brown tabby fur, not too shaggy or feathery, but just enough to make him considered and long haired cat.
Eyes
Gorsepelt's eyes are a mystifying sight. Pools of amber are never ending as you look into them, like liquid flowing before your eyes. When the sunlight catches them, they shine with a glossy glow. At night when the moon is out, they look almost silver. the hue of amber changes depending on his mood. When he is calm, a green color seems to mix in with the translucent color. When he is angry, red is the most prominent hue.
.x.personality.x.
Opinionated
Gorsepelt has his own opinions. And he likes to stick with them. Gorsepelt is not a very open-minded cat, often leading to arguments and debates. If you question his beliefs or systems, you are in for a tongue lashing and maybe even a full out chase from his territory. Gorsepelt has strong convictions, even though he is a Loner. He believes whole heartedly in StarClan and lets them guide him whenever he needs guidance. Gorsepelt is also a very strong debater, so I wouldn't fancy getting into an argument with him.
Charming
Gorsepelt sure knows how to turn on the charm. :] He always knows what to say and when to say it. His engaging personality has won him many friends and he has had casual flings with many she-cats. He has yet to find a she-cat he truly loves. Gorsepelt used to be very hospitable and loving towards other cats; that is, when he was still in a Clan.
Harsh
Gorsepelt has been hardened over his moons of living. When he was first apprenticed, he was a loving, kind cat with lots of strength and potential to be a great warrior. But then he realized he was uncomfortable around so many cats. He began to feel choked by all the duties of clan life, and by the crush of cats surrounding him every day and every night. He became restless and snippy, using rude remarks whenever spoken to. he took to going hunting on his own, and he became harsh on the apprentices if they tried to follow along. His words are sharp and barbed now, guarding himself carefully from anyone who might get close enough to break down his defenses.
.x.history.x.
In the nursery
When Gorsepelt was a tiny kit, he was carefree and quite the little ball of energy and spunk. Quite different than the cat he turned into. He was the oldest and larges of two, born with powerful looking shoulders and a glint of mischief in his bright amber eyes. He would play all the time with his little sister, Featherkit, always getting on the other queens nerves, though their mother loved them dearly.
Being apprenticed
When Gorsekit became Gorsepaw, he started having a shadow of doubt flicker through his thoughts about clan life. He had to start doing mindless [at least to him] tasks such as caring for the elders, taking out stinky bedding, and doing whatever he was told to do. Though he was great at following orders, he hated it with ever fiber of his being. He started to resent having so many cats around, watching his every move and scrutinizing him whenever he messed up. He couldn't sleep well at night knowing other apprentices were in the same den. The only comfort he found was in his sister, Featherpaw. They trained together and had fun together. He didn't think things would be so bad if Featherpaw stayed with him.
A betrayal
A few moons later, Featherpaw made an earth-shattering choice: she wanted to become a medicine cat. She had seemed so excited and joyous that she finally found a place to serve her clan well. Gorsepaw had to agree she wasn't that great at hunting, but deep down he felt a deep sorrow. When Featherpaw was with her mentor, she didn't have time to be with him anymore. Soon, it became too much to bare. He resented her for it, resented StarClan and WaterClan. For it was StarClan whom had sent the sign, and WaterClan's choice to listen to it and act on it.
A choice
Gorsepaw was nearing the end of his training, and his warrior ceremony was coming soon. He found himself going out on hunts without permission, sleeping alone outside the camp, and barely talking to anycat. When his ceremony came, some younger cats who were knew apprentices or kits didn't even know who he was. Gorsepelt was fading away from Clan life. It just wasn't right for him. He knew he had to leave.
A couple of moonrises later, Gorsepelt spoke with his leader, Woodstar. He told him he couldn't handle the life of a Clan cat anymore. Woodstar had been observing him, and had seen it coming. He told Gorsepelt he was an amazing warrior, but he had to do what his heart told him. That night, they held a ceremony for Gorsepelt's leave. Gorsepelt could barely look his sister in the eye that night. He loved her so much, but she was so distant. That night, he left. He has found a small cozy spot of land just outside of WaterClan territory with a few lush trees and a warm cave for him to sleep in. He lives a life of contentment, coming and going as he pleases, but in his heart he misses his sister. Maybe one day they will cross paths again.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
See Featherwhisker's.
.x.password.x.
[admin corrected] **
