Rabiddog
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Post by Rabiddog on Aug 4, 2010 16:00:09 GMT -5
[Stagshadow] [An adult male deer. A dark figure or image cast on the ground or some surface by a body intercepting light. ]
[Male/Tomcat] [RiverClan] [18 Moons] [Warrior]
____________[LOOKS]
Stagshadow has the markings of a brown marble bengal, though he can sometimes– sometimes– pass of as a regular dark brown tabby. Maybe. Okay, not very often. His muzzle is white and more pointed than most wildcats, and his underbelly is a paler tan, almost a creamy color. Stagshadow is only slightly taller than the average cat, with only slightly broader shoulders– not really a massive figure, towering over all. His eyes are a brilliant shade of green, and are always bright. His nose is a pinkish-brown, a sort of mild color that blends in almost with the rest of his face. Stagshadow’s tail tip is a bright white, in stark contrast to the darker colors elsewhere on his tail, since it’s mostly dominated by dark, dark brown rings. His ears are tall and wide, a bit more so than many others of the feral cat Clans.
His fur is sleek and shiny, thanks to the ample supply of fish in RiverClan, and his muscles are not the hugely bulky kind. More like, in Two-leg terms, like a basketball player’s instead of a(n American) football player’s. Scars don’t decorate him yet, so his pelt is still nice and full.
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____________[PERSONA]
Stagshadow is not really the most fun warrior to hang around. He is very strict and sticks close to the warrior code. Mostly stoic and quiet, he prefers to not talk a great deal. He can be a bit prejudiced and mostly hides in his own mind, but he has kindness in him. Even so, he is a determined warrior and will stick to his mission, no matter what. Also, he can act much older than his age. He’s not a particularly old cat, and yet he always attempts to appear to be very similar to the senior warriors. Just because he acts as though he has a stick up his butt doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a sense of humor, though. He can crack jokes... they’re just normally sarcastic and dry and sometimes not even noticeable. And he may be a follower, but he isn’t a fool or a mindless brute and can sometimes be clever when he wants to. If he sees a non-RiverClan cat in the territory– or dangerously too close– he’ll ask questions first, attack later, but he likes to try to intimidate them and can be quite aggressive when it comes down to it. Sometimes he’ll say something a bit bitter, and he can get very defensive about his family. Stagshadow’s willpower is not always unwavering and strong, though; he has a tough time trying to separate “good” from “bad” when it comes to the well being of his Clan, and he often picks the side– in a quarrel or something– of either the higher ranking cat or the cat with a larger group of followers. Should anything come down to a leader-or-Clan decision, he’ll have a very difficult time with it.
And he’s pretty indifferent with StarClan. He believes in them, he’ll believe the signs, but he doesn’t think they run everything and Stagshadow thinks that the cats who cling to every little breeze, claiming it’s a sign, are fools.
____________[HISTORY]
Stagshadow was just a regular cat, born in late newleaf, aside from the fact that his mother was half-kittypet. He had a pair of sisters, Honeypaw and Fishpaw, who were swept away with their father in a flood. Distraught, Stagshadow’s mother fled and turned to the kittypet life that her mother enjoyed. It was then that Stagshadow became bitter and furious with his parents, for dying and for leaving, and so he withdrew into himself and looked to the Warrior Code. For a while, he was criticized by his fellow apprentices, but after a while of being completely ignored– or lashed out at– they stopped. When he gained his warrior name, he opened up a tiny bit, but that was mostly to order the apprentices to do the menial jobs and to be frightening. It was partly because he was tired of holding things in anymore, as he had done in his apprenticeship. Otherwise, nothing extremely important has happened to him while he’s been a warrior.
____________[IC]
Stagshadow rose and stretched, slinking out of the warriors’ den and glancing at the sky. Dawn seemed to be creeping on the way, but for now it was only tinting the sky faintly. It was a cute little pink, highlighting the lightening darkness of the sky as it had been before, during StarClan’s reign. The dark warrior’s eyes flashed back and forth. He really didn’t have the authority to go and prod an apprentice, he didn’t feel like waking up the deputy and asking for a patrol, and he really didn’t want to go back to sleep. Sleep was dull. With a small grunt of slight unhappiness, Stagshadow padded to the camp entrance and gave the guard a brisk nod, mewing, ”Hunting,” simply as an explanation. Hey, why not, now that he had the idea in his head. As soon as he stepped out of the camp, out of sight of the sentry, he stretched again, digging his claws into the damp earth of the not-yet-morning.
Shaking himself for an extra boost to chase off any possibly remaining sleepies, Stagshadow grumbled slightly, sucking in a deep breath with parted jaws. Okay, so maybe he’d just go fishing and try to not fall in. With a quick flick of his shining tail tip, he leaped into an easy lope. The journey itself was pleasantly uneventful, and by the time Stagshadow had reached the river– after some quick stops, of course, to stare at the sky and its changing of hue– the sun was poking its muzzle over the horizon. Licking his lips, and ignoring the prodding of hunger in his belly, he sat down beside the river, staring in. Fishing was his least favorite form of hunting, probably unconsciously so because of his father’s and sisters’ demises, and it was his worst. He’d only caught maybe two small fish by the time the ThunderClan cats decided to trickle their lazy bums over to Sunningrocks. With a quiet snort of disgust, Stagshadow whirled around and grabbed the two puny morsels, carrying them with embarrassing ease back to the camp.
Everyone seemed to be up by the time Stagshadow skulked in, dropping his catch on the freshkill pile. It seemed to be time to put himself in a position where it was obvious he was doing nothing so that the deputy– or even the leader, if he was lucky– could come and find him and give him an order. While Stagshadow was being “subtly” lax, though, his mind wandered back to the ThunderClan cats. While he scoffed their laziness, Stagshadow found himself trying to not admit the fact that partly his scorn for them was because he wished he could lie on the rocks and bask in the sunlight. RiverClan deserved to be the most comfortable Clan, after all! They had the river and the pretty ornaments and the skills. Maybe they would raid it again. His ears perked up at the thought. It was becoming more and more probable that this day wouldn’t be a complete and total bore!
____________[FAMILY]
Frostwhisker – father, deceased Flowernose – mother, now a kittypet
Honeypaw – sister, littermate, deceased
Fishpaw – sister, littermate, deceased
____________[PASSWORD]
AURORA
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Aug 4, 2010 21:04:17 GMT -5
Good job with this. :3 Stagshadow seems like a fun cat to roleplay. xD
Welcome to ITM, by the way. I hope you like it here. ;]
Accepted!
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