Post by Eagleh on Feb 7, 2009 8:06:44 GMT -5
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[Nope. NOPE. I still win. So there.]
[/color]with a sense of poise and rationality
[/size]Hey there, my name is Lichenfur, but you can call me tonight.
If you haven't noticed babe, I'm a tom
I am a senior warrior at 45 moons of age.
I belong to the one and only RiverClan.
Me, well, I'm a warrior.xxx
[LOLOLOLOLOLOL not funny D<]
[/color][/size][/color]come and rescue me. i'm drowning can't you see?
a p p e a r e n c e
[/i][/u][/center]Lichenfur is a grey and black tabby with green eyes.
Lichenfur has a large, dome-shaped head. His muzzle juts out perfectly from low cheekbones, showcasing his brilliant green eyes. His cheeks are sloped, leading down to a rather rounded chin. His green eyes twinkle from below large grey ears, tipped with black. The insides of his ears are a light pink, covered with dark grey fuzz. In shape, his ears are low and rounded at the tip. His neck is stocky but not fat, and it connects perfectly, his grey and black tabby fur blending everything together. His hazel eyes are always sparkling with some humour, giving him the innonence of a young tom. He's handsome, in a boyish way,with long whiskers and a cute pink nose with a black outline. there is a rise of white fur running up between his eyes and covering the buttom of his muzzle. The fur on the inside of his neck is white, and it runs down to his underbelly. The fur on the back of his neck is dark grey and striped with black, as Lichenfur is a grey and black tabby. There are deep grey tabby markings above his eyes, which are sunk slightly into his face.
As for his stunning bod, Lichenfur is quite a gorgeous cat. As a result of hard training, he is thick with muscle and possesses an abundance of power. He is lithe, must of the muscle going to his shoulders and legs. This makes him look sturdy, but not stocky. He's springy, too, and as lean as a whip. His sturdy neck connects to powerful shoulders. His forelegs strongly support them, his front paws shaped for full power. His body is lean, but full of unbridled energy. His back legs are made for jumping, and his paws are almost perfect except for one defect: he's missing a claw on his back left paw. This isn't the result of some epic fight, rather it's just a birth defect. His tail is longer than usual, and as a result, Lichenfur has excellent balance.
His fur is long, and it is a creamy mixture of dark gray and light gray. Light grey goes down to his paws, borders his white underbelly and creeps up the sides of his neck. The dark grey is on his back, where it is crossed by long black stripes. He is somewhat of a ticked tabby, since not all of the stripes on his back go all the way across. Some even seem to point down towards his tail. White fur runs down the inside of his neck and through his underbelly, softening his jagged appearence. His paws are also white, and as a result, they are often scuffed by dirt and turned a light shade of brown. After battle, Lichenfur has often come back to his Clan with crimson paws, a reminded of the wounds he caused.
His tail is long and a dark grey. Black rings hold the grey in its place, as well as a large black tip. As some birth result, there is an odd bone structure in his tail. Because it is longer, it can move different ways and more freely than the tails of other cats. Sometimes it's rather unnerving to see a long tail whipping impossibly through the air.
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[/color]p e r s o n a l i t y
[/b][/u]It's almost impossible to find one word that can describe Lichenfur. If the world was perfect or if all the cats were flat and two-dimensional; if everyone had everything and the cats existed to exist, then maybe it would be possible. It isn't that Lichenfur doesn't have any good qualities. In fact, he has an abundance of traits that would make him a good deputy. But you can't describe him as strong because of the moments were he is weak. You can't describe him as brave because of the moments where he is scared, You can't describe him as nice because of the moments where he is mean. You can't describe him as smart because of the moments where he makes bad desicions. Lichenfur isn't perfect, and that's what makes him real. Which is, in fact, a perfect word for him. Lichenfur is real.
He knows he isn't perfect. He's brave, sure, but there are moments when he just wants to run away and hide. He's strong, but many cats can overpower him. He's nice to his Clanmates, but that doesn't mean that he's nice in general. He's smart, but he can make wrong choices. See, Lichenfur knows that he isn't perfect, and he isn't shy about knowing it. He doesn't want to be perfect. He wants to be one of his Clan. He excels at what he does and is recognized by his leader for it, but he shows off his flaws. He wants the others to know he has flaws. Lichenfur would never respect a 'perfect' cat, and he expects the same of others.
Having cleared up that matter, Lichenfur is quick to defend himself. If any cat insults him or says he's bad at something, Lichenfur will spring up and mouth off at that cat, proving that he is a good warrior. Even though he shows his flaws, he does admit that he's an exceptional warrior. He won't deny it. Lichenfur is a stickler for technique. Whether it's in battle or a verbal arguement, he always has a good comeback. He isn't snappy, like a lot of cats around, and he doesn't have a cynical sense of humour. But he doesn't like being insulted, and he can give you a oneliner right back, twice as fast and as good as your original insult. There's also a bit of arrogance that goes with his wit. He's knows that he's good, and acts it around she-cats. He doesn't say 'I'm the best, come be with me', he would say something like 'I'm a good warrior needing a good she-cat'. Not that he randomly goes up to she-cats and says that. That's not the point. But he carries himself with pride around all other cats, toms or she-cats.
Another quality of his is that Lichenfur is watchful. He doesn't trust cats from other Clans, and would never accept a kittypet into the Clan without an extremely good reason. He doesn't believe cats from other Clans if they tell him something suspicious. If he suspects someone already in the Clan, he will follow them and observe their behavoir before reporting to his leader. He's never open around anyone except for the cats he grew up with. His father, now dead, was a good friend to him. His mother, now an elder, is still someone he can confess to. While he acknowledges that cats must breed and have kits to support the Clan, he keeps a watchful eye on the apprentices until they prove to him that they are trustworthy. There are only a select few that he would trust with his life. He once found it insane that cats would die for one another, but he now realizes that it's important to save the strongest. But it's not only the strongest Lichenfur would die for. He would die for the queens, the kits and the elders as well. For him, they are the Clan.
Tact is something the large tom doesn't have. He can be gruff and unforgiving at times, speaking bluntly if he needs to get a point across. It annoys him when other cats refuse to listen. While some cats have resented him for something harsh he has done, they usually got over it quickly. Lichenfur isn't very tolerant, but he tries his best. Over the years, his patience has been expanding rapidly. Lichenfur has also been counted on to plan border skirmishes with a patrol. He's made some stupid mistakes, but he keeps on fixing them then ext time. It's a learning process. He's realized many things about his Clan and has accepted them, determined to be a great warrior, perhaps leader one day.
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h i s t o r y
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Lichenkit was born at the end of Leafbare to an average mother and an average father. They were both respected warriors who had served their Clan and earned recognition many times over. But there was nothing special about either of them, and as a result, there was no one fawning over Lichenkit after he was born. The leader didn't gaze down upon him and say 'This kit shall be great!'. The medicine cat didn't wander up to him in the middle of the night and gaze into his eyes. No, there was no celebration of his birth except the delight of his parents. His fur was licked backwards to warm him, he was plopped rudely down onto the ground. A nose nuzzle him and he was named 'Lichenkit'. The end.
He grew up like a kit should, engaging in games and playing with the other kits. He was Lichenstar many times over, shouting orders to his deputy and murdering evil rogues. At night he dreamt of catnip and of daisies; of receiving his warrior name and becoming honoured. He was friends with all of the kits, and even their leader at times. He snuck out of camp many times, though he only managed to get away undetected and explore once. It was a fun time.
"Lichenkit, are we almost there?" squeaked a small black tom.
"Be quiet, Dark-kit," grumbled Lichenkit as he padded through the bushes. All of them happened to be taller than him, but he wasn't afraid. Lichenkit was exicted, and the fact that he was so small made the world seem to have that much more to explore.
"Lichenkit, be nice. My legs are getting tired," complained a golden she-cat. She was padding beside Dark-kit and the two were grumbling together.
Lichenkit stopped suddenly, and the two almost crashed into him. He turned around, fluffing up his neck fur and trying to look dangerous. Though he was only a kit, so were the others, and they backed away slightly. "Come on, Cricketkit! This is amazing. We can go explore and do lots of stuff that we couldn't at camp."
"I know," Cricketkit looked down at the ground, and Dark-kit padded up beside his sister. The creamy yellow she-cat looked up at Lichenkit once more. "But my legs really hurt and I'll be an apprentice soon."
Lichenkit, who was only four moons old, looked down at the ground and scuffed his tail on the light grass. "But I won't be an apprentice soon! I want to explore!"
Eventually Cricketkit and Dark-kit decided to follow him for a little bit longer. The three found a stream and followed it to a small pool. They splashed around in the shallows, Cricketkit forgetting her tiredness. They were out there for awhile, grooming each other and playing in the water until one of the warriors went to fetch them. They got a stern talking to, and all of Lichenkit's other escape attempts after failed. The Clan kept a close eye on him after that. Lichenkit didn't care. It had been fun.
Eventually he grew to the age of six moons, and the leader made him an apprentice. He still remembers the day before it happened. He was nervous and anxious and excited and scared and who was his mentor going to be?
lichenpaw]]
Lichenpaw the apprentice. Lichenpaw the brave. Lichenpaw the amazing. Lichenpaw the incredibly sexy?
Lichenpaw was many things as an apprentice. He proved that he was good at hunting and fighting at an early age. He would practice for hours on end, sometimes with a partner, sometimes without. He would stay in the training hollow until late at night before returning to his den and crashing to sleep. He would wake up the next morning, tired, but he soon got over it and went straight back to training. He hunted on his own as well, dedicating time spent sharing tongues to tracking down voles and mice by the streambeds. He practiced his crouches when no one else was around, amazing his mentor each day due to his impossible improvement. He learned to swim, enjoying the water and proving that he was able to catch fish excellently. He was showing the first steps of a training regime that would soon lead to him excelling above all others.
Soon he was no longer seen as some apprentice. The warriors respected him, murmured about him and began to regard him with awe. The talk of him becoming a great warrior started, admittedly somewhat belatedly, and Lichenpaw soon became the center of attention. He couldn't have been happier. His mentor, Cardinalfur, was proud of him and encouraged him. But in a way Cardinalfur was also selfish. Sometimes the cats would come up the blazing ginger tom and mew, 'Good job training Lichenpaw.' And while Lichenpaw knew that it was Cardinalfur who was training him, he was angry that his mentor was getting all the credit. It was him, Lichenpaw, that was doing the work. He was the one who stayed up into the wee hours of the morning to get the perfect fighting moves.
"What are you doing?" a tired Cricketpaw stood at the entrance to the training hollow.
Lichenpaw leapt up into the air, twisting himself so his hind paws flew up and sliced through the air. He landed nimbly onto his front paws before pushing the weight onto his back paws and slashing with his front paws in front of his nose. The tom heard her voice and looked around guiltly. "Practicing."
Cricketpaw frowned. The moonlight shone down on both of them. The other cats were back in their dens, asleep, except for a small patrol that checked the borders in the middle of the night. The she-cat chose to ignore the fact he was up so late. She sat down, curling her tail around her forepaws. "Badger kicks?"
Lichenpaw nodded and tried it again. This time his kick was longer, but he put to much weight on his forepaws when they hit the ground. He stumbled, losing his balance as he tried to slash up at the invisible badger. "Yeah. I can't get it right though."
The golden she-cat looked at him sympathetically as she sat down in the reeds surronding the hollow. She waited there all night as he practiced, watching the way the muscles rippled under his form.
The first real tradegy in Lichenpaw's life happened the day before he became a warrior. He, Cardinalfur, Cricketsong and Darkpelt were out patrolling. Newly made a warrior, Darkpelt couldn't resist rubbing it in Lichenpaw's face. Cricketsong played peacemaker, amusement in her dark eyes. They were joking around as they passed the WindClan border when Darkpelt stopped. His fur bristled and he looked around anxiously. The other cats scented as well, to recognize the noxious odour of badger. Lichenpaw bristled, his neck fur fluffing up omniously. He kept low to the ground. Cardinalfur and Cricketsong crouched down behind him, listening to the sounds of the badger as it lumbered towards them.
The battle was short. The badger attacked Darkpelt, but the black tom leapt back. Lichenpaw attacked the badger's shoulders, clinging on and trying to bite down. As the badger roared in anger, Darkpelt went for the neck. Lichenpaw was thrown off and he landed in a heap not far away.
The next few moments passed in a slow motion of sorts. Darkpelt bit down on the badger's neck, trying to kill it. The badger roared again and turned towards Cardinalfur. It swept a mighty paw in the blazing tom's direction. Cardinalfur leapt back too late. The paw swung closer and-
Cricketsong jumped infront of Cardinalfur. The badger hit her instead, and the she-cat was killed almost instantly. Lichenpaw was traumatized.
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"Lichenpaw, do you swear to uphold the warrior code and to protect your Clan, even at the cost of your own life?" Riddlestar asked, her voice calm.
Lichenpaw took in a shaky breath, looking down at the ground. His heart was palpitating, beating faster each second. This was it. He would become a warrior. A warrior, yet in the crowd, Cricketsong was not here to cheer him on. His green eyes caught sight of Darkpelt, looked sorrowfully up at Riddlestar. Training his attention back on the leader, Lichenpaw dipped his head. "I do."
Riddlestar sped on, undeterred by his subtle pause. "Then by the power StarClan has invested in me, I grant you your new name: Lichenfur. StarClan honours your bravery and your strength."
"Lichenfur! Lichenfur!" cheered Cardinalfur, but Lichenfur refused to meet his former mentor's cheerful gaze.
And so it went. Lichenfur couldn't find it in his heart to forgive Cardinalfur, no matter how hard he tried. There was too much pain associated with his former mentor. Lichenfur turned away from his friends and family, wallowing in a dark pain. He fought fire with fire, prideful at his new name. He concentrated on becoming a stronger warrior; working obsessively to become a better hunter and fighter. To be stronger. Because the stronger he got, the more easily he could get rid of his pain. It went on for moons; this mind disease. He couldn't let go of the past, and so, he couldn't embrace the future. Nothing was working out for him. Being with other cats was tough. Everything was tough. Then one day, something happened to change that. A dreadful inidence; karma paying the grey and black tabby back for what he inflicted on himself and others.
Cardinalfur died. It wasn't a pleasent death; nor did the tom die in battle. It wasn't a glorious death; like dying to save one of your Clanmates. No, it was a rather shameful death for a RiverClan. Caridnalfur drowned in the river. He slipped in while fishing. The Clan was devestated. Lichenfur was forced to attend the vigil. The vigil gave him time to think and reflect over his mentor. Now that the blazing tom was dead and gone, Lichenfur found that he missed him. He wondered vaguely why he had been angry with the tom in the first place. He was mad because it was Cardinalfur's fault Cricketsong was dead. Yet was he angry that Cardinalfur didn't move out of the way fast enough, or because it was he who lived instead of Cricketsong. Lichenfur wondered if he was mad that Cricketsong made the decision to save Cardinalfur. Why was he mad? Slowly, he realized he was mad that Cricketsong had died. But he hadn't truely been mad at Cardinalfur. He had been mad at StarClan for taking his love from him. Ah, his love. He began to wonder if Cricketsong really was his love. Had she been the right one for him? They had spent moments together, it was true, but at that moment they had only been close. They hadn't been in love, Lichenfur realized with a start. Another chilling thought came to him: He had abused his Clan for no particular reason. Everything he had thought was false.
After that, he trained harder. He accepted Cricketsong's death and silently apologized to his former mentor. He became stronger, braver, faster and tougher. He re-integrated with the Clan, making new friends and becoming even closer to his old ones. He realized now what Cardinalfur had done for him, all this time. Cardinalfur had made him stronger.
So now Lichenfur has excelled. He's a tough warrior, and a loyal member of RiverClan. He was part of RiverClan. And now when cats looked at him, they murmured about his strength. He had achieved what he had wanted to do from his birth. He had earned the respect of his Clan, and proven himself to them.
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[/color][Pikachu, I choose you!]
[/color][/size][/color]you're slowing killing me and i wish it wasn't true. cause i'm so into you.
r o l e p l a y . s a m p l e
[/i][/u][/center]The wind breeze by slowly, swaying the tips of the cottontail reeds. The springy trees by the riverside shook and groaned, mumbling to themselves as the breeze moved them in a strangely intimate dance. It was a cold wind, chilling all the animals nearby and sending them scurrying for cover. It chilled the cats in their moss nests, making them burrow even deeper into the soft bedding. Toms and she-cats pressed against each other to escape the wind, the breeze a basis for new-found love. The wind flew down the sandy banks of the river, hitting the water and rapid speed. The water cooled, sending shivers down the spine of any being that went near it. The breeze made ripples across the surface of the river, creating intricate designs that were alltogether too complicated in their simplicity. The temperature cooled as Leaf-bare approached, bringing with it the threat of whitecough and the beautiful but deadly frost.
Sitting on the bank of the river was a tom. His head was finely shaped, and his handsome muzzle protruded elegantly from his round face. His green eyes twinkled boyishly, yet there was a profound mystery buried inside of them. His tail flickered through the air, reaching impossible heights and angles. His ears were pricked, and they leaned forward on his head. He sat awkwardly, his position tense at the same time it was relaxed. The wind rippled through his long grey and black fur, blending his white underbelly with the grey and giving him a smoke-like appearence. His claws dug into the dirt, leaving small trails. One of his back trails, a claw-mark was missing. This tom was born missing one claw, a defect that could be completely coincidental, or the sign of a strange destiny.
Whatever it was that the missing claw was, the tom could not be bothered with it at the moment. He was staring intently into the river. His claws dug into the sand and he shifted forwards slightly, getting closer to the riverbank. Behind him, the sand merged into light grass, which tickled the back of his tail as the lithe tail flicked downwards through the air. The tom, now recognizable as a warrior of RiverClan, watched the water with an unfathomable expression on his face. He was deep in thought, watching the water swirl and go. Lichenfur, as he was named, sighed and flicked his tail once more. His eyes shone with what seemed like grief as he mouthed words to the open air. A silent sob seemed to wrack his body and he sighed, grinding his claws into the ground.
A chirp in the bushes to the left distracted him. He turned to see a small bird, a magpie, perched on the ground. It hopped towards a small red flower on the ground and began nosing at it curiously. A sense of rage overtook the tabby tom and he leapt for it, trying to pin it down. The bird sensed his clumsy approach and fluttered off. Cursing under his breath, Lichenfur looked down at the red flower. It was slightly bent, but nothing serious. A relieved look came over his face as he nosed it back up. The cat stood there looking at the floor, the wind howling at his back, for a long moment. Then he turned away, bowing his head and padding far away from the river. His muzzle was moving, but no words were coming out. Finally a sound escape him. First, another sigh, and then-
"Cardinalfur..."
It had been ten moons since the death of the blazing ginger warrior, but Lichenfur still came to the spot where he had drowned once every few suns. He talked silently, hoping the spirit of his former mentor could here him. The flower seemed like a sign from StarClan that Cardinalfur had forgiven him, and now Lichenfur protected it. Back in camp, he was a strong and brave warrior. Out here in the cold, he was a weak as a mewling kit.
Padding through the large clumps of reeds and back to the camp, Lichenfur tried to banish all thoughts of his former mentor. He allowed himself to be weak when he was mourning, but not back at camp. Back in the RiverClan camp, he needed to be strong. He was respected and looked up to. He needed to show them how to act. He was a role model for young kits, and he would never let that go. As his large feet crunched down springy green bracken, Lichenfur began to shiver. It was early in the morning and the sun had barely begin to rise. He wasn't on patrol until later in the day, and he wanted to take advantage of that. Sleep was hard to come by, and the warrior needed as much as he could.
Breezing into the RiverClan camp, the large warrior made his way to the warrior's den. Bumping past a pretty she-cat out for a morning hunt, he offered a shrug and a light purr. She flicked an ear at him before padding out of camp. Lichenfur did the cat version of a smirk by lowering his ears in a suggestive way. He padded into the den and curled up into a ball, burrowing deep into his bedding for comfort.
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[/center][cuz i am like so sexy k. yush yush i am.]
[/color][/size][/color]you've got that hollywood nosebleed. you've got the pedigree.
c o d e w o r d
[/i][/u][/center]ANTEDILUVIAN
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