Post by Eagleh on Feb 7, 2009 8:10:24 GMT -5
Presenting... Crosspaw!
Imagine if I were a she-cat.. .__.; I'll stick to being a tom.
I'm big and burly for 7 Moons.
Forever loyal, I reside with RiverClan.
Think I'm a warrior? I'm flattered, but I'm an apprentice.
[hey wanna see my scars?]
//.description.\\
Crosspaw's slightly pointed face and his large triangular ears create the general "triangle" shaped head that you see in cats. From the chin, to the ear, to the opposite ear. His eyes are almond-shaped and slanted towards the muzzle, and they're colored a greenish-golden hue. And although they aren't as pretty as most of the little blue eyes some cats have, atleast he has perfectly fine hearing.
Crosspaw has a thick-set, burly figure. He's got the brute strength, and if things come down to a battle, if he gets his claws into you, there's very little hope of getting away unscathed. His legs and shoulders have hard muscles in them, and his powerful legs make him a strong and fast swimmer despite his massive size. Crosspaw's agility.. well, he could do without it, as useless as it is to him. He's too big to be that flexible, although he can manage to twist around abruptly and make some impressive turns when running. Which brings up Crosspaw's speed.. Crosspaw, yet again despite his size, can fun as fast as the river he lives near. This is most likely because of the power in his legs and shoulders, because with more power. he can generate more momentum. However, he has a time stopping when he gets up his speed, so when he runs as fast as the river, he can't stop that easily. He either has to skid, or he has to run into something to halt his running, and most commonly it's him running into a tree or even another cat that stops him.
Crosspaw has medium-length white fur that's silky-soft to the touch. He has a few simple markings, such as black ears, black tail, black front paws, a thin black line running down his spine, and there's even some black on the back of his hind-legs. Crosspaw doesn't have much color, I know. However his nose is a soft shade of baby pink, and the insides of his ears are a faded pink, almost cream, which adds a little color to his black-&-white pelt.
Crosspaw's tail is long and lithe, and it clearly doesn't at all fit with his burly and muscular body. However, his long tail comes in good and handy when running, as it gives him superb balance. Crosspaw's paws can only be described as one word. Huge. And I don't mean kinda huge, I mean really huge. They could fit Godzilla! I'm sure of it! His colossal paws are no good to him when he's trying to be stealthy, as they make enough noise to make all the prey think a Tree-cutter's ravaging the area, but to make up for their lack of stealth, these paws are quite useful for pinning down his foes and keeping them there.
And, last but not least, Crosspaw's scars. Yes, this poor apprentice has scars at his early age, mostly from rough play with his brother when he was still alive. Two scars criss-cross his face, forming a large 'X'. This one, however, was given to him by a fox. [see history, "kithood"] There is also a set of scratch-scars going down his front legs and chest, although those are hardly noticeable. Am I forgetting something...? Oh, yeah, there's one other scar that snakes across his flank like a bolt of lighting. This, too, was a gift from that despicable fox.
[call me crazy, but u kno i'm just unique ;3]
//.personality.\\
Crosspaw never lets the perfect opportunity to crack a joke pass. He loves making people laugh, as it gives him a good feeling. Even if it's only a chuckle or a giggle he'll be satisfied. However, he doesn't crack jokes as often as you might think. Usually in tense moments, when everyone is negative, he'll try and lighten the mood with a shaky joke or wise-crack. He's not much of a stand-up comedian, in other words, but he still knows how to light up a dark world.
Crosspaw is a natural light-hearted cat. He finds it very hard to hold grudges for a long period of time, and often finds himself apologizing when he has nothing to apologize for. Crosspaw doesn't even have to try to be friendly, it comes to him naturally. However, when you've betrayed someone or broken a bond of trust, that's when Crosspaw holds grudges. He absolutely loathes malicious cats who care nothing about friendship and only about power. Even though Crosspaw is a kindly cat most of the time, he can't help but feel rage towards those who betray friends or hurt others intentionally.
Crosspaw also has a good knack for shaking things off. An insult, a wise-crack, ect.. He can shake it off real good and not feel depressed or sad or angry. In fact, most of the time,s he bursts out laughing when he's insulted! From being bullied by his brother, Crosspaw has learned to shake off insults and such things. It makes life much easier, as he has enough to worry about what with his training without the weight of heavy emotions from being insulted by someone. His skill is actually quite rare, as most cats spit back when insulted, and emotions pulse through the cat's body. And although it doesn't seem like much, it keeps a lot off his mind so that he can concentrate on training to become a warrior.
[drowning knee-deep without my lifeboat]
//.history.\\
.parents.
Crosspaw's parents were nursery-mates. They often played together as kits, romping and causing chaos in the nursery. But they grew fast, and were soon apprentices. As apprentices, the two had a deep crush for each other. And it wasn't any secret, either! The whole clan seemed to know! Their den-mates often taunted their love, but Crosspaw's parents honestly didn't give a mouse-dung about what they thought or said. They were in love, and no one, not even StarClan, could change that.
His parents were made warriors at the same time, and Crosspaw's father was known as Ratwhisker, a black and white speckled tom with green eyes. His mother, Snowbird, was a white-furred she-cat with bright yellow eyes. The two had a little consisting of two kits. One was Wolfkit, a dark gray tom named for his fur, and the other was Crosskit, who was named for the fact that he kept crossing his eyes to get laughter out of the whole nursery.
.kithood.
As Crosskit grew, the meaning of his name changed rather quickly. Wolfkit was a very bold kit who bullied him around and got him into play-fights that most often ending with Crosskit bleeding from a number of wounds. Soon, Crosskit has scars that criss-crossed all over his body. But his most famous scar would come late at night one day in Greenleaf, when he and his brother were fast asleep.
A fox raided the nursery, sending RiverClan into a rageful frenzy to kill it before it could claim any lives. But alas, it had already done so. When the fox had been killed and ravaged, they drug out Wolfkit's limp carcass from the torn nursery. The gray kit had dove in at the fox almost immediately with rash confidence, and he had been killed. His jugular vein had been shredded, and the whole nursery got to watch as the poor kit got to bleed to death. Crosspaw's mother and father, they too, died. Snowsong had rushed after Wolfkit to try and save him, and Ratwhisker dover after his love to save her from the fangs of the fox. Snowsong's neck had been snapped, and Ratwhisker had fought bravely until the fox's monstrous fangs had shredded his body to ribbons. The fox almost got to Crosskit, and even made the large criss-crossing scar on his face you see today, but a group of warriors sliced the length of the fox's belly, thus ending its malicious life.
It took StarClan knows how long for Crosspaw to recover. He put on a brave face everyday and tried to act normal. As if his whole family hadn't been slaughtered by a blood-thirsty fox. As if he hadn't gotten a ragged 'X' scar across his face that everyone seemed to glance at before they looked him in the face. But he eventually forgot -- no. No, he didn't forget. He moved on. He was going to become a warrior and fight to protect RiverClan, like RiverClan had fought to protect the nursery on the night of the attack.
.apprenticehood.
Crosspaw became an apprentice at seven moons of age, and he was ever so pleased when his mentor was announced to be Lichenfur. He had always had a deep respect for the warrior, and the privilege to have him as a mentor nearly tickled Crosspaw to death with jubilance. And so, this is the end of Crosspaw's history. I'll add to it as time passes :3
//.crush.\\
i made Crosspaw for Poppypaw, since River wanted Poppypaw to have a crush. i don't know if she liked his rough sketch of him in my storage[click to see storage]though.. oh well, i'll see if Poppypaw wants him or not ^^
[any last words?]
//.other.\\
ermm.. well, i forgot to post this in the unfinished bio section.. sorrehz! 3;
Imagine if I were a she-cat.. .__.; I'll stick to being a tom.
I'm big and burly for 7 Moons.
Forever loyal, I reside with RiverClan.
Think I'm a warrior? I'm flattered, but I'm an apprentice.
[hey wanna see my scars?]
//.description.\\
Crosspaw's slightly pointed face and his large triangular ears create the general "triangle" shaped head that you see in cats. From the chin, to the ear, to the opposite ear. His eyes are almond-shaped and slanted towards the muzzle, and they're colored a greenish-golden hue. And although they aren't as pretty as most of the little blue eyes some cats have, atleast he has perfectly fine hearing.
Crosspaw has a thick-set, burly figure. He's got the brute strength, and if things come down to a battle, if he gets his claws into you, there's very little hope of getting away unscathed. His legs and shoulders have hard muscles in them, and his powerful legs make him a strong and fast swimmer despite his massive size. Crosspaw's agility.. well, he could do without it, as useless as it is to him. He's too big to be that flexible, although he can manage to twist around abruptly and make some impressive turns when running. Which brings up Crosspaw's speed.. Crosspaw, yet again despite his size, can fun as fast as the river he lives near. This is most likely because of the power in his legs and shoulders, because with more power. he can generate more momentum. However, he has a time stopping when he gets up his speed, so when he runs as fast as the river, he can't stop that easily. He either has to skid, or he has to run into something to halt his running, and most commonly it's him running into a tree or even another cat that stops him.
Crosspaw has medium-length white fur that's silky-soft to the touch. He has a few simple markings, such as black ears, black tail, black front paws, a thin black line running down his spine, and there's even some black on the back of his hind-legs. Crosspaw doesn't have much color, I know. However his nose is a soft shade of baby pink, and the insides of his ears are a faded pink, almost cream, which adds a little color to his black-&-white pelt.
Crosspaw's tail is long and lithe, and it clearly doesn't at all fit with his burly and muscular body. However, his long tail comes in good and handy when running, as it gives him superb balance. Crosspaw's paws can only be described as one word. Huge. And I don't mean kinda huge, I mean really huge. They could fit Godzilla! I'm sure of it! His colossal paws are no good to him when he's trying to be stealthy, as they make enough noise to make all the prey think a Tree-cutter's ravaging the area, but to make up for their lack of stealth, these paws are quite useful for pinning down his foes and keeping them there.
And, last but not least, Crosspaw's scars. Yes, this poor apprentice has scars at his early age, mostly from rough play with his brother when he was still alive. Two scars criss-cross his face, forming a large 'X'. This one, however, was given to him by a fox. [see history, "kithood"] There is also a set of scratch-scars going down his front legs and chest, although those are hardly noticeable. Am I forgetting something...? Oh, yeah, there's one other scar that snakes across his flank like a bolt of lighting. This, too, was a gift from that despicable fox.
[call me crazy, but u kno i'm just unique ;3]
//.personality.\\
Crosspaw never lets the perfect opportunity to crack a joke pass. He loves making people laugh, as it gives him a good feeling. Even if it's only a chuckle or a giggle he'll be satisfied. However, he doesn't crack jokes as often as you might think. Usually in tense moments, when everyone is negative, he'll try and lighten the mood with a shaky joke or wise-crack. He's not much of a stand-up comedian, in other words, but he still knows how to light up a dark world.
Crosspaw is a natural light-hearted cat. He finds it very hard to hold grudges for a long period of time, and often finds himself apologizing when he has nothing to apologize for. Crosspaw doesn't even have to try to be friendly, it comes to him naturally. However, when you've betrayed someone or broken a bond of trust, that's when Crosspaw holds grudges. He absolutely loathes malicious cats who care nothing about friendship and only about power. Even though Crosspaw is a kindly cat most of the time, he can't help but feel rage towards those who betray friends or hurt others intentionally.
Crosspaw also has a good knack for shaking things off. An insult, a wise-crack, ect.. He can shake it off real good and not feel depressed or sad or angry. In fact, most of the time,s he bursts out laughing when he's insulted! From being bullied by his brother, Crosspaw has learned to shake off insults and such things. It makes life much easier, as he has enough to worry about what with his training without the weight of heavy emotions from being insulted by someone. His skill is actually quite rare, as most cats spit back when insulted, and emotions pulse through the cat's body. And although it doesn't seem like much, it keeps a lot off his mind so that he can concentrate on training to become a warrior.
[drowning knee-deep without my lifeboat]
//.history.\\
.parents.
Crosspaw's parents were nursery-mates. They often played together as kits, romping and causing chaos in the nursery. But they grew fast, and were soon apprentices. As apprentices, the two had a deep crush for each other. And it wasn't any secret, either! The whole clan seemed to know! Their den-mates often taunted their love, but Crosspaw's parents honestly didn't give a mouse-dung about what they thought or said. They were in love, and no one, not even StarClan, could change that.
His parents were made warriors at the same time, and Crosspaw's father was known as Ratwhisker, a black and white speckled tom with green eyes. His mother, Snowbird, was a white-furred she-cat with bright yellow eyes. The two had a little consisting of two kits. One was Wolfkit, a dark gray tom named for his fur, and the other was Crosskit, who was named for the fact that he kept crossing his eyes to get laughter out of the whole nursery.
.kithood.
As Crosskit grew, the meaning of his name changed rather quickly. Wolfkit was a very bold kit who bullied him around and got him into play-fights that most often ending with Crosskit bleeding from a number of wounds. Soon, Crosskit has scars that criss-crossed all over his body. But his most famous scar would come late at night one day in Greenleaf, when he and his brother were fast asleep.
A fox raided the nursery, sending RiverClan into a rageful frenzy to kill it before it could claim any lives. But alas, it had already done so. When the fox had been killed and ravaged, they drug out Wolfkit's limp carcass from the torn nursery. The gray kit had dove in at the fox almost immediately with rash confidence, and he had been killed. His jugular vein had been shredded, and the whole nursery got to watch as the poor kit got to bleed to death. Crosspaw's mother and father, they too, died. Snowsong had rushed after Wolfkit to try and save him, and Ratwhisker dover after his love to save her from the fangs of the fox. Snowsong's neck had been snapped, and Ratwhisker had fought bravely until the fox's monstrous fangs had shredded his body to ribbons. The fox almost got to Crosskit, and even made the large criss-crossing scar on his face you see today, but a group of warriors sliced the length of the fox's belly, thus ending its malicious life.
It took StarClan knows how long for Crosspaw to recover. He put on a brave face everyday and tried to act normal. As if his whole family hadn't been slaughtered by a blood-thirsty fox. As if he hadn't gotten a ragged 'X' scar across his face that everyone seemed to glance at before they looked him in the face. But he eventually forgot -- no. No, he didn't forget. He moved on. He was going to become a warrior and fight to protect RiverClan, like RiverClan had fought to protect the nursery on the night of the attack.
.apprenticehood.
Crosspaw became an apprentice at seven moons of age, and he was ever so pleased when his mentor was announced to be Lichenfur. He had always had a deep respect for the warrior, and the privilege to have him as a mentor nearly tickled Crosspaw to death with jubilance. And so, this is the end of Crosspaw's history. I'll add to it as time passes :3
//.crush.\\
i made Crosspaw for Poppypaw, since River wanted Poppypaw to have a crush. i don't know if she liked his rough sketch of him in my storage[click to see storage]though.. oh well, i'll see if Poppypaw wants him or not ^^
[any last words?]
//.other.\\
ermm.. well, i forgot to post this in the unfinished bio section.. sorrehz! 3;
