Post by naomi on Jun 19, 2011 13:47:54 GMT -5
runningwolf of shadowclan
| [atrb=border,0,true]name: runningwolf | [atrb=border,0,true]age: 32 moons | [atrb=border,0,true]gender: tom | [atrb=border,0,true]clan: shadowclan | [atrb=border,0,true]rank: warrior |
A P P E A R A N C E:
001. Summary
002. Pelt
003. Structure
004. Scars
001.
Runningwolf is a solitary male with short pelt except for his mane, surrounding his neck. His build is almost wolf-like, as though he is a miniature wolf. If you were to look at him as he stood in the shadow of dusk or evening, you might just confuse him as a wolf, and going scrambling off like a kit, that is, if you didn't know his scent. His long, sturdy legs are covered with short, thick fur the color of a full mooned night, with stripes as dark as the an empty sky. His short tail still keeps him balanced, but is as bushy as his necks mane. When he sets it to rest, it curls up to rest awkwardly on his spine. His yellow-green eyes are always watching and careful at all instances.Runningwolf is an incredible large cat, almost the size of an average dog. His father had given him his large traits, but he is totally unaware of where his son obtained those fantastic features.
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002.
There was a day once, when you peaked outside your window on a frozen morning. It was dark due to the rain clouds bearing down on your town. There was a harshpatter of rain on your window and the sound of water rushing down your roof. Did you ever realize, on that chilly morning, that there was snow, snuffed out but the rain, but dwindling on the ground, letting the water wash it away? Now imagine that day, every content of warmth from an imaginary mother, your friends with comfort, your enemies hovering in the back of your mind. Imagine all of these things, so harsh and kit-soft, stuffed into ataxidermy cat, then brought to life. But that cat was actually more of a mix, because that taxidermy place was especially skilled in sewing together multiple animals.
Runningwolf's pelt is a soft yet worn mixture of raindrop colors, distilled and then solidified into thin strands of fur, easily lost and gained with time. His base coat is a light grey the color of steal, lighting the darker shades with a intimate touch of brightness. His pelt matches his personality epically. The tips of his pelt are a darker color, so smoothed into his stripes that is is impossible to tell which is which. His spine is low-lighted with a dark night, along with his paws and muzzle. His ears tips seem like the only get away, covered with sharp strands of a crystal color, white spots of hair marking his old age. His muzzle is speckled with silver, making him look a bit older and wiser than heactually may be.
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003.
Have you every walked through the woods, or imagined it, and seen a lone wolf, standing guard over the forest? If you were to walk with Runningwolf, you might be surprised at how he towers over you. Runningwolf was born the biggest kit ever remembered, but it was probably due to the fact he was the only kit of his litter. His mother was born a warrior, but at his birth, was spoiled by kittypet food and attempting to live the warrior life one in the same. Fortunately for Runningwolf, he had plenty of room to stretch and grow in his mothers womb. He was born the size of a new apprentice, killing his mother in the process. His neck is thick with gruff fur, causing a masculine mane that makes him look large in stature. The tom is the size of a beagle, and a large on at that. That may be a little exaggerating, but it is excruciating overwelling to peak at the tom and compare him to anything. The tom is simply that, he is massive. His tail is short and stubby, but not to small to keep him from being balanced. When relaxed, it curls up backwards agains his back, fluffed up naturally as though it was a wolfs tail. This marks him even more as looking as though he was a wolf.
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004.
Runningwolf has scars from battles long forgotten. Both of his ears are torn. The tip of his right ear is cut in a thin v shape, cut into him with sharp claws with an unknown owner. His left ear seems ripped at the bas on the left side. His spine is linned with three long claw marks, as though someone had tried to grip him as they fall off something unknown. His pads are struck and worn with age, although soft due to his care. He back legs and neck are spotted with peirce marks from some cats teeth.
001. Summary
002. Pelt
003. Structure
004. Scars
001.
Runningwolf is a solitary male with short pelt except for his mane, surrounding his neck. His build is almost wolf-like, as though he is a miniature wolf. If you were to look at him as he stood in the shadow of dusk or evening, you might just confuse him as a wolf, and going scrambling off like a kit, that is, if you didn't know his scent. His long, sturdy legs are covered with short, thick fur the color of a full mooned night, with stripes as dark as the an empty sky. His short tail still keeps him balanced, but is as bushy as his necks mane. When he sets it to rest, it curls up to rest awkwardly on his spine. His yellow-green eyes are always watching and careful at all instances.Runningwolf is an incredible large cat, almost the size of an average dog. His father had given him his large traits, but he is totally unaware of where his son obtained those fantastic features.
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002.
There was a day once, when you peaked outside your window on a frozen morning. It was dark due to the rain clouds bearing down on your town. There was a harshpatter of rain on your window and the sound of water rushing down your roof. Did you ever realize, on that chilly morning, that there was snow, snuffed out but the rain, but dwindling on the ground, letting the water wash it away? Now imagine that day, every content of warmth from an imaginary mother, your friends with comfort, your enemies hovering in the back of your mind. Imagine all of these things, so harsh and kit-soft, stuffed into ataxidermy cat, then brought to life. But that cat was actually more of a mix, because that taxidermy place was especially skilled in sewing together multiple animals.
Runningwolf's pelt is a soft yet worn mixture of raindrop colors, distilled and then solidified into thin strands of fur, easily lost and gained with time. His base coat is a light grey the color of steal, lighting the darker shades with a intimate touch of brightness. His pelt matches his personality epically. The tips of his pelt are a darker color, so smoothed into his stripes that is is impossible to tell which is which. His spine is low-lighted with a dark night, along with his paws and muzzle. His ears tips seem like the only get away, covered with sharp strands of a crystal color, white spots of hair marking his old age. His muzzle is speckled with silver, making him look a bit older and wiser than heactually may be.
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003.
Have you every walked through the woods, or imagined it, and seen a lone wolf, standing guard over the forest? If you were to walk with Runningwolf, you might be surprised at how he towers over you. Runningwolf was born the biggest kit ever remembered, but it was probably due to the fact he was the only kit of his litter. His mother was born a warrior, but at his birth, was spoiled by kittypet food and attempting to live the warrior life one in the same. Fortunately for Runningwolf, he had plenty of room to stretch and grow in his mothers womb. He was born the size of a new apprentice, killing his mother in the process. His neck is thick with gruff fur, causing a masculine mane that makes him look large in stature. The tom is the size of a beagle, and a large on at that. That may be a little exaggerating, but it is excruciating overwelling to peak at the tom and compare him to anything. The tom is simply that, he is massive. His tail is short and stubby, but not to small to keep him from being balanced. When relaxed, it curls up backwards agains his back, fluffed up naturally as though it was a wolfs tail. This marks him even more as looking as though he was a wolf.
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004.
Runningwolf has scars from battles long forgotten. Both of his ears are torn. The tip of his right ear is cut in a thin v shape, cut into him with sharp claws with an unknown owner. His left ear seems ripped at the bas on the left side. His spine is linned with three long claw marks, as though someone had tried to grip him as they fall off something unknown. His pads are struck and worn with age, although soft due to his care. He back legs and neck are spotted with peirce marks from some cats teeth.
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descriptive sentence: huge muscular grey tom with yellow-green eyes
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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
. my backbone crumbles .
How do you describe the creature
I am looking for,
why do you even need to know?
Though i see no reason in your words
I will tell you of the creature i look for.
Let me find four words, yes, just four, that can quickly sum up the personality of the lovely little felidae.
Mental :
of, pertaining to, or affected by a disorder of the mind: a mental patient
Ambitious :
having ambition; eagerly desirous of achieving or obtaining success, power, wealth, a specific goal.
Deadly :
aiming to kill or destroy.
Calculating :
selfishly scheming
And now your staring at me.
What? You’re the one that asked.
No, don't shake your head.
You did.
YES, YOU DID.
Now, shut up and listen, you asked
and you wanted to know.
So I shall go into greater detail,
whether you want it or not.
Dear little Runningwolf wants power, does every cat want power? I presume so, but you see...Runningwolf he wants it more than most care to grasp. Runningwolf his mind is not right, his mind left him long ago, and was replaced by a cold, calculating, deadliness, that is hunger...Hunger for something more than any cat should have, complete and total control over the forest. More words to describe him would be, insane, the devil, and cold.
Look them up yourself, if you don't know what they mean.
. my backbone crumbles .
How do you describe the creature
I am looking for,
why do you even need to know?
Though i see no reason in your words
I will tell you of the creature i look for.
Let me find four words, yes, just four, that can quickly sum up the personality of the lovely little felidae.
Mental :
of, pertaining to, or affected by a disorder of the mind: a mental patient
Ambitious :
having ambition; eagerly desirous of achieving or obtaining success, power, wealth, a specific goal.
Deadly :
aiming to kill or destroy.
Calculating :
selfishly scheming
And now your staring at me.
What? You’re the one that asked.
No, don't shake your head.
You did.
YES, YOU DID.
Now, shut up and listen, you asked
and you wanted to know.
So I shall go into greater detail,
whether you want it or not.
Dear little Runningwolf wants power, does every cat want power? I presume so, but you see...Runningwolf he wants it more than most care to grasp. Runningwolf his mind is not right, his mind left him long ago, and was replaced by a cold, calculating, deadliness, that is hunger...Hunger for something more than any cat should have, complete and total control over the forest. More words to describe him would be, insane, the devil, and cold.
Look them up yourself, if you don't know what they mean.
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likes: death, power, being powerful, fear, using pretty she-cats
dislikes: everything else
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H I S T O R Y:
Moons ago, a she-cat by the name of Grayfur met and fell in love with a loner by the name of Ghost. Ghost was a huge maine coon tom that striked fear with his size and strength- Grayfur did not fear him, however, and she left her own clan to be with him. She was not aware of Ghost’s mental state- Ghost was hungry, hungry for blood and gore. He made sure that Grayfur stayed in line and after a few moons with him she, whom had once had few scars, was covered in them. She followed Ghost like an innocent little kitty, obeying everything he said in fear for her life. Whilst she was pregnant, Ghost did not touch her- he did not want to ruin the chance of a powerful offspring. After a few moons and a fat belly, Grayfur believed she was going to have many kits. She did not realize that she was going to have one. She felt her insides ripping as she delivered the kit its life, giving Starclan her own. This was how Runningkit was born. He was born the size of a newly made apprentice and it seemed, at first, the only thing he gained from his father was sheer size.
Runningkit was with his father for awhile, being nursed by another she-cat his father had impregnated. The only cats he really knew were her and his father and he began to think his father’s way was the right way. The other cat gave birth to two she-cats. His father wanted to kill them at first, as they were just normal and small, but his new mate managed to keep him from doing it. One night, in his sleep, Runningkit was awoken by his father’s new mate, Scarlett. She told him to come with her and he eagerly followed the she-cat. She led them straight to Shadowclan, where she had met with a patrol the earlier day. Runningkit was scared at the new scene and for awhile whined for his daddy. Then Scarlett told him his father was dead.
A few moons later he became an apprentice under Nightwing. By this time Runningpaw was the size of a new warrior and was easily as big as his mentor. His mentor taught him everything he knows about hunting and fighting and Runningpaw was easily one of the top apprentices. Runningpaw was cold though and he had been ever since he found his father had died. That was one thing that his mentor didn’t like and tried to brighten him up, though it did not work. Soon, Runningpaw became Runningwolf and by this time he was easily the size of a medium-sized beagle and didn’t seem to be growing any bigger.
He put on a façade, though, and to everyone else he seemed to be a loyal and honorable warrior. No one knew what truly went on in his mind. He wanted power and didn’t care what it took to achieve it. He would have it- he would just have to wait and let the leaves fall where they may.
Moons ago, a she-cat by the name of Grayfur met and fell in love with a loner by the name of Ghost. Ghost was a huge maine coon tom that striked fear with his size and strength- Grayfur did not fear him, however, and she left her own clan to be with him. She was not aware of Ghost’s mental state- Ghost was hungry, hungry for blood and gore. He made sure that Grayfur stayed in line and after a few moons with him she, whom had once had few scars, was covered in them. She followed Ghost like an innocent little kitty, obeying everything he said in fear for her life. Whilst she was pregnant, Ghost did not touch her- he did not want to ruin the chance of a powerful offspring. After a few moons and a fat belly, Grayfur believed she was going to have many kits. She did not realize that she was going to have one. She felt her insides ripping as she delivered the kit its life, giving Starclan her own. This was how Runningkit was born. He was born the size of a newly made apprentice and it seemed, at first, the only thing he gained from his father was sheer size.
Runningkit was with his father for awhile, being nursed by another she-cat his father had impregnated. The only cats he really knew were her and his father and he began to think his father’s way was the right way. The other cat gave birth to two she-cats. His father wanted to kill them at first, as they were just normal and small, but his new mate managed to keep him from doing it. One night, in his sleep, Runningkit was awoken by his father’s new mate, Scarlett. She told him to come with her and he eagerly followed the she-cat. She led them straight to Shadowclan, where she had met with a patrol the earlier day. Runningkit was scared at the new scene and for awhile whined for his daddy. Then Scarlett told him his father was dead.
A few moons later he became an apprentice under Nightwing. By this time Runningpaw was the size of a new warrior and was easily as big as his mentor. His mentor taught him everything he knows about hunting and fighting and Runningpaw was easily one of the top apprentices. Runningpaw was cold though and he had been ever since he found his father had died. That was one thing that his mentor didn’t like and tried to brighten him up, though it did not work. Soon, Runningpaw became Runningwolf and by this time he was easily the size of a medium-sized beagle and didn’t seem to be growing any bigger.
He put on a façade, though, and to everyone else he seemed to be a loyal and honorable warrior. No one knew what truly went on in his mind. He wanted power and didn’t care what it took to achieve it. He would have it- he would just have to wait and let the leaves fall where they may.
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[/size]your alias: naomi
other characters: whiteheart
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