Post by Rainheart on Mar 5, 2010 22:45:09 GMT -5
Your Name/Nickname: Wolfcat
Any other characters? Kyo, Dusttail, Keira a few more which I don’t rp much :/
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Characters Name: Rainheart
Clan/Group: Night Clan
Gender: Male
Age 26 moons
Rank: Warrior
Family/Mate: mother- Featherfur Father- Mountainclaw + his mentor Rubypelt- he classes him as family
Appearance: Rainheart is a short furred cat which is stony grey, marked with the occasional dark grey or white stripe, he has a white patch on his chin and light coloured paws as well as dark spots near his rump. He has a rather thin build, not really muscular but more streamlined enabling him to run and get into tight spaces, his face has a feral look about it and his eyes are a bright shade of amber with a darker ring of brown around the outside. A scar runs across the bridge of his nose from one of his previous fights.
Personality: His attitude towards other can vary, he can be very defensive and territorial and doesn’t have much in the way of social skills due to his long time living alone but given time he can learn to get along well with other cats. He is prone to getting upset and sulking about his past but most of the time he will stay out the way of others. Rainheart loves plants and rainy weather as well as quiet patrols around the borders. On the plus side he will remain loyal to his clan and can show a warm and caring heart to his closest friends.
Past: Rainheart was born in a small clan that lived among the sheltering rocks of the mountains, his parents were both warriors though there was little that would attack apart from the odd racoon or stray fox so the clan lived out its days peacefully. On the eve of his apprenticeship a large forest fire broke out covering large portions of the trees in a matter of minutes catching the sleeping clan unawares, he crouched under the branches of a bush as he watched various members of his clan fighting for their lives until his mother found him and told him to run. He made it to the banks of the river where he turned to wait for his parents, as the smoke rolled in he began to panic and stepped back falling into the river and being swept away by its strong current, before he saw the light of star clans pelts he managed to climb weakly onto a log and became unconscious. When he awoke he found himself on soft bedding of grasses and leaves and later found that an old ginger cat called Rubypelt had rescued him. Not knowing how far the mountain he had come and not knowing if his parents were still alive he travelled with the old cat.
Along the way he learned how to hunt, fight and more importantly the study of herbs, Rubypelt had been an elder in his old clan and had decided to go exploring in his final days instead of staying in the camp. Rainheart enjoyed the days he spent with him but it came to an end when Rubypelt passed away one leafbare due to his age. For the next few months he wondered aimlessly until he met thorn clan, its leader Echostar welcomed him warmly as the new lead warrior, he spent a few months there but in the end the clan separated due to internal conflict.
Sample: Rainpaw crouched low in the undergrowth, his amber eyes focused on the log up ahead, he twitched an ear as his prey tapped lightly on its bark, foraging for food. He placed a paw in front of him hesitantly before crawling quietly forwards, his belly sweeping the floor. The mouse a few leaps in front of him wrinkled its tiny nose as if to find a distasteful sent then scurried along the logs base, Rainpaw pounced chasing after it but the small creature managed to evade him and scampered off into the ferns. He growled shaking out his pelt “why do I even need to learn hunting to begin with! Can’t we move onto more useful things like fighting?” the young cat complained, an old ginger tom emerged next to him scowling”How will you fight when your belly is empty?” he said roughly, Rainpaw huffed and looked away “this is pointless I’m heading back” he mewed and stomped off twitching his tail in annoyance. The old tom yawned and stretched out his paws “That is fine by me but I won’t be hunting for you anymore. From now on you will have to find your own prey if you want to survive” the youth froze and glanced over his shoulder as the ginger cat passed by him hiding a smirk, he narrowed his eyes and turned on his tail knowing that the old cat was telling the truth and trotted off into the undergrowth grumbling.
Other: nope
By: Wolfcat :3
Any other characters? Kyo, Dusttail, Keira a few more which I don’t rp much :/
Chatango Username: DustTail
Contact Info: Chatango, pm
How'd you find this site?: Advertising
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Characters Name: Rainheart
Clan/Group: Night Clan
Gender: Male
Age 26 moons
Rank: Warrior
Family/Mate: mother- Featherfur Father- Mountainclaw + his mentor Rubypelt- he classes him as family
Appearance: Rainheart is a short furred cat which is stony grey, marked with the occasional dark grey or white stripe, he has a white patch on his chin and light coloured paws as well as dark spots near his rump. He has a rather thin build, not really muscular but more streamlined enabling him to run and get into tight spaces, his face has a feral look about it and his eyes are a bright shade of amber with a darker ring of brown around the outside. A scar runs across the bridge of his nose from one of his previous fights.
Personality: His attitude towards other can vary, he can be very defensive and territorial and doesn’t have much in the way of social skills due to his long time living alone but given time he can learn to get along well with other cats. He is prone to getting upset and sulking about his past but most of the time he will stay out the way of others. Rainheart loves plants and rainy weather as well as quiet patrols around the borders. On the plus side he will remain loyal to his clan and can show a warm and caring heart to his closest friends.
Past: Rainheart was born in a small clan that lived among the sheltering rocks of the mountains, his parents were both warriors though there was little that would attack apart from the odd racoon or stray fox so the clan lived out its days peacefully. On the eve of his apprenticeship a large forest fire broke out covering large portions of the trees in a matter of minutes catching the sleeping clan unawares, he crouched under the branches of a bush as he watched various members of his clan fighting for their lives until his mother found him and told him to run. He made it to the banks of the river where he turned to wait for his parents, as the smoke rolled in he began to panic and stepped back falling into the river and being swept away by its strong current, before he saw the light of star clans pelts he managed to climb weakly onto a log and became unconscious. When he awoke he found himself on soft bedding of grasses and leaves and later found that an old ginger cat called Rubypelt had rescued him. Not knowing how far the mountain he had come and not knowing if his parents were still alive he travelled with the old cat.
Along the way he learned how to hunt, fight and more importantly the study of herbs, Rubypelt had been an elder in his old clan and had decided to go exploring in his final days instead of staying in the camp. Rainheart enjoyed the days he spent with him but it came to an end when Rubypelt passed away one leafbare due to his age. For the next few months he wondered aimlessly until he met thorn clan, its leader Echostar welcomed him warmly as the new lead warrior, he spent a few months there but in the end the clan separated due to internal conflict.
Sample: Rainpaw crouched low in the undergrowth, his amber eyes focused on the log up ahead, he twitched an ear as his prey tapped lightly on its bark, foraging for food. He placed a paw in front of him hesitantly before crawling quietly forwards, his belly sweeping the floor. The mouse a few leaps in front of him wrinkled its tiny nose as if to find a distasteful sent then scurried along the logs base, Rainpaw pounced chasing after it but the small creature managed to evade him and scampered off into the ferns. He growled shaking out his pelt “why do I even need to learn hunting to begin with! Can’t we move onto more useful things like fighting?” the young cat complained, an old ginger tom emerged next to him scowling”How will you fight when your belly is empty?” he said roughly, Rainpaw huffed and looked away “this is pointless I’m heading back” he mewed and stomped off twitching his tail in annoyance. The old tom yawned and stretched out his paws “That is fine by me but I won’t be hunting for you anymore. From now on you will have to find your own prey if you want to survive” the youth froze and glanced over his shoulder as the ginger cat passed by him hiding a smirk, he narrowed his eyes and turned on his tail knowing that the old cat was telling the truth and trotted off into the undergrowth grumbling.
Other: nope
By: Wolfcat :3
