Post by Aleen on Jun 1, 2006 16:51:00 GMT -5
Name: Shadowmist
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 55 seasons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: A short haired dark gray cat with a silvery sheen about him walks slowly to his nest, a slight limp showing itself as he stepped on his front right paw. A few hours later, a bright blue cat watches apprentices with vivid green optics from the entrance of the Elders' Den. Can it be that this is the same cat? Yes, and his name is Shadowmist, an elderly Russian Blue tom who lives in ThunderClan. Across his left cheek a white scar slashes, a souvenir from a battle as a young warrior, along with a slit at the top of his left ear. Those days are gone, however, and time is taking it's toll on him. His body no longer moves with the speed of youth, and his long fine-boned body has long lost it's muscular appearance. Though his sight is still good, his hearing isn't what it used to be, making it hard for him to hear some of the quieter cats. Soon he will leave this fragile body to join the ranks of StarClan.
RP Example: The sweet clean smell of fresh bedding filled the elders' den, spread by a gentle afternoon breeze. Sunlight flooded in through the den entrance, turning an old tom's stony pelt to sapphires as he lay motionless. To any passing cat it would look as if he was asleep, when in truth he was not only conscious, but alert. Emerald eyes watched the camp's center through slitted lids, observing each cat in view carefully. He was not spying, no, not this retired warrior, but rather watching over his Clan. Shadowmist was his name, and he felt it his duty until he left his ever aging body to join his warrior ancestors.
His tail twitched as his gaze continued to sweep over his Clanmates. Good, all was well. At last, his bright green optics closed as he prepared to finally let sleep take over. That is, at least until the apprentices brought some supper. This was his daily routine: watch, sleep, eat, then do it all over again. It helped assure him that even in during these changing times StarClan was watching over his home. Without that comfort, Shadowmist would have no will to continue his life,
The tom's mind, as it always did before he drifted into sleep, sent thoughts of his Clans current issuers through his head. This changing time indeed.... How could any cat born in the forest not believe in StarClan? Of course it existed! How else could the Clans themselves be possible? What about the dreams of medicine cats, or the nine lives of leaders? How else were those possible? I will believe until the moment of my death, Shadowmist thought. at which time I will not only believe, but know as a fact. Sleep finally took over, finally granting rest to the old tom.
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Elder
Breed: Russian Blue
Personality: Patience, some say, is a virtue, one that Shadowmist is lucky enough to have. Accompanied by kindness, firmness when needed, and an overall good attitude help make the old tom many cats know and love. Age has made him a bit more snappy, but not much. He is filled with wisdom and advice, though he has an interesting way of giving it. Yes, he does complain about some things, like most of the other elders, but not quite as much. Also, like other elders, he's always ready to give a scolding to kit and warrior alike. He'll act like a grouch sometimes, pretending like he doesn't like a cat, but in reality there are very few cats he doesn't like, and those cats are ones that had it coming to them. When he doesn't like someone, his eyes will light up with the fire of battle like they used to in his time as a warrior.
History: Light, and the sweet familiar smell of his mother. These are some of Shadowmist's first memories as he came to awareness in the ThunderClan nursery. After those first few days of figuring out what exactly 'life' was the kit and his brother took it upon themselves to reek havoc on their mother and the other nursery inhabitants. After a while they were given a whole new playground: the center of camp, where the two toms not only played and made mischief, but learned of the warrior code and StarClan. By the time they were apprenticed, Shadowmist and his brother were getting into somewhat less trouble and concentrating more on serving their Clan. They trained hard together and with their mentors and soon earned their warrior names. This simple and easy life did not last long, however. When out hunting, the brothers accidentally came across a badger that had moved onto ThunderClan territory. While trying to get away, Shadowmist got scratched across his cheek, and his injuries would have been worse, only his brother pushed him out of the way. Only one of the young warriors got away alive. Physically, the tom healed quickly, mentally, well... he remained in mourning for about two weeks after his brother's death, at the end of which he willed himself to be cheerful and helpful again, continuing with Clan life almost like before the badger attack. Clan life continued normally for Shadowmist for many moons, that is, until fell in love. The she-cat ((not using names)) eventually became his mate, and he loved her very much. Sadly, they lost all but one kit of their first and only litter. After caring for that kit until it was healthy and strong, life again returned to normal, this time for a long time. At last, age caught up with Shadowmist and he requested to join the elders. These changing times have been strange and unsettling, and as age continues to eat away at the old tom, he is preparing for what might happen to the Clans. Though most cats don't realize it, the elders see and hear much....
Codewords: Que tengas suerte! Masked
Pictures:
www.russianblue.org/cfa/ZelebrityPhoto.jpg
((I know that the RP example isn't that great, but I'm tired right now, so I'm fine with redoing it later))
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 55 seasons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: A short haired dark gray cat with a silvery sheen about him walks slowly to his nest, a slight limp showing itself as he stepped on his front right paw. A few hours later, a bright blue cat watches apprentices with vivid green optics from the entrance of the Elders' Den. Can it be that this is the same cat? Yes, and his name is Shadowmist, an elderly Russian Blue tom who lives in ThunderClan. Across his left cheek a white scar slashes, a souvenir from a battle as a young warrior, along with a slit at the top of his left ear. Those days are gone, however, and time is taking it's toll on him. His body no longer moves with the speed of youth, and his long fine-boned body has long lost it's muscular appearance. Though his sight is still good, his hearing isn't what it used to be, making it hard for him to hear some of the quieter cats. Soon he will leave this fragile body to join the ranks of StarClan.
RP Example: The sweet clean smell of fresh bedding filled the elders' den, spread by a gentle afternoon breeze. Sunlight flooded in through the den entrance, turning an old tom's stony pelt to sapphires as he lay motionless. To any passing cat it would look as if he was asleep, when in truth he was not only conscious, but alert. Emerald eyes watched the camp's center through slitted lids, observing each cat in view carefully. He was not spying, no, not this retired warrior, but rather watching over his Clan. Shadowmist was his name, and he felt it his duty until he left his ever aging body to join his warrior ancestors.
His tail twitched as his gaze continued to sweep over his Clanmates. Good, all was well. At last, his bright green optics closed as he prepared to finally let sleep take over. That is, at least until the apprentices brought some supper. This was his daily routine: watch, sleep, eat, then do it all over again. It helped assure him that even in during these changing times StarClan was watching over his home. Without that comfort, Shadowmist would have no will to continue his life,
The tom's mind, as it always did before he drifted into sleep, sent thoughts of his Clans current issuers through his head. This changing time indeed.... How could any cat born in the forest not believe in StarClan? Of course it existed! How else could the Clans themselves be possible? What about the dreams of medicine cats, or the nine lives of leaders? How else were those possible? I will believe until the moment of my death, Shadowmist thought. at which time I will not only believe, but know as a fact. Sleep finally took over, finally granting rest to the old tom.
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Elder
Breed: Russian Blue
Personality: Patience, some say, is a virtue, one that Shadowmist is lucky enough to have. Accompanied by kindness, firmness when needed, and an overall good attitude help make the old tom many cats know and love. Age has made him a bit more snappy, but not much. He is filled with wisdom and advice, though he has an interesting way of giving it. Yes, he does complain about some things, like most of the other elders, but not quite as much. Also, like other elders, he's always ready to give a scolding to kit and warrior alike. He'll act like a grouch sometimes, pretending like he doesn't like a cat, but in reality there are very few cats he doesn't like, and those cats are ones that had it coming to them. When he doesn't like someone, his eyes will light up with the fire of battle like they used to in his time as a warrior.
History: Light, and the sweet familiar smell of his mother. These are some of Shadowmist's first memories as he came to awareness in the ThunderClan nursery. After those first few days of figuring out what exactly 'life' was the kit and his brother took it upon themselves to reek havoc on their mother and the other nursery inhabitants. After a while they were given a whole new playground: the center of camp, where the two toms not only played and made mischief, but learned of the warrior code and StarClan. By the time they were apprenticed, Shadowmist and his brother were getting into somewhat less trouble and concentrating more on serving their Clan. They trained hard together and with their mentors and soon earned their warrior names. This simple and easy life did not last long, however. When out hunting, the brothers accidentally came across a badger that had moved onto ThunderClan territory. While trying to get away, Shadowmist got scratched across his cheek, and his injuries would have been worse, only his brother pushed him out of the way. Only one of the young warriors got away alive. Physically, the tom healed quickly, mentally, well... he remained in mourning for about two weeks after his brother's death, at the end of which he willed himself to be cheerful and helpful again, continuing with Clan life almost like before the badger attack. Clan life continued normally for Shadowmist for many moons, that is, until fell in love. The she-cat ((not using names)) eventually became his mate, and he loved her very much. Sadly, they lost all but one kit of their first and only litter. After caring for that kit until it was healthy and strong, life again returned to normal, this time for a long time. At last, age caught up with Shadowmist and he requested to join the elders. These changing times have been strange and unsettling, and as age continues to eat away at the old tom, he is preparing for what might happen to the Clans. Though most cats don't realize it, the elders see and hear much....
Codewords: Que tengas suerte! Masked
Pictures:
www.russianblue.org/cfa/ZelebrityPhoto.jpg
((I know that the RP example isn't that great, but I'm tired right now, so I'm fine with redoing it later))