Raggedtooth RiverclanDone

[~Nighthunter~]

NAME! Raggedtooth Raggedpaw Raggedkit
AGE! 15
RANK! rank.
GENDER! m/f
CLAN! clan.
SHORT DESC.! A domineering large tabby tom with short fur and green eyes.

FULL DESCRIPTION!

If you were to use one word to describe the way Raggedtooth looks, the one that comes to mind is domineering. A rather large tom, he is what could be said to be a brute. His claws are long and thick, and his teeth are the same. He is a tabby of very dark brown color. His fur is short in length, and shows off his muscular body well, making him look less friendly. His eyes are a clear green, which might have a kind look to them, but get under his skin and you'll see otherwise. His pelt has a scruffy look to it.

PERSONALITY!

He is very temperamental and strict, and will not let others get away with wrong doing. Being a warrior now, he makes it his business to watch how the younger generations are carrying themselves. The first cat to snap at one of the others, but also the first to show pride in his clan and congratulate them. He does have a kind soul, its just buried under all that ragged exterior. He would be the type to charge into battle, and wouldn't dishing out a due punishment. He is very grouchy and is known for being a tough guy, not exactly the best in sweet talking terms, but he shows due respect to females and those with higher rank. Once you tick him off he will do his best to show you that you annoyed him, since he is really bad at not showing his annoyance.

One thing about Raggedtooth is that he is a sucker for kits. They could torment him to no end, and he would let them and probably just lay there. They might even coax a purr or two from him. He really is a soft heart, he just has trouble showing it, and would love a family of his own. If he were to, a female would have to be willing to have kits, because he defiantly wants some of his own someday.

HISTORY!

Raggedkit was born on an average night in Greenleaf. He has one sibling named Crowkit, and his parents were mother Littlestep, and father Boulderclaw. As a young kit he was bossy and arrogant from the start, always making his brother fallow him around camp. Even at birth he was much bigger than his brother, and Crowkit eventually became sick, and had to move to the medicine den. He stayed there for many moons trying to improve his small chances for survival, he had a bad lung. His body hadn't fully matured and though Raggedtooth had faith he would pull through and over come it, his brother continued to get sicker.

Raggedpaw became and apprentice and had to take it with a grain of salt, because his brother was still sick, and not made an apprentice. One moon later Crowkit passed. His mentor was Firefur, a very crabby older warrior, that was surprised at having gotten a last apprentice before his retirement, and not surprised in a good way. He was strict and tough, but a good mentor, and Raggedtooth became a warrior carrying on those traits. His parents and his mentor retired to the elders den being of the same generation. Eventhough he is only just a warrior himself, he sometimes acts like he has all the experience of an older warrior, and bosses other around. His bruteness has gotten him in trouble before.

RP EXAMPLE!

Raggedtooth

A glint of green lit up the dark passage from the elders den. A bulky frame covered in mud, his dark fur blending in the the thick wet dirt, and his tabby markings nearly undetectable. Upon his back lay the form of Boulderfoot, his father, though the body of the once strong proud tom was disheavled and water logged. It lay limp, still as stone on Raggedtooth's back, and his eyes were glazed with a sheen of film as if they were looking into an abyss. Trudging through the mud, his paws leaving a sloping sound with every step, he made his way out to the center gathering area of the camp. His eyes blazed with loss, but in there depths he was furious that the old tom had died this way, in the comfort of his own camp in his nest. It was not the way a warrior should go, it was not the way anyone should go. Pride and his emotional stability kept him from showing what most cats do once they have lost a loved one. He was stoic, and unyielding to the general sense of woe.

Glancing about, he looked to Icestar in acknowledgement, and also to confirm that the old cat was indeed dead, with a glance. Then sweeping his gaze around the camp, he took in the murky littered remains searching them for the clanmates he knew so well. Many bodies were moving around, and the camp was practically decimated by the floods. His deep and gravel like voice rang out. "Ratpaw! If your not floundering around in the water like a drowned namesake then present yourself so that I can see you yet live." It wasn't concerned, it was filled with contempt at having to chase after the young tom. Rainshadow had been his first apprentice, and that cat had turned out well, until he had an emotional breakdown. The dark tabby was going to be much more vigilent with Ratpaw. He spoke again this time louder."Ratpaw!"

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Hm ... Technically you are supposed to have three paragraphs in the history for a warrior of his age, but I am going to let it slide since things are .... weird here. Please post in the allegiances.