Post by ~Nighthunter~ on Mar 11, 2013 11:43:58 GMT -5
NAME! Blackjaw
AGE! 48 moons.
RANK! Warrior
GENDER! male
CLAN! Shadowclan
SHORT DESC.! A built brute tom with a black pelt, and a white crest on his chest, has a distinctly black lower jaw and green eyes.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
PERSONALITY!
HISTORY!
RP EXAMPLE!
AGE! 48 moons.
RANK! Warrior
GENDER! male
CLAN! Shadowclan
SHORT DESC.! A built brute tom with a black pelt, and a white crest on his chest, has a distinctly black lower jaw and green eyes.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
BLACKJAW PIC
Blackjaw is has an all black coat with the exception of a white chest and upper jaw. His lower jaw is very distintly black against his white fur, thus his namesake. His eyes are a golden amber in color and have an intelligent look about them. The build of this tom is strong and sturdy, but he is not as bulky in muscle as the other toms in the clan, and has more of a shadowclan build to him. His tail is very short, but very thick. He has a very curt manner to his stance. He has an old scar on his shoulder from a battle many moons ago. Looks young for a middle aged tom.
PERSONALITY!
Very direct, he lets you know the moment he has a problem with whats going on. He has a kind spirit, but can be very cross. To the younger cats he seems very arrogant and strict, and the older warriors and his peers regard him much the same way. He has not trained and apprentice, and feels he would make a decent warrior.
He does not like the idea of ever being a father. He just doesn't see himself as the fatherly type and fears he would raise them poorly. Honestly he is terrified at having kits. It scares him to know that he would be responsible for raising them. If he had a strong mate then maybe he wouldn't mind it though. That and not many of the she cats ever really paid him much attention. He thinks very highly of himself, and doesn't mind flaunting it. He tries not to be too full of himself, but to him if you've got it then flaunt it. He is a bit of a show off, and uses the training his father gave him as protection to give the other toms a one up if he can while a pretty she cat is around. Ironically he does try his best to be the ladies man, and can act very flirty when he isn't scowling. He was treated differently due to his parentage, his father was Scarstorm and mild manner brute of a a tom with a soft heart, and Lilystem his mother, a calm and innocent soul. He takes after both easily.
HISTORY!
Relatives:
Father:Scarstorm
Mother: Longlily
Siblings: None
Mate:none
Blackkit was raised by Mouseclaw and Scarstorm. His father was unnamed at his birth his original mother Longlily longing to keep it a secret in her passing fearing her son would be heart broken without a full family, though the clan suspected it was Scarstorm. Scarstorm was Mouseclaw's mate after Longlily for many moons and it hurt her to learn of the kit, but once his mother passed, she took him in for his sake not his fathers. He gets his coloring from his mother and father, his father an all black tom and his mother a calico, however the orange of the calico was kept out of his coat. She died kitting him alone for Scarstorm was out dealing with Fridgedscorn because the cruel she cat had been her mate's nemesis for several moons and was only becoming more of a danger to them.
His step brother was Redpaw, and he looked just like Scarstorm all black with amber eyes, and he had his father's cold hearted detatchment. Redpaw did not have the kind heart through his mother that Backpaw did, and he grew to resent that. Blackpaw was trained by Birchpelt, and grew to want the praise he offered.
That's what made him the arrogant tom he is, that and the fact that he was always in constant competition with Redpaw. Redeyes and Blackjaw got there warrior names from the same battle and that's also when he got the scar on his shoulder. The wound kept him from duties for two weeks while it healed.
Several years later he and Redfur were out hunting, when a fox grabbed hold of Redfur killing him. This was a recent development, and has left him bitter, and more arrogant of his skills. He has never had an apprentice, nor a mate. His father passed away from old age some say, but if you asked him it was due to a broken heart from the lingering losses in his life, for scarstorm's life was very cruel. Longlily and him keep an eye on there son in Starclan, and even Redfur is there now watching over him. Mouseclaw is alive, but has moved to the elders den, and weeps for her only son and mate's death.
RP EXAMPLE!
Strong jet black paws raced back with the patrol through the bramble barrier of the camp. From the massive tom's black patched jaw swung two mice and a vole. The hunting patrol had faired well, he and Morningpaw, Fadedmist's apprentice had caught a decent amount and were taking back part of there catch. The rest of the patrol was probably hot on there heels. Blackjaw's eyes went wide as the two snarling faces of the dogs turned and faced the in coming patrol. His face fell open in disbelief that the mangy mutts were in the camp, and for a moment he thought he was hallucinating, until Maplepaw's equally shocked and terrified face registered in his skull.
Leaving the prey where he had dropped them in the dirt, he hissed and bristled up his fur so that he looked twice as big. Normally he hated having to do so, as it hid his spectacular muscular physique, but maybe it would make him look more formidable to the dogs. One was usually a problem for a patrol, and here he was with two. He sent a prayer to starclan, knowing he might very well join them unless more warriors flocked in. Hissing i fury he flashed his claws out at the smaller more aggressive dog." Come on you mange pelt! Maplepaw move it or your done for!"
