Post by ƒoxclaw on Jul 28, 2007 13:02:37 GMT -5
Name: Barkfur.
Clan: ShadowClan
Age: 60 Moons. (Five years)
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Deputy
Short Description: Dark-pelted brown tabby tom with green eyes.
Appearance:
Clan: ShadowClan
Age: 60 Moons. (Five years)
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Deputy
Short Description: Dark-pelted brown tabby tom with green eyes.
Appearance:
Personality:
Barkfur got his name from his mother because of his dark brown undercoat. Across it from all angles are thick, black stripes that stretch themselves on his pelt and legs. His tail shares the same patterning, though about two inches to the very tip of his tail is jet-black. His coat is short, barely able to cover the scars that the warrior has gathered over the moons. His eyes are keen and intelligent, yet seem to give off an eerie sense of paranoia to them. Unlike his brown coat, they are a leaf-green that stick him out in a crowd.
His size is pretty standard for a tom tabby his age. He's not overly large, nor is he a scrawny runt. He has a good build of muscles, but yet he's not daunting in this sense. His tail's a tad shorter than others, and his shoulders seem to boxy under his head. As for as his belly is concerened, while he's not fat for a Clan cat, he's got a bit more to him than others, showing his skill in the hunt quite well.
Barkfur has a flaw to his body that has caused him a great deal of pain in the past. He was born with a trick ankle. His left hind ankle has been known to twist under the slightest force, sending sharp waves of agony up his leg. It's not known as to why a Clan-born kit would receive such an injury at birth, but some think of it as an omen to his becoming a deputy...
Barkfur is a very odd cat. His mind has been known to shift through different thoughts until he comes to a conclusion that seems peculaiar. Being a paranoid cat, he's one to send out an extra patrol just because a leaf falls the wrong way. However, he's not insane by any means. His alert mind and keen senses make up for his brief moments of paranoia. With a good head on his shoulders, he takes in all possible outcomes in a situation and doesn't buckle under pressure like some.History:
The tom is quite proud of his heritage, and shows it in his attitude toward other Clans. He's not fond of the fact that many cats in ShadowClan are from different Clans and different places. Nor is he thrilled that the deputy before him allowed those cats to join his Clan. If he had his way, they'd be sent out on their heads. It's not really that he's a jerk, he can be, but he's far too noble to the ShadowClan to feel any pity for those who weren't born INTO it.
However, let it be known that he does have a soft side. He's not that happy with war and isn't quick to send out others into battle. Self-defense, yes, but not a raid. He feels that they can live in peace together, if some actually care enough to try. A bit of a hypocrite, Barkfur does his best to be the strong on in the Clan, the one others can talk to. And as for kits, they frighten him. In all the Clan, from the elders to the pregnante queens and even to Wolfstar, Barkfur can get on quite comfortably. But as for kits and younger apprentices, he's at a loss at what to say or do.
BARKKiTIC:
Barkkit was the most active in the litter of two. He was out of nest sooner than his sister and did everything before she did. He was on a quest to prove himself loyal and noble from such a young age. However, Barkkit had his first taste of 'life' when he and his sister wandered away from their mother for a time. They were behind the nursery, as far as they could be, when the two got into a play battle. It started harmless enough, tussleing with unshethed claws; soon it turned dangerous. Their movements alerted a raccoon who was foreging near the camp unknown to the cats for the time. The small tabby she-cat was grabbed and dragged away, while Barkkit cried and shrieked in fear, charging head-over-heals back into the nursery. A search was issued, but the kit was never recovered.
BARKPAW
Barkpaw was apprenticed as soon as he was 6 moons. Under the eye of his mentor, he learned fast and trained hard. His hunting skills were great, and he was even able to create new ways to hunt animals that the cats never dreamed of chaising. The fast flittering of a chikadee, the strength of a green snake; it was play to the apprentice. His fighting skills came later, a bit more shakey, but good just the same. When he was ready, he was given his warrior name.
BARKFUR
Having gone through many battles over land with ThunderClan, as well as fighting with a fox who found it's way into the Drinking Pool (with help from many warriors), Barkfur gained scars quickly. His fur grew back, and his spirits always returned, but the tom felt empty at each victory. He was doing StarClan proud, and caring for his Clan with his heart, but it felt vain. He felt that he needed a bigger role in things, so he asked his leader, and gained an apprentice.
It was awkward at first, since he had little idea how to mentor and the youngster kept looking at him with those... Large, needing eyes. He sought help from older warriors, and learned along with the young cat. In time, his apprentice was made a warrior. It was on a warm leafgreen night that he and his new friend walked in a small patrol, lead by one of the older warriors. They came across a fresh twoleg sent, and as they turned to warn the camp, they were attacked by some strange monster, riden by a shouting twoleg. The cats made a break for the conifers, but his younger friend was separated from the group. With the monster following her. Barkfur never saw his former apprentice again.
BARKFUR the DEPUTY?
It happened quickly for the cat. Though he was 60 moons and quite able to defend himself, he wasn't prepared for this duty. How will he do as ShadowClan's deputy?((Will be added to as the story progresses. ^.^))
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