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#Post#: 683--------------------------------------------------
Charredstrike//ShadowClan Warrior
By: Flint Date: October 30, 2012, 2:11 pm
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[center][font=courier]N a m e ; ;
Charredstrike
G e n d e r ; ;
Tom
C l a n ; ;
ShadowClan
R a n k ; ;
Warrior
A p p e a r a n c e ; ;
Charredstrike is very mysterious black tom. He's also a very
ferocious fighter, and his size is intimidating. He has fun
rolling around and getting down and dirty, which leads to his
thick, black fur being caked in mud more than once a day, and it
isn't uncommon for another warrior to find him wriggling on the
ground like a playful kit. However, when it's time for a fight,
Charredstrike puts all jokes aside, and a dangerous gleam enters
his bright yellow eyes. He pulls out his sharp claws and gets
ready to snap his strong jaws and power his strong muscles.
P i c t u r e ; ;
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P e r s o n a l i t y ; ;
Charredstrike has some very strange habits, such as rolling
around in dirt and mud like a kit and making sure there are no
butterflies in view before he attacks prey. Still, there is an
intelligence detectable in only his eyes, and certainly not his
actions, which tells of a clever, but rather withdrawn tom whose
real self is stuck behind his large body and thick fur.
Charredstrike isn't a tom who talks overly much, but he's not
afraid to add his input when it comes to important matters,
despite his generally quiet and antisocial behavior. The one
thing that's clear about the tom is his protective feelings for
his clanmates.
H i s t o r y ; ;
Charredstrike's mother was a rogue, his father killed before his
eyes when he was a kit. Horribly saddened by the death of the
strong, brave tom, his mother abandoned Char. The kit was lucky
when a kind ShadowClan cat found him on a patrol and brought him
back to the camp. However, moons later, as Charredstrike began
training, there was a bout along the border that his patrol came
across between two rogues. Too late, he recognized his mother,
and he watched as she died at the other rogue's paws. Later,
going back, Charredpaw found a butterfly sitting on the ground
where his mother had passed away, and since then, he has
secretly believed that butterflies are holy creatures, though he
has never confessed his suspicions.
R o l e p l a y s a m p l e / / H i s t o r y ; ;
Charredpaw followed the patrol out of camp, excitement welling
up inside of him. Today's patrol would be his first patrol ever,
and it had taken him a lot of dedication and effort to earn the
clan's trust once they'd learned his mother was a rogue. Now,
though, he was a dedicated apprentice, and he was determined to
show that more than ever today.
Checking the borders, as his mentor had explained, was very
important, and had to be done constantly. If they didn't check
the borders, those stupid ThunderClan cats or snobbish RiverClan
cats would take their territory; WindClan was too weak a clan to
ever really be a threat. Having only ever heard this, this was
what Charredpaw believed, and when the other warriors tensed
because they detected foreign scents on the border, Charredpaw
was fully ready to dig his claws into the flank of any cat who
tried to trespass.
The whole patrol was caught by surprise when it wasn't a couple
rogues traveling together, but rather a couple of rogues
fighting one another ferociously, their fighting only breaking
up long enough to circle each other, regain their breath, and
launch themselves back at their opponent with earsplitting
caterwauls. It took a few moments for the ShadowClan cats to
react, then they were trying to launch themselves into the
brawl.
Before Charredpaw could join his clanmates, the battle seemed to
break up, this time because one of the rogues, a black furred,
scarred she-cat had been wounded, and if the blood was anything
to go by, it was fatal. All of the cats looked at one another,
then the rogue tom who'd injured the she-cat bolted off, away
from ShadowClan territory. The patrol was left to decide what to
do with the she-cat.
Soon enough, it became apparent that nothing needed to be done;
the she-cat was nearly dying. Finally, Charredpaw gathered the
courage to approach the dying cat to see what was going on, and
his eyes widened, just as the rogue's did.
"Ch-Char?" the she-cat croaked, her throat dry, but her body
tense.
"Mother!" Charredpaw bent down to hear the next words the
she-cat rasped out.
"My wonderful, beautiful kit, Char, I love you."
It was with those words that the she-cat, no longer a rogue in
Charredpaw's mind, died.
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#Post#: 704--------------------------------------------------
Re: Charredstrike//ShadowClan Warrior
By: ✂--ρυяι&#
1090;y--- Date: October 30, 2012, 4:14 pm
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[center][font=georgia]Accepted! You don't have to make a form
for non-hp cats, though, in case you were unsure! I make forms
anyways, as well. x3[/font][/center]
#Post#: 829--------------------------------------------------
Re: Charredstrike//ShadowClan Warrior
By: Flint Date: November 1, 2012, 5:47 am
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Alright, thanks. XD
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