Post by Tiger on Dec 19, 2008 18:25:40 GMT -5
Name
Steelpelt
Clan[/color]
BreezeClan
Rank[/color]
Deputy (if not accepted, then a warrior)
Age[/color]
44 moons
Gender[/color]
Tom
Mate[/color]
None, open and looking
Kin[/color]
Mother :: Flintfur (deceased)
Father :: Topazeye (deceased)
Sister :: Nightsky
Appearance[/color]
Most cats have some nuance of color in their fur. Not Steelpelt. His namesake coat is the same dark gray tone throughout, not changing in the least around his ears, paws, face, or anywhere else, for that matter. His pelt is coarse and often ruffled due to the wind or simply because he cannot be bothered to groom it. For this reason, it doesn't really shine...at all...ever. He is stout but not really fat nor muscular. Steelpelt's legs appear to be just a touch too short for his body, but other than that, his body is normally proportioned. His eyes are a pale golden-yellow, flecked and rimmed with a deeper tone of gold. The warrior's nose and paw pads are both black; his whiskers and claws are white. The former of these two characteristics are a bit odd due to his dark gray pelt, but it's not a matter of importance to him.
Personality[/color]
Steelpelt is the epitome of "liar." He is a self-declared altruist, although he never helps anyone and if he were to, he would do it for some sort of reward. At times, he is rather moody and defiant; at others, he's calm and relaxed. The only cat who he will obey (and even with reluctance then) is the leader of BreezeClan. All others are below him--or so he thinks--and are clearly unworthy. He will typically behave in a more submissive manner around she-cats, although it's evident that he's just trying to charm them. Despite all of his vices, Steelpelt is a stellar patrol organizer and is a highly skilled hunter--making him a decent deputy.
History[/color]
Being born in BreezeClan to two BreezeClan cats is a perfectly normal thing for one to expect of a cat. In fact, that's just what Steelpelt's past is like...perfectly normal. The only tragedy he has had to suffer through was the death of his parents, which was more or less expected due to their old age. He recovered well from his loss and was appointed as deputy when his predecessor was killed.
Roleplay[/color]
Morning was upon BreezeClan. All over camp, cats were waking up, yawning, and complaining about having to go on the dawn patrol. Steelpelt was no exception. He meandered over to the fresh-kill pile, plucked a squirrel off the top, and drug it back to his nest, and promptly collapsed. The tom was too tired to walk, yet alone eat. He kicked the squirrel away and heard a muffled yelp--the rodent had hit one of his sleeping clanmates--as he slipped away into the grasp of the enigma that we know as sleep.
Code[/color]
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