Post by whitestar on Jun 8, 2009 16:07:34 GMT -5
Name:
Barktooth
Age:
31 moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
Timberclan
Rank:
Deputy
Appearance:
Barktooth, the outer beauty. He, overall, in a three simple words, is, not very attractive. He might be muscular and all. And you might not find many that look like him, but he isn't all cute.
His body is a soft brown, then a thin layer covers the light brown, and mixes it with a harder, dark brown. Then, another thin layer of stripes covers that. Medium colored stripes race along his sides, back, legs, face, and tail, making it look like veins. His stomach is brown, and his paws are a pattern of light brown to dark brown. He is lithe and skinny, he has strong muscles. He is able to climb and fight well. Not saying he's the best though. His hunting skills aren't as good, but he is good at catching wood mice.
Barktooth's teeth are like, well, bark. Not saying they're brown, but they aren't the sharpest things around. He usually relies on his claws for hunting, but he has such a large biting force, that is good for battles, so his doesn't only have to use claws. His claws, then again, are very sharp. They shed the skin very often, leaving him with white claws, and very sharp ones.
His eyes are a ocean blue, with tiny, dark blue veins running through them. It looks as if he is blind, but he is not. His eyesight is actually pretty normal.
Now, his face being specific. His jaw and muzzle is pretty skinny. It's a little longer than average, and a little skinnier. His nose is orange, and his head that holds this all is round. His eyes are almond shaped, and bigger. His whiskers are like all whiskers. Long and skinny. But they also have a tan touch to them. Looking somewhat like tea.
His shoulders are pretty bulky compared to the rest of his build. Holding a lot of his muscle, and also fur. They especially show movement when he walks, and shows when jumping and otherwise.
Personality:
Barktooth, the inner beauty. He is described by most other cats in two simple words. Very protective.
Barktooth, being a deputy, needs to be protective. And that may be a job he is good at. He has never had kits, nor mate, because he would die to save them. He is protective over his clan by far, and with fight till the deaths of many. He is also orderly. He likes to think before making decisions. He tries to maintain good fighting groups, and patrol parties. I know what your thinking, Oh he's just a lousy party pooper! But, not really. If he's not doing something important, or making important choices, he is playful. He will go hunting with a joy, or just make jokes with the other clanmates. He is many things, but they best way to describe him is, protective, a thinker, sometimes playful.
If he were a mentor, he wouldn't push his apprentice. Barktooth would probably stay on 2-3 fighting moves for a couple of days, and once they had those down, he's move to 2-3 more. As for hunting, all he could really say is keep low and quiet, sneak up from behind and BAM! go in for the kill. Around apprentices, he is orderly. He makes sure they aren't in too much mischief, but mostly leaves them alone.
If his pelt becomes dirty, he will clean it unless it will get dirty again in a little bit. he doesn't like being dirty, because it might show his clan, or other clans, that he does not care. He minds wetness on his head and back, but anything on his paws,legs, tail, etc he doesn't mind.
He hates the personalities of cats that don't care. That don't have a care to the world and fail. He like to know that everyone cares, and hopes to help anyone. His attitude during battle would be very strong. Like I said, kill to the death of many others for his clan. Only if he has to though. He feels very strongly in Starclan, and actually doesn't care about other clans unless they are attacking, or planning to do something nasty. He could very well get along with other clans if he needs to. Ans last about my dear Barktooth, is that he loves to express his opinion. If someone asks him a question, he will usually answer truthfully to it. Or else he will probably just say something like, "I'd rather not answer that" or "That's something I can not answer, dear ----"
Past:
Oh. So we've reached the past. All right then, Barktooth's past. Two words, Horribly wrong.
Woodfoot, a striped brown she-cat, versus Blackwhisker, a gray striped tom. Both being striped, and Blackwhisker having stripes on his paws, Barktooth was born.
Ah, Barktooth's kit life. As a kit, he had no fun at all. Seeing that he rarely has fun as a deputy. His mother pushed him to be obedient. Every day, he would wake up, not yawn, wash himself, sit up straight, and listen to his mother's orders.
And then, there was him and his dad. While the mom was sleeping, he and his father would stay up do late, his father working Barkkit so hard. Yelling at him, telling him he should be better. Telling him if he didn't become leader or deputy he would pay. And very early in the morning, this would all happen again.
Apprentice life.
As he changed from Barkkit to Barkpaw, not very much of his body changed with him. He got darker fur, and more stripes appeared. His striped paws started to form more too.
Apprentice was fairly the same, only he snuck out often to get away from his father and mother. He tried really hard for his mentor, as his dad watched him with a sharp eye.
Voyage of the Winding Forest
They voyage was a hard and rough journey. During this time, Barkpaw was a early warrior, almost ready to become a full warrior. It made him tired anyway. The winding trees made it difficult for him to concentrate on the path. He was excited to become a warrior himself, and his father's pushing made him less frightened. He took the path, even though, and made himself to be the cat he is today. Barktooth. Deputy of Timberclan.
Warrior life.
With his first apprentice, things turned out pretty well. His apprentice obeyed well, and didn't usually sneak out of camp. She did get into mischief, and sometimes quit. Before his apprentice became a warrior, she collected a mate. She had three kits, and had to stop her training. Barktooth then became depressed. With his apprentice too! But in the end, his apprentice, Tulippaw(Tulipear) became pretty good friends, and always lived to make eachother laugh at their past together.
Then, came the warrior life. His dad became very angry that he just became a warrior, but the leader died, a deputy moved up, and his dad threatened to kill the leader if his son did not get position at deputy. The only reason he got deputy, is because he earned it. Not his dad's threatening. And, before he was deputy, his father was so angry. I mean ANGRY[/u] He killed himself. He was to upset with his son. Yes, you could say he was being over-dramatic, but that's how his father was. And, his mother, killed herself to because of her father's dying.
Relationships:
Kin:::He has no kin. All deceased
Mate::::No mate, like I said, die for them
Parents::::Woodfoot-mother Blackwhisker-father DECEASED
Apprentice:::Not yet
RP example:
Barktooth's tail drooped behind him. His ears were folded back, and he was ready to faint. His legs were stiff, and ready to buckle beneath him. Making him tumble forward. Barktooth's eyes looked exhausted, and were half closed. He dragged his paws along the gravel, and almost couldn't take another step. He sighed, then dropped to the floor. He and several other warriors chased 3 foxes off their territory. but the chase went on forever, and it seemed the foxes would never give up. If the warriors had turned their back for one moment, a fox would turn around unexpectedly and lunge for their throat. They chased them until they could chase no more, and hid. The foxes finally retreated, their vicious snarling heard while the cats left. Barktooth's shoulder had a large gash in it, blood dried around it. His leg had a deep bite mark on it, forcing him to limp.
It will heal well, He forced himself to think though.
The other warriors had raced ahead, to tell the leader what had happened. But Barktooth lagged behind. He couldn't go as fast, but his leader needed his deputy.
"Ohh....Great Clans!!" He mumbled as he pulled himself to his haunches. He licked his blotched and matted fur clean, then slowly made his way through the forest. Then, he saw a lithe body slick through the trees, then disappear into the shadows.
"Redstar?" He yowled lightly. Maybe his leader had come looking for him. He then realized that it couldn't be his leader, as this, shape, had a long snout, and bushy tail.
Fox! He ignored his aching bones for once, and sprinted toward the camp at top speeds, his yowl ripping through the solid air.
"Redstar!! Redstar!!" He soon reached the camp, panting heavily. The fox was in Timberclan territory, and would soon be close enough that would be in the camp, harming kits and elders. A brawny shape with bold shoulders and scraped body soon appeared.
"Fox!" He yowled. Terrified. He looked in his camp, then back at the fox. He decided he had to attack. He crouched on the ground. Pains like thorns pierced the gash in his shoulder. He winced, but crawled toward the fox. Aware of the dangers. The fox had been staring into the nursery, unaware of Barktooth. He crawled under his legs, making sure not to touch the fox. It would be like setting off an alarm. His tail swyed slowly, suddenly hitting the fox's leg. It dropped down, nearly crushing him. He escaped just in time. He was puffed up almost 3 times his size. A menacing hiss left his maw.Barktooth lunged onto the fox's back, clinging on with his claws. It let out a yowl, then shook it's body in attempt to shake him off. Barktooth just dug his claws in farther, then he unclawed on of his paws, and tried to claw for his jugular. But the fox was smarter. He turned his head, nipping at his connected paw. Making Barktooth fall off. He snarled, then lunged for it's throat just in time. His bark-like teeth felt around for the jugular. He found the large vain, and bit down hard. All this time, the fox was struggling, a last yelp left it's mouth before the jugular burst. He was going to die from blood-loss. It was over. The other foxes were too frightened now to come back. he heaved a sigh, and lay there by the dead fox's body.
"Redstar, anyone! Redstar, please," He then fell into a deep unconciousness......
TO BE CONTINUED.................
Barktooth
Age:
31 moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
Timberclan
Rank:
Deputy
Appearance:
Barktooth, the outer beauty. He, overall, in a three simple words, is, not very attractive. He might be muscular and all. And you might not find many that look like him, but he isn't all cute.
His body is a soft brown, then a thin layer covers the light brown, and mixes it with a harder, dark brown. Then, another thin layer of stripes covers that. Medium colored stripes race along his sides, back, legs, face, and tail, making it look like veins. His stomach is brown, and his paws are a pattern of light brown to dark brown. He is lithe and skinny, he has strong muscles. He is able to climb and fight well. Not saying he's the best though. His hunting skills aren't as good, but he is good at catching wood mice.
Barktooth's teeth are like, well, bark. Not saying they're brown, but they aren't the sharpest things around. He usually relies on his claws for hunting, but he has such a large biting force, that is good for battles, so his doesn't only have to use claws. His claws, then again, are very sharp. They shed the skin very often, leaving him with white claws, and very sharp ones.
His eyes are a ocean blue, with tiny, dark blue veins running through them. It looks as if he is blind, but he is not. His eyesight is actually pretty normal.
Now, his face being specific. His jaw and muzzle is pretty skinny. It's a little longer than average, and a little skinnier. His nose is orange, and his head that holds this all is round. His eyes are almond shaped, and bigger. His whiskers are like all whiskers. Long and skinny. But they also have a tan touch to them. Looking somewhat like tea.
His shoulders are pretty bulky compared to the rest of his build. Holding a lot of his muscle, and also fur. They especially show movement when he walks, and shows when jumping and otherwise.
Personality:
Barktooth, the inner beauty. He is described by most other cats in two simple words. Very protective.
Barktooth, being a deputy, needs to be protective. And that may be a job he is good at. He has never had kits, nor mate, because he would die to save them. He is protective over his clan by far, and with fight till the deaths of many. He is also orderly. He likes to think before making decisions. He tries to maintain good fighting groups, and patrol parties. I know what your thinking, Oh he's just a lousy party pooper! But, not really. If he's not doing something important, or making important choices, he is playful. He will go hunting with a joy, or just make jokes with the other clanmates. He is many things, but they best way to describe him is, protective, a thinker, sometimes playful.
If he were a mentor, he wouldn't push his apprentice. Barktooth would probably stay on 2-3 fighting moves for a couple of days, and once they had those down, he's move to 2-3 more. As for hunting, all he could really say is keep low and quiet, sneak up from behind and BAM! go in for the kill. Around apprentices, he is orderly. He makes sure they aren't in too much mischief, but mostly leaves them alone.
If his pelt becomes dirty, he will clean it unless it will get dirty again in a little bit. he doesn't like being dirty, because it might show his clan, or other clans, that he does not care. He minds wetness on his head and back, but anything on his paws,legs, tail, etc he doesn't mind.
He hates the personalities of cats that don't care. That don't have a care to the world and fail. He like to know that everyone cares, and hopes to help anyone. His attitude during battle would be very strong. Like I said, kill to the death of many others for his clan. Only if he has to though. He feels very strongly in Starclan, and actually doesn't care about other clans unless they are attacking, or planning to do something nasty. He could very well get along with other clans if he needs to. Ans last about my dear Barktooth, is that he loves to express his opinion. If someone asks him a question, he will usually answer truthfully to it. Or else he will probably just say something like, "I'd rather not answer that" or "That's something I can not answer, dear ----"
Past:
Oh. So we've reached the past. All right then, Barktooth's past. Two words, Horribly wrong.
Woodfoot, a striped brown she-cat, versus Blackwhisker, a gray striped tom. Both being striped, and Blackwhisker having stripes on his paws, Barktooth was born.
Ah, Barktooth's kit life. As a kit, he had no fun at all. Seeing that he rarely has fun as a deputy. His mother pushed him to be obedient. Every day, he would wake up, not yawn, wash himself, sit up straight, and listen to his mother's orders.
And then, there was him and his dad. While the mom was sleeping, he and his father would stay up do late, his father working Barkkit so hard. Yelling at him, telling him he should be better. Telling him if he didn't become leader or deputy he would pay. And very early in the morning, this would all happen again.
Apprentice life.
As he changed from Barkkit to Barkpaw, not very much of his body changed with him. He got darker fur, and more stripes appeared. His striped paws started to form more too.
Apprentice was fairly the same, only he snuck out often to get away from his father and mother. He tried really hard for his mentor, as his dad watched him with a sharp eye.
Voyage of the Winding Forest
They voyage was a hard and rough journey. During this time, Barkpaw was a early warrior, almost ready to become a full warrior. It made him tired anyway. The winding trees made it difficult for him to concentrate on the path. He was excited to become a warrior himself, and his father's pushing made him less frightened. He took the path, even though, and made himself to be the cat he is today. Barktooth. Deputy of Timberclan.
Warrior life.
With his first apprentice, things turned out pretty well. His apprentice obeyed well, and didn't usually sneak out of camp. She did get into mischief, and sometimes quit. Before his apprentice became a warrior, she collected a mate. She had three kits, and had to stop her training. Barktooth then became depressed. With his apprentice too! But in the end, his apprentice, Tulippaw(Tulipear) became pretty good friends, and always lived to make eachother laugh at their past together.
Then, came the warrior life. His dad became very angry that he just became a warrior, but the leader died, a deputy moved up, and his dad threatened to kill the leader if his son did not get position at deputy. The only reason he got deputy, is because he earned it. Not his dad's threatening. And, before he was deputy, his father was so angry. I mean ANGRY[/u] He killed himself. He was to upset with his son. Yes, you could say he was being over-dramatic, but that's how his father was. And, his mother, killed herself to because of her father's dying.
Relationships:
Kin:::He has no kin. All deceased
Mate::::No mate, like I said, die for them
Parents::::Woodfoot-mother Blackwhisker-father DECEASED
Apprentice:::Not yet
RP example:
Barktooth's tail drooped behind him. His ears were folded back, and he was ready to faint. His legs were stiff, and ready to buckle beneath him. Making him tumble forward. Barktooth's eyes looked exhausted, and were half closed. He dragged his paws along the gravel, and almost couldn't take another step. He sighed, then dropped to the floor. He and several other warriors chased 3 foxes off their territory. but the chase went on forever, and it seemed the foxes would never give up. If the warriors had turned their back for one moment, a fox would turn around unexpectedly and lunge for their throat. They chased them until they could chase no more, and hid. The foxes finally retreated, their vicious snarling heard while the cats left. Barktooth's shoulder had a large gash in it, blood dried around it. His leg had a deep bite mark on it, forcing him to limp.
It will heal well, He forced himself to think though.
The other warriors had raced ahead, to tell the leader what had happened. But Barktooth lagged behind. He couldn't go as fast, but his leader needed his deputy.
"Ohh....Great Clans!!" He mumbled as he pulled himself to his haunches. He licked his blotched and matted fur clean, then slowly made his way through the forest. Then, he saw a lithe body slick through the trees, then disappear into the shadows.
"Redstar?" He yowled lightly. Maybe his leader had come looking for him. He then realized that it couldn't be his leader, as this, shape, had a long snout, and bushy tail.
Fox! He ignored his aching bones for once, and sprinted toward the camp at top speeds, his yowl ripping through the solid air.
"Redstar!! Redstar!!" He soon reached the camp, panting heavily. The fox was in Timberclan territory, and would soon be close enough that would be in the camp, harming kits and elders. A brawny shape with bold shoulders and scraped body soon appeared.
"Fox!" He yowled. Terrified. He looked in his camp, then back at the fox. He decided he had to attack. He crouched on the ground. Pains like thorns pierced the gash in his shoulder. He winced, but crawled toward the fox. Aware of the dangers. The fox had been staring into the nursery, unaware of Barktooth. He crawled under his legs, making sure not to touch the fox. It would be like setting off an alarm. His tail swyed slowly, suddenly hitting the fox's leg. It dropped down, nearly crushing him. He escaped just in time. He was puffed up almost 3 times his size. A menacing hiss left his maw.Barktooth lunged onto the fox's back, clinging on with his claws. It let out a yowl, then shook it's body in attempt to shake him off. Barktooth just dug his claws in farther, then he unclawed on of his paws, and tried to claw for his jugular. But the fox was smarter. He turned his head, nipping at his connected paw. Making Barktooth fall off. He snarled, then lunged for it's throat just in time. His bark-like teeth felt around for the jugular. He found the large vain, and bit down hard. All this time, the fox was struggling, a last yelp left it's mouth before the jugular burst. He was going to die from blood-loss. It was over. The other foxes were too frightened now to come back. he heaved a sigh, and lay there by the dead fox's body.
"Redstar, anyone! Redstar, please," He then fell into a deep unconciousness......
TO BE CONTINUED.................
