Post by Desolation on Aug 6, 2012 13:15:39 GMT -5
every broken enemy will know
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Name; Wolfheart
Gender; tom
Alliance; DawnClan
that their opponent had to be invincible
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Personality; It is well-known that a temperamental warrior will not go far in life. Wolfheart could care less. He has a mouth full of teeth, and some say the gods forgot to give him a tongue and instilled an extra fang there, too. He is careless with his words and with the feelings of other, and especially proud. He is argumentative at the best of times, and just irritatingly harsh at the worst. He has a self-inflated sense of his own worth, and an ego to match. Wolfheart believes himself to be the ultimate brawler, and will challenge anyone to a fight. This has resulted in a mix of results—wins that fuel his hubris, losses that cause him to be bitter, sullen, and harsh, and reprimands from higher-ups who look down on him for his brash, childish rage.
Wolfheart seems like good villain material, or at least henchman material, but he lacks the cold cunning to be anything too threatening. He doesn’t pick his battles—he practically begs for them, and isn’t particularly choosy about who steps up to that plate. Besides that, Wolfheart isn’t malicious. He is proud and sometimes stupid, but he would never murder another cat in cold blood. The heat of battle and the fire of life is what drives Wolfheart. Food, spilled blood, willing she-cats, and the endless plains of DawnClan’s territory—those are the only pleasures Wolfheart seeks. With a personality like a Viking and the savage disposition of his namesake, the flesh-eating wolf, Wolfheart is hardly a forgettable cat.
Flaws; Wolfheart is rash, proud, and careless with both words and actions.
Advantages; On the other paw, he is almost senselessly brave, and does not fear death in battle, making him a good ally.
take a last look around while you’re alive;
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Appearance; Wolfheart is a warrior whose name speaks for his physique as well as his personality. He is a big tom—not fat, obviously, as he was raised in the lean, hard lands of DawnClan, where running trims the body and hare feeds the limbs, rather than the chest or belly. His shoulders, however, have quite the span, and he is long-legged and slender where the bulk of his fur isn’t camouflaging him. He is, in fact, not quite the standard DawnClan warrior. Where most of them are leggy, swift, and thin to the point of scrawniness, Wolfheart gives the impression of a bulky oak, rather than a willow.
This is perhaps maximized by the thickness of his pelt. From ears to tail-tip, he is dark gray tabby, the stripes deep and black. His tail is like brush; the only points of white on him are his muzzle and a patch on his chest that bleeds into his pale belly. Wolfheart has a thick neck and wide, flat face, and his eyes, which shine brightly—particularly in the dusk of night—are a solid green.
Because of Wolfheart’s stunning pride and unheeding tongue, he has gotten into more than a few fights with even fellow Clanmates. His ear is clipped on the side, and there is a scar on his cheek where the fur will no replenish. It is hard to see, except in direct light, but there is a thin line of scar tissue that breaks the lush gray and white fur of his face. There is also a place on one paw where the fur is missing—it is on a toe where he was clawed.
Short Description; long-haired gray and white tabby tom with green eyes
i'm an indestructible master of war!
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History; Born in the windy plains of DawnClan to an old queen and her unnamed warrior mate, Wolfkit shared his mother with kits of middling size and pelt color. He was her only gray tabby child; his siblings were orange of fur and blue of eye. Patchfur had always given birth to kits of different colors; her own pelt was a swirl of grays and oranges, making her a perfect breeder of solid tabby kits. It also helped that every litter was sired by a different warrior, all of them unnamed. Patchfur exercised her rights as a silent queen and respectful mother to the day of her death.
Coincidentally, that was soon after her kits’ birth. She was stricken by a hawk while on a solitary pleasure hunt—a common foe of the wind-burnt plains the DawnClan warriors called home. The medicine cat tended to her wounds, but they grew infected, and with her last breath she wished safety and health on her final litter of kits. A nursing queen, younger and easier on the eyes, took in her tabby kits, though the orange ones refused her milk and withered away. Wolfkit—so named by his strange old mother—grew bigger and stronger, with an almost savage will to survive.
Apprenticeship was kind to Wolfpaw. He was hand-chosen by a bored senior warrior for his size and apparent promise. Wolfpaw shared a den with smaller cats, hunted by warriors, slept under unforgiving stars, and slowly grew into the tom he was born to be. Despite the patient, almost elderly tom who’d mentored him, Wolfpaw had shown his difference in battle and in social activities. At his first Gathering, he was seen boasting to other Clan cats, showing his teeth, challenging others, bristling at imagined insults—and his mentor concluded that he was too hotheaded to become a warrior.
Nevertheless, fate—or StarClan—disagreed. The senior warrior was stricken with greencough, and because of his failing body, he gave out to the disease under a cold winter’s sky. Wolfpaw, by then old enough to be a warrior, was given over to a she-cat who wasn’t sure she could handle him. To escape the brazen, sometimes cruel-tongued tom, she begged the leader to give him his warrior name, cleverly insisting that he was beyond ready—just look at his hunting skills! He fights so well, look, see! The leader warily granted the apprentice the name of Wolfheart.
Wolfheart is now a young warrior of DawnClan, despite his childish disposition and harsh tongue.
