Post by sil on Jan 17, 2012 3:23:02 GMT -5
NAME: Fishbone
AGE: 14 months (late leaf-fall/early leaf-bare)
GENDER: Non-Neutered Male
CLAN: NorthClan
RANK: Warrior
DESCRIPTION:
Fishbone is a long, lithe mackerel tabby. His dark-brown pelt is short and slick, and lays flat all along his body except for a few ruffles on the backs of his legs. Although elongated in frame, his legs are rather short, but his shoulders are strong and broad. Forever in movement, his tapered tail stretches an extended distance behind him. His toes and the undersides of his tail, chest, and belly fade into a dark, almost charcoal-like brown. On the rims of his eyes are looped patches of the same color, giving his eyes a masked effect. From a distance these patches look much like the hollowed out eyes of a fish skull.
What gives him his namesake, however, are the long, thin, pale tabby stripes that adorn his mackerel coat in the same manner as the bones of a fish. They extend down from his spine and form solid rings along his tail. His muzzle is splashed with this same light coloration, as well as the rims of his ears and a point above either eye. Piercing and intelligent, his eyes are a yellowish-amber hue.
PERSONALITY:
Upon first impression, Fishbone does not appear to pose any sort of threat. Although long and lithe, he is short in stature and lacks any real, defined muscle. What he lacks in brute strength and running speed, however, he fully makes up for in wit, patience, and agility. Undoubtedly, patience is his defining trait. His ability to wait and endure is uncommon among the fierce members of his species, but that doesn’t deter him. This in combination with an intelligent mind and a body suited for short, intense bouts of speed make him a nearly unparalleled hunter.
Hunting is really all Fishbone is adept at. Charming and distant, Fishbone prefers to opt out of a fight if at all possible. When forced to fight, he is true to his namesake; his thin frame allows him to wiggle out of tight situations where strength would otherwise be the determining factor. He is a clever fighter and is aware of his limits, but nothing will make him give up but the word of his Leader. He will fight to the death to defend his Clan or what he believes to be right.
With confidence bordering on arrogance, Fishbone looks up to none but StarClan, but neither does he stoop to belittling other cats. Except in extreme circumstances, he believes in strict adherence to the Warrior Code, and his faith in StarClan is rivaled only by medicine cats and Clan leaders. He does the work required of him, but Fishbone typically prefers to be on his own to enjoy the solace of the mountains; going on long hunting patrols or futilely attempting to catch fish in the Ice River.
HISTORY:
Born into a litter of two, the firstborn (and stronger) of which unable to live long in the unforgiving weather of the mountain, this full-blooded NorthClan kit was not expected to survive. Christened “Fishkit” for his long but sturdy frame, bright eyes, and thin, pale stripes, Fishkit persevered through leaf-bare. However, hopes for the young kit did not increase as leaf-bare came to a close. He had no inclination to speak, zero drive, and seemingly no interests. The only thing he was persuaded to do was sit amongst the Elders and listen to their stories… when he was forced out of the nursery. His mother worried that he would never be suited to apprenticeship, let alone warrior life.
When he was given a mentor in spite of the Clan’s qualms about his success, Fishpaw still felt no desire to prove himself. His aloofness was a frustrating barrier, but when motivated, he was a quick and eager learner. He did his apprentice’s tacks without complaint, even the more unpleasant duties. His greatest strength was hunting. Fishpaw’s attentiveness and patience made him a terror to the mountain’s varied prey. He did not have a strong relationship with any of his other peers, warriors, or even his own mentor, and he showed little respect for rank, except for the divinity of StarClan. When caught doing something wrong, as all apprentices are, the charm is turned up to the highest degree, enabling him to worm his way out of most punishment. His detachment appeared to be an insurmountable obstacle. Nonetheless his talent and intelligence were something to be desired in a warrior.
He was made a warrior after a scuffle with a rival Clan’s patrol over borders. Outranked and outnumbered, Fishpaw fought with all the ferocity of StarClan, refusing to admit defeat. His was given his warrior name that moon-high. With a tingling of pride, Fishbone sat silently though his vigil, which, to his Clan cats’ amusement, was probably the easiest thing he had ever done.
RELATIONSHIPS: None.
OTHER: Ref sheet: (work in progress)
AGE: 14 months (late leaf-fall/early leaf-bare)
GENDER: Non-Neutered Male
CLAN: NorthClan
RANK: Warrior
DESCRIPTION:
Fishbone is a long, lithe mackerel tabby. His dark-brown pelt is short and slick, and lays flat all along his body except for a few ruffles on the backs of his legs. Although elongated in frame, his legs are rather short, but his shoulders are strong and broad. Forever in movement, his tapered tail stretches an extended distance behind him. His toes and the undersides of his tail, chest, and belly fade into a dark, almost charcoal-like brown. On the rims of his eyes are looped patches of the same color, giving his eyes a masked effect. From a distance these patches look much like the hollowed out eyes of a fish skull.
What gives him his namesake, however, are the long, thin, pale tabby stripes that adorn his mackerel coat in the same manner as the bones of a fish. They extend down from his spine and form solid rings along his tail. His muzzle is splashed with this same light coloration, as well as the rims of his ears and a point above either eye. Piercing and intelligent, his eyes are a yellowish-amber hue.
PERSONALITY:
Upon first impression, Fishbone does not appear to pose any sort of threat. Although long and lithe, he is short in stature and lacks any real, defined muscle. What he lacks in brute strength and running speed, however, he fully makes up for in wit, patience, and agility. Undoubtedly, patience is his defining trait. His ability to wait and endure is uncommon among the fierce members of his species, but that doesn’t deter him. This in combination with an intelligent mind and a body suited for short, intense bouts of speed make him a nearly unparalleled hunter.
Hunting is really all Fishbone is adept at. Charming and distant, Fishbone prefers to opt out of a fight if at all possible. When forced to fight, he is true to his namesake; his thin frame allows him to wiggle out of tight situations where strength would otherwise be the determining factor. He is a clever fighter and is aware of his limits, but nothing will make him give up but the word of his Leader. He will fight to the death to defend his Clan or what he believes to be right.
With confidence bordering on arrogance, Fishbone looks up to none but StarClan, but neither does he stoop to belittling other cats. Except in extreme circumstances, he believes in strict adherence to the Warrior Code, and his faith in StarClan is rivaled only by medicine cats and Clan leaders. He does the work required of him, but Fishbone typically prefers to be on his own to enjoy the solace of the mountains; going on long hunting patrols or futilely attempting to catch fish in the Ice River.
HISTORY:
Born into a litter of two, the firstborn (and stronger) of which unable to live long in the unforgiving weather of the mountain, this full-blooded NorthClan kit was not expected to survive. Christened “Fishkit” for his long but sturdy frame, bright eyes, and thin, pale stripes, Fishkit persevered through leaf-bare. However, hopes for the young kit did not increase as leaf-bare came to a close. He had no inclination to speak, zero drive, and seemingly no interests. The only thing he was persuaded to do was sit amongst the Elders and listen to their stories… when he was forced out of the nursery. His mother worried that he would never be suited to apprenticeship, let alone warrior life.
When he was given a mentor in spite of the Clan’s qualms about his success, Fishpaw still felt no desire to prove himself. His aloofness was a frustrating barrier, but when motivated, he was a quick and eager learner. He did his apprentice’s tacks without complaint, even the more unpleasant duties. His greatest strength was hunting. Fishpaw’s attentiveness and patience made him a terror to the mountain’s varied prey. He did not have a strong relationship with any of his other peers, warriors, or even his own mentor, and he showed little respect for rank, except for the divinity of StarClan. When caught doing something wrong, as all apprentices are, the charm is turned up to the highest degree, enabling him to worm his way out of most punishment. His detachment appeared to be an insurmountable obstacle. Nonetheless his talent and intelligence were something to be desired in a warrior.
He was made a warrior after a scuffle with a rival Clan’s patrol over borders. Outranked and outnumbered, Fishpaw fought with all the ferocity of StarClan, refusing to admit defeat. His was given his warrior name that moon-high. With a tingling of pride, Fishbone sat silently though his vigil, which, to his Clan cats’ amusement, was probably the easiest thing he had ever done.
RELATIONSHIPS: None.
OTHER: Ref sheet: (work in progress)
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