Post by Elphie on May 31, 2008 1:01:13 GMT -5
Name; Rowan
Gender; Tom
Age; Around 36 moons.
Clan; RockClan
Rank; Leader
Description; Rowan is a large brown tabby tom. His husky build makes him appear quite a bit stronger then most cats, and, indeed, he is, though he does not often use his strength. He has vibrant green eyes, like little emeralds hidden by dust. His short pelt, made up of black and brown tabby stripes, is well taken care of and sleek. His round face nearly always has an odd little smile of a sort on it, and the tips of his ears are black. Rowans paws look as if they were dipped in a pool of cream. His least favorite feature is his tail, which, to Rowans mind, should be long and elegant. His, however, is short and =somewhat stubby. Rowan always keeps it close and tries not to attract attention to it.
Personality; For most of his life Rowan has been called a coward, this, however, is far from the truth. Rowan will not fight. He has never lifted his own claw in battle, and most likely never will. It's not that he doesn't wish to harm people, Rowan has no problem inflicting pain through other method, but he, himself, will not fight.
Rowan has been able to get away with this by being clever, he has always managed to talk himself out of a situation, or to convince others to do his fighting for him. He is somewhat sly and sneaky, but not particularly sinister. Over all he is a good natured cat. He has not yet received his nine lives.
History; Rowan was born the youngest of three to a she-cat living with a small group of felines. His mother perished not long after their birth and the three kits were raised by two elderly She-cats. Their "mothers" made life very interesting, with their constant squabbling and arguing, but the three kits got along rather well.
One by one they went off to form their own lives, Rowan's brother stayed with their Mothers, his sister formed a new live in the town cat's society, and Rowan joined a band of rogues. He did not get on very well with them, as he refused to lift a claw in either defend of offense. The rogues eventually drove him out, and it was then he joined the band that would later be RockClan.
Who knows how he gained their trust, but by the time they reached The Clans, everyone agreed Rowan was their Leader.
kin; None
Mate; None/open
Kin; None/open
Crush; None/open
Kits;None
Roleplay sample;
Vibrant green eyes blinked once, twice, three times as they stared into the starry night. It was hard to imagine that each one of those little lights was really a fallen warrior, but that was what the Clan cat had said, and Rowan believed him.
The Sisters, as he had always called them, though they were not related, had told him and his siblings that the stars were the eyes of the hungry, and that you should never be able to see them all, because then they could easily get you. Many a time Rowan had been scolded for sitting under the stars too long. The Sisters didn't want him to get eaten.
If only he could tell them that they were really fallen warriors, perhaps that would bring them some peace. Though rowan suspected that they had already left for the next world.
StarClan, the Clan cat had told him about StarClan, but he didn't really understand it. Rowan knew it was truth, but truth sometimes took a while to get. He would have to find someone wiling to answer his questions, he had many.
Rowan shook his brown coat and it puffed up in the cold night air. He wasn't used to the mountainous temperatures yet. Nor, he suspected, was the rest of the "Clan." But they were all tucked safely away.
In the morning he would call a meeting, if they were going to live by the laws of StarClan, they had to figure out what they were. It would be the task of all the members of RockClan to figure out how the other Clans lived. Hopefully they would find peace here.
Gender; Tom
Age; Around 36 moons.
Clan; RockClan
Rank; Leader
Description; Rowan is a large brown tabby tom. His husky build makes him appear quite a bit stronger then most cats, and, indeed, he is, though he does not often use his strength. He has vibrant green eyes, like little emeralds hidden by dust. His short pelt, made up of black and brown tabby stripes, is well taken care of and sleek. His round face nearly always has an odd little smile of a sort on it, and the tips of his ears are black. Rowans paws look as if they were dipped in a pool of cream. His least favorite feature is his tail, which, to Rowans mind, should be long and elegant. His, however, is short and =somewhat stubby. Rowan always keeps it close and tries not to attract attention to it.
Personality; For most of his life Rowan has been called a coward, this, however, is far from the truth. Rowan will not fight. He has never lifted his own claw in battle, and most likely never will. It's not that he doesn't wish to harm people, Rowan has no problem inflicting pain through other method, but he, himself, will not fight.
Rowan has been able to get away with this by being clever, he has always managed to talk himself out of a situation, or to convince others to do his fighting for him. He is somewhat sly and sneaky, but not particularly sinister. Over all he is a good natured cat. He has not yet received his nine lives.
History; Rowan was born the youngest of three to a she-cat living with a small group of felines. His mother perished not long after their birth and the three kits were raised by two elderly She-cats. Their "mothers" made life very interesting, with their constant squabbling and arguing, but the three kits got along rather well.
One by one they went off to form their own lives, Rowan's brother stayed with their Mothers, his sister formed a new live in the town cat's society, and Rowan joined a band of rogues. He did not get on very well with them, as he refused to lift a claw in either defend of offense. The rogues eventually drove him out, and it was then he joined the band that would later be RockClan.
Who knows how he gained their trust, but by the time they reached The Clans, everyone agreed Rowan was their Leader.
kin; None
Mate; None/open
Kin; None/open
Crush; None/open
Kits;None
Roleplay sample;
Vibrant green eyes blinked once, twice, three times as they stared into the starry night. It was hard to imagine that each one of those little lights was really a fallen warrior, but that was what the Clan cat had said, and Rowan believed him.
The Sisters, as he had always called them, though they were not related, had told him and his siblings that the stars were the eyes of the hungry, and that you should never be able to see them all, because then they could easily get you. Many a time Rowan had been scolded for sitting under the stars too long. The Sisters didn't want him to get eaten.
If only he could tell them that they were really fallen warriors, perhaps that would bring them some peace. Though rowan suspected that they had already left for the next world.
StarClan, the Clan cat had told him about StarClan, but he didn't really understand it. Rowan knew it was truth, but truth sometimes took a while to get. He would have to find someone wiling to answer his questions, he had many.
Rowan shook his brown coat and it puffed up in the cold night air. He wasn't used to the mountainous temperatures yet. Nor, he suspected, was the rest of the "Clan." But they were all tucked safely away.
In the morning he would call a meeting, if they were going to live by the laws of StarClan, they had to figure out what they were. It would be the task of all the members of RockClan to figure out how the other Clans lived. Hopefully they would find peace here.