Eagleheart, Warrior (Tom)

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Name: Eagleheart
Family: None
Rank: Warrior
Clan: FrostClan
Gender: Tom
Age: 20
Eye Color: Light brown, nearly tan
Fur Color: Dark brown
Other Appearances:

Eagleheart is a fairly well built tom, not husky but certainly not skinny. His nose is black, as are his legs and his muzzle. His chest and belly fur matches his eyes, a very light brown, nearly tan colour. He has a nick in his ear from a border skirmish a number of moons back, as well as a small scar on his left foreleg. His tail is black, save for the tip, which is white. His pelt is fairly lightweight, and is well suited for swimming.

Personality:

Eagleheart lives and breathes by the Code - and he doesn't see how any other clan cat couldn't. He enjoys fishing in the river near his camp - he doesn't mind having to wait for the fish to swim near enough to him - and while is isn't too terribly pleased if he gets pushed in, there only thing he might do in retaliation would be to splash water at you, or possibly pull you in as well.

He's never fallen in love, and doesn't particularly plan to - he finds it slightly more important to help take care of his clan to the best of his abilities. That being said, if the right she-cat manages to strike his fancy, he certainly wouldn't say no to kits eventually.

He's good with his apprentices - he makes sure they do their chores, and makes sure they know the places where the prey runs the most plentiful, and of course, he teaches them how to swim and how to fish.

In battle, he gives no quarter, unless the code calls for it - such as a cat surrendering. He would happily lay down his one life for any of his leader's lives, or any one of his Clanmate's.

History:

There really isn't that terribly much to say about this dark coloured tom - he was born of a FrostClan she-cat, and while she refused to state who the father was, Eagleheart (well, Eaglekit at the time) was always assured that he was indeed one of Frostclan's finest toms. His brother, Ravenkit, died a few days after their birth, which made his mother a tad overprotective of the poor little kit. Understandably, he attempted to escape the nursery and roam camp at every chance.

Once he hit that magical age of six moons, he was apprenticed, and the gangly Eaglepaw certainly tried his hardest to please his mentor. While the tom wasn't amazing at catching land based prey - the fact that he stuck out like a sore thumb when snow was on the ground certainly didn't help that fact - he was fairly good at catching fish from the river. So, he continued to train and learn from his mentor, until he grew to be twelve moons.

At that age, the tom had grown into his pelt and was granted the well-deserved name of Eagleheart, and he has gone on to mentor an apprentice or two. Now he is currently waiting for another one to be assigned to him.

RP Example:

It was a dark and stormy night. Well, it wasn't particularly stormy, more misty with a tad of rain every now and again, and not terribly dark either, what with the three-quarters full moon shining overhead, down through the barren trees and reflecting off of the flowing water and the sitting snow, but I digress.

At any rate, a dark shadow sat at a stream, watching the fish go by, seemingly waiting for something. He sat perfectly still, his left paw slightly raised, his tan orbs staring at the water rushing along. His eyes flicked from side to side ocassionally, watching the aquatic creatures swim swiftly downstream, waiting, ever waiting.

At last one of the larger fish swam down the river, and right near the bank. It never saw the black paw snake down and snag it out of it's watery home until it was much too late. It flew from the river to land on the bank next to the mahogany cat, flopping and flapping like a mad thing, attempting to get back to it's river, the place where it lived, it breathed, and it had thought it would die in. The paw snaked down again, pinning it to the cold ground as the ivory teeth, stark against the black muzzle, descended down toward the fish's head. The teeth crunched together, snapping the spine of the clueless chordata. As no more impulses were able to get to nerve endings, what with the spine being cracked and all, the fish slowly stopped flopping around.

Eagleheart moved the fish to his left side, and settled back down again, waiting for another fish. He enjoyed the wait, as odd as it may seem. He enjoyed attempting to be so perfectly still that the fish merely saw him as a shadow, as nothing more than a tree. He enjoyed sitting there, quieter than a mouse, waiting to strike like and eagle on the wing.

The moon crawled across the sky, the stars twinkled and shined, and the dark cat sat at the river, waiting, intent on feeding his clan.

Cats you RP: 1
Names of cats: Just Eagleheart right now.
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