Post by silent.song on Mar 15, 2009 19:41:41 GMT -6
Name: Ironsong
Family: His parents were old when they had him, and his mother died giving birth to him. His father died a few moons later of greencough leaving him alone since he had no siblings
Rank: Warrior
Clan: FrostClan
Gender: Tom
Age: 19 moons
Eye Color: Emerald green
Fur Color: dark iron gray
Other Appearances:
Names of cats: just Ironsong
Other:
Family: His parents were old when they had him, and his mother died giving birth to him. His father died a few moons later of greencough leaving him alone since he had no siblings
Rank: Warrior
Clan: FrostClan
Gender: Tom
Age: 19 moons
Eye Color: Emerald green
Fur Color: dark iron gray
Other Appearances:
Ironsong is a muscular tom. His build, though strong is very sleek and lithe, making him agile and fast as well as powerful. He has a tear in his ear from getting caught in a briar patch when he was a kit. His eyes are bright green and seem to sparkle with emotions.Personality:
Ironsong is a happy cat. Despite his parents dying when he was young, he always seems to be happy. He's nice to every cat he meets unless they are from a different clan as he is fiercly loyal to Frost Clan and the warrior code. Unless he is busy hunting or patroling, he can be found around camp, helping anywhere he can, joking around and tries to make every cat happy. Of course, he is not all sunshine and rainbows, he tries to shrug off any unhappiness, but eventually it builds up to the point where he can't take it anymore and he blows up, his anger often makes cats afraid of him, even though in his most angery state he would never hurt a fellow FrostClanner. While he's nice to everyone and is a good warrior, he doesn't trust anyone with his secrets or anything truley personal about himself, which has something to do with his explosive outburts.History:
Ironsong's mother, Roseflight was a senior warrior when she found out she was going to kit. She had served her clan long and her time as a warrior was coming to a close, and the same with his father, Graymoon. They were close to being elders when he was born. His mother died giving birth to him, and a few moons later his father, who was now an elder, died of greencough. He was given to another queen to nurse and grew up with the clan thinking he had no idea who his real parents were, but he had always known. When he was 4 moons old, he snuck out of camp in the middle of the night to try some hunting, but got caught in a briar patch onlly a few foxlengths away from camp. In his struggle to get free he tore his ear and ran back to camp wailing. For a few days he was too traumatized to even leave the nursery. When he became an apprentice he trained hard and worked steadily towards being the best warrior ever, as is every apprentices dream. But he wasn't very good. He tried and tried but he never seemed to be at the same level as the other apprentices. He soon learned though, that by actually watching what the others were doing instead of trying strange ways of doing things, he would do them better and soon he was an excellent apprentice. The day after his warrior vigil, as he was getting some rest, he saw his parents in a dream, and ever since that day he has been warmer to the cats around him, and constantly busy trying to make life better for the cats around him.RP Example:
The lean gray warrior opened his emerald eyes and watched the dust float lazily through the sunlit air of the camp. It wasn't yet sunhigh, and he had already been on the dawn patrol, gone hunting and cleared the camp of debris and sticks. He had earned a short nap. He stretched his grey legs out then curled his paws to his muzzle, grooming each paw till it was perfect. He looked around camp one last time before closing his eyes and letting the warm newleaf sun soak into his body. Leaf bare was truly gone now and the sun was regaining its strenth. His delicate ear twitched as a fly landed on it, this was the most relaxed he'd been since green leaf. Then he heard angry voices in the distance and started to get up, but it was none of his business and he was so peaceful here. Then he heard his leaderCats you RP: 1
s name and started to pick up interest. He picked himself up quietly and silently as he could manage in his sun-drugged state, padded through camp.
Names of cats: just Ironsong
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