Post by keilight on Nov 23, 2008 12:12:31 GMT -8
N a m e: Thornpelt
G e n d e r: Tom
A g e: 20 Moons
C l a n: OtherClan
R a n k: Warrior
I m a g e: i136.photobucket.com/albums/q191/moonclawdarkheart/more/Hazeltail.jpg
F a m i l y: None
M a t e: None
K i t s: None.
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: None.
C o m p a n i o n:
He has no companion.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
Gray tabby with a white underbelly, paws, and tail-tip. He has green/yellow eyes.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
Thornpelt is rather small sized, and his short gray tabby pelt contrasts with his white underbelly, paws, and tail-tip. His eyes are very strange, however. They are a mixture of green and yellow, and rimmed with hatred. They are filled with misunderstanding. Scars shaped like thorns line his left side. He walks with a limp as his leg was broken and healed incorrectly.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Thornpelt is snappy, rude, and insensitive. He refused to learn and beleive that StarClan existed. He only does what he feels like, and won't say or do anything he doesn't feel like. He refused to train, he refused to hunt, and he refused to properly be named as an apprentice. He didn't want to. Thornpelt is an evil cat, thus his place in OtherClan.
H i s t o r y:
"Whitepaw! Come here now!" a dark tom bellowed. His brown tabby fur was bristling, and his amber eyes were filled with rage. A gray tabby with white paws, underbelly, and tail-tip strolled up nonchalontly.
"Yes, Barktail?" he mewed calmly, letting his tail float a mousear above the ground.
"I told you to clean out the Elder's Den a Sunhigh ago! I even let you do it with the other apprentice, Ivypaw! Then she went and did it all by herself! Why didn't you do it with her?" Barktail was furious, but Whitepaw didn't seem to care. With as little as a flicker of his ear, he mewed back simply,
"I didn't want to."
Barktail looked like he was ready to explode. Whitepaw grinned inwardly, but kept a poker face on.
"You'll never become a warrior! Not even if the whole of StarClan told you to work hard, you wouldn't do it!" Barktail roared.
"Of course I wouldn't. StarClan don't exist. I don't understand the whole stress of a Clan that doesn't even exist." Whitepaw shrugged.
"You will never say that again! Do you hear me, Whitepaw?" Barktail hissed. Whitepaw sighed, and mewed,
"I've told you before. I'll say what I want, and I won't say or do what I don't feel like." and at that, Whitepaw turned his back on the older warrior. Appearing from behind his ear, a tiny spider emerged.
"Whitepaw! You need to work hard so you can be a Warrior!" it hissed.
"Oh, shut up. I don't care, Rola." the arrogant tom narrowed his eyes. He was already twenty Moons, but he was still an apprentice. Reaching his paw up to his ear, he squished the spider.
"I'm tired of you, Rola." he whispered as he knocked his dead companion off of his paw.
"I'm leaving this place, and I'll live alone. In a place where I can do what I want." he growled. Picking up a swift pace, Whitepaw began to run away to live on his own. He was done with 'Apprentice Chores'.
Whitepaw didn't get very far before his small size caught up with him. He couldn't run much farther, and he was still in Clan territory. He collapsed, completely out of breath. A horrible stench hit his nose, but he couldn't recognize it. It was familiar, but Whitepaw had refused to learn what it was. Too weary to open his eyes, he couldn't see the badger that was preparing to sink its teeth in Whitepaw's side. All he felt was pain. Then the young apprentice blacked out for good.
"I see him!" Barktail cried as he ran at the arrogant apprentice. It was two days after Whitepaw had been killed. A white she-cat was following Barktail, her sea-green eyes were filled with releif. The missing apprentice had finally been found. She arrived at Whitepaw's still body to see thornlike scars dappling his pelt.
"He's... dead." Barktail whispered.
"Died as an apprentice... I can change that." the leader murmured.
"Blossomstar! Can you? Can you make him a warrior on his way to StarClan? I know he doesn't deserve it... but..." Barktail pleaded the she-cat.
Blossomstar sighed, and began to speak,
"I, Blossomstar..." she went on to give him a warrior name of Thornpelt, due to the thornlike scars that would forever dapple his pelt.
O v e r a l l:
Thornpelt is an arrogent cat with no training. He killed his companion, and is a very sour cat. He's a gray tabby with white paws, a white underbelly, and a white tail-tip. His eyes are a greenish yellow color, and they will forever be filled with hatred.
S a m p l e:
Timberdust or History.
C o d e . P h r a s e: Starlit Sorrows
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