Post by Feather** on Jul 7, 2008 10:40:01 GMT -5
name- Mudpelt
age- 41 moons
gender- Tom cat
pic- n/a
Clan- ThunderClan
rank- senior warrior
appearance- Mudpelt's pelt is all gray, almost black like, with what looks like mud splattered all over him, thus his name. His eyes are deep dark green emerald. He is a short-haired cat, and has a scar from the base off his left ear to the end of his neck. He has long legs and is very handsome. His ear tips are white and his whiskers are jet black. Mudpelt has a scar over his left eye from a fight. He has another one on his back leg, also from a fight. Of course for Mudpelt it's nothing new to have a lot of scars. Under his pelt there are many crossing scars. He has recently gotten fresh scars from the battle with RougeClan. One of his ears is ripped and shredded, and he was a scar along his back.
personality- Mudpelt is a kind Tom cat but gets mad easily, he tries holds it back though. He loves both his children, Stonehawk and Featherdust. Mudpelt loves kits to death. He is estactic to have three new kits of his own with his mate Cloverheart. He is a hard worker and doesn't give up. He wakes early and goes to sleep late. With his long legs he is a fast runner and good hunter. Though some ThunderClan cats don't trust him, he stays strong and works endlessly for Thunderclan. When his temper goes off he has to work very hard to cool down. His skin is just itched to easily. He tries to help other Clan mates but they never seem to want it. He keeps his feelings to himself, Cloverheart, and Featherdust. Those are the only cats he trusts with his feelings, other then Swiftstar, and his new kits. Thus Mudpelt is a quite cat. He's been a warrior for a long time and has trained many apprentices. He's happy to train more and has been very proud of his latest apprentice about to be warrior Rushpaw. Mudpelt often goes of into a daze. Stonehawk has never accepted anything about his ThunderClan father, staying in WindClan. The tom cat won't even talk to his father. This hurts Mudpelt, he's tried many times to talk to his son at gatherings and chance meeting.
history-
kit- Mudkit was born as a single kit. He nursed with his mom and played with the other kits in the nursery. Being older then them he couldn't play as much as he wanted, and went around camp a lot. Mudkit seemed to always be getting in the way. His mother protected him all the time. He hated it but his mother didn't want to lose her only kit. It was his mother's first litter. Mudkit had long boring days with her. That's why he was filled with joy when he turned six moons and it came to have his apprentice ceremony.
apprenticeship-
At six moons Mudkit became Mudpaw. He became close to his extremely wise mentor. He woke everyday ready for training with loads of energy. From time to time his hot head got him removing ticks from the elders. He hated this with a passion, and mouse bile made his skin crawl. He feed them and joyfully listened to old stories about past Clan cats and leaders. After a while he had memorized them all. Training always brightened his day. He worked very hard. One hard winter, his mother passed away. She had been making herself weak by trying to keep her three kits alive. Which died shortly after their mother did. It pained him harshly, and he became more secluded. He stuck even closer to his mentor Lunartail. He had never known his father, and other cats avoided telling him stories of his father. He battled in a war in new-leaf, later in that season he was made into a warrior.
warrior-
The young warrior Mudpelt leaped at the chance to leave the camp and patrol. Patrols were his favorite thing to do. He never really got to lead, but you could be sure Mudpelt was only two steps behind the leader of the patrol. He hunted often. Mudpelt's long legs made him good for patrolling the far edges of the territory. Only about a few moons after Mudpelt's warriorship his mentor Lunartail passed away. Mudpelt worked even harder to re-sure his mentor's spirit that the Clan he left would be looked after. One of Mudpelt's hunting trips had him face to face with a young she-cat Windclan warrior named Cottengrass. He fell in love with the she-cat. With her glossy and long fur, and ice blue eyes. She seemed to like seeing him, and they often met at their Clan boarders. They soon started meeting more and more, any time they could both slip away. They soon became forbidden mates, and Cottengrass got pregnant with his kits. When Cottengrass gave birth, he learned it form Cottengrass's brother, who had never approved but came to tell him by Cottengrass's request. Mudpelt was overly joyful. His Clan was less pleased with it, unpleased all together with it. Windclan was angered, but accepted the kits as their own since Cottengrass had always been a loyal warrior until now. Mudpelt kept living in Thunderclan, happy for his mate and kits in Windclan even if he wasn't with them. One day Featherkit-at the time- came into the ThunderClan camp. Mudpelt was thrilled that she wanted to be with him as a ThunderClan cat. The leader let his kit join, but both off them were watched and not fully trust by the other cats. Featherkit came to tell of how Cottengrass had died. It hit Mudpelt deep and Featherkit was still hurting from it. They wept, unable to sit vigil with Cottengrass, they sat all night in the center of their own camp. Stonekit, Mudpelt's son who had stayed in Windclan wept, he lost his whole family. First his mother, and then his run away sister. Stonekit now worked hard for trust in his own clan, being a half-Clanner. It took them a while, but both Mudpelt and Featherkit started to work very hard and doing all they could for their own trust in ThunderClan. The whole family is made of outcasts, thus they all work hard and do any thing and every thing for their own clans. Mudpelt has trained many apprentices in the past, and his most recent is Rushpaw. Amazingly against his own belief he fell in love again. He fell in love with Cloverheart a ThunderClan warrior. When he found out she felt the same love for him they became mates. She became pregnant with his kits, and was during the battle with RougeClan. He has been very proud of Rushpaw, and is happy to know his apprentice will become a warrior very soon. Mudpelt is also willing to train more cats in the future before he will be retired as an elder.
roleplay-
A set of dark emerald eyes blinked in the jet-black darkness of the night. There was a form in the dark with the eyes. It couldn't be seen clearly. However the form was thin and lithe. It was clearly a cat stalking in the dead of night. Mudpelt's dark black gray and brown pelt slid in the darkness, his paws light and silent. The large tom cat rose his light pink nose sniffing the air. His eyes darted to a mouse. He let a smile sketch onto his maw. His jet-black whiskers twitched and he got low in a hunter's crouch. The mouse kept darting around in circles picking things up and nibbling on them below a large oak tree. The tom cat looked to the sky for a short moment. Silverpelt glittered in the night sky brightly. He thought of his mother Heatherflower, his mentor Lunartail, past mate Cloverheart...He shook his head and looked back at the mouse. For a moment he didn't see it, and hissed very low. Suddenly he looked up, tail twitching. Another form was slinking in the darkness. He narrowed his eyes opening his mouth as she took in the smells of the forest and creatures. This was cat, but not from ThunderClan. It was more like rouge or ShadowClan. His fur raised and he started to run after it. His dagger-like claws caught into the hind flank of the other tom cat. It yowled and the two started to roll and fight. The two rose a lot of noise until finally Mudpelt sank his teeth into the other cat's chest. It hissed out and screamed in pain, ripping away and sprinting away as fast as he could. Mudpelt ran after him for a little bit then stopped and huffed deeply, blood trickling from him. His ears distantly heard a few of his Clan mates heading his way. He thought he could possibly hear his apprentice Rushpaw in the rankings of the patrol search.
codeword: Rougeclan's Destruction
age- 41 moons
gender- Tom cat
pic- n/a
Clan- ThunderClan
rank- senior warrior
appearance- Mudpelt's pelt is all gray, almost black like, with what looks like mud splattered all over him, thus his name. His eyes are deep dark green emerald. He is a short-haired cat, and has a scar from the base off his left ear to the end of his neck. He has long legs and is very handsome. His ear tips are white and his whiskers are jet black. Mudpelt has a scar over his left eye from a fight. He has another one on his back leg, also from a fight. Of course for Mudpelt it's nothing new to have a lot of scars. Under his pelt there are many crossing scars. He has recently gotten fresh scars from the battle with RougeClan. One of his ears is ripped and shredded, and he was a scar along his back.
personality- Mudpelt is a kind Tom cat but gets mad easily, he tries holds it back though. He loves both his children, Stonehawk and Featherdust. Mudpelt loves kits to death. He is estactic to have three new kits of his own with his mate Cloverheart. He is a hard worker and doesn't give up. He wakes early and goes to sleep late. With his long legs he is a fast runner and good hunter. Though some ThunderClan cats don't trust him, he stays strong and works endlessly for Thunderclan. When his temper goes off he has to work very hard to cool down. His skin is just itched to easily. He tries to help other Clan mates but they never seem to want it. He keeps his feelings to himself, Cloverheart, and Featherdust. Those are the only cats he trusts with his feelings, other then Swiftstar, and his new kits. Thus Mudpelt is a quite cat. He's been a warrior for a long time and has trained many apprentices. He's happy to train more and has been very proud of his latest apprentice about to be warrior Rushpaw. Mudpelt often goes of into a daze. Stonehawk has never accepted anything about his ThunderClan father, staying in WindClan. The tom cat won't even talk to his father. This hurts Mudpelt, he's tried many times to talk to his son at gatherings and chance meeting.
history-
kit- Mudkit was born as a single kit. He nursed with his mom and played with the other kits in the nursery. Being older then them he couldn't play as much as he wanted, and went around camp a lot. Mudkit seemed to always be getting in the way. His mother protected him all the time. He hated it but his mother didn't want to lose her only kit. It was his mother's first litter. Mudkit had long boring days with her. That's why he was filled with joy when he turned six moons and it came to have his apprentice ceremony.
apprenticeship-
At six moons Mudkit became Mudpaw. He became close to his extremely wise mentor. He woke everyday ready for training with loads of energy. From time to time his hot head got him removing ticks from the elders. He hated this with a passion, and mouse bile made his skin crawl. He feed them and joyfully listened to old stories about past Clan cats and leaders. After a while he had memorized them all. Training always brightened his day. He worked very hard. One hard winter, his mother passed away. She had been making herself weak by trying to keep her three kits alive. Which died shortly after their mother did. It pained him harshly, and he became more secluded. He stuck even closer to his mentor Lunartail. He had never known his father, and other cats avoided telling him stories of his father. He battled in a war in new-leaf, later in that season he was made into a warrior.
warrior-
The young warrior Mudpelt leaped at the chance to leave the camp and patrol. Patrols were his favorite thing to do. He never really got to lead, but you could be sure Mudpelt was only two steps behind the leader of the patrol. He hunted often. Mudpelt's long legs made him good for patrolling the far edges of the territory. Only about a few moons after Mudpelt's warriorship his mentor Lunartail passed away. Mudpelt worked even harder to re-sure his mentor's spirit that the Clan he left would be looked after. One of Mudpelt's hunting trips had him face to face with a young she-cat Windclan warrior named Cottengrass. He fell in love with the she-cat. With her glossy and long fur, and ice blue eyes. She seemed to like seeing him, and they often met at their Clan boarders. They soon started meeting more and more, any time they could both slip away. They soon became forbidden mates, and Cottengrass got pregnant with his kits. When Cottengrass gave birth, he learned it form Cottengrass's brother, who had never approved but came to tell him by Cottengrass's request. Mudpelt was overly joyful. His Clan was less pleased with it, unpleased all together with it. Windclan was angered, but accepted the kits as their own since Cottengrass had always been a loyal warrior until now. Mudpelt kept living in Thunderclan, happy for his mate and kits in Windclan even if he wasn't with them. One day Featherkit-at the time- came into the ThunderClan camp. Mudpelt was thrilled that she wanted to be with him as a ThunderClan cat. The leader let his kit join, but both off them were watched and not fully trust by the other cats. Featherkit came to tell of how Cottengrass had died. It hit Mudpelt deep and Featherkit was still hurting from it. They wept, unable to sit vigil with Cottengrass, they sat all night in the center of their own camp. Stonekit, Mudpelt's son who had stayed in Windclan wept, he lost his whole family. First his mother, and then his run away sister. Stonekit now worked hard for trust in his own clan, being a half-Clanner. It took them a while, but both Mudpelt and Featherkit started to work very hard and doing all they could for their own trust in ThunderClan. The whole family is made of outcasts, thus they all work hard and do any thing and every thing for their own clans. Mudpelt has trained many apprentices in the past, and his most recent is Rushpaw. Amazingly against his own belief he fell in love again. He fell in love with Cloverheart a ThunderClan warrior. When he found out she felt the same love for him they became mates. She became pregnant with his kits, and was during the battle with RougeClan. He has been very proud of Rushpaw, and is happy to know his apprentice will become a warrior very soon. Mudpelt is also willing to train more cats in the future before he will be retired as an elder.
roleplay-
A set of dark emerald eyes blinked in the jet-black darkness of the night. There was a form in the dark with the eyes. It couldn't be seen clearly. However the form was thin and lithe. It was clearly a cat stalking in the dead of night. Mudpelt's dark black gray and brown pelt slid in the darkness, his paws light and silent. The large tom cat rose his light pink nose sniffing the air. His eyes darted to a mouse. He let a smile sketch onto his maw. His jet-black whiskers twitched and he got low in a hunter's crouch. The mouse kept darting around in circles picking things up and nibbling on them below a large oak tree. The tom cat looked to the sky for a short moment. Silverpelt glittered in the night sky brightly. He thought of his mother Heatherflower, his mentor Lunartail, past mate Cloverheart...He shook his head and looked back at the mouse. For a moment he didn't see it, and hissed very low. Suddenly he looked up, tail twitching. Another form was slinking in the darkness. He narrowed his eyes opening his mouth as she took in the smells of the forest and creatures. This was cat, but not from ThunderClan. It was more like rouge or ShadowClan. His fur raised and he started to run after it. His dagger-like claws caught into the hind flank of the other tom cat. It yowled and the two started to roll and fight. The two rose a lot of noise until finally Mudpelt sank his teeth into the other cat's chest. It hissed out and screamed in pain, ripping away and sprinting away as fast as he could. Mudpelt ran after him for a little bit then stopped and huffed deeply, blood trickling from him. His ears distantly heard a few of his Clan mates heading his way. He thought he could possibly hear his apprentice Rushpaw in the rankings of the patrol search.
codeword: Rougeclan's Destruction
