Post by tenacious on Nov 19, 2010 21:35:03 GMT -5
Name: Rookheart
Gender: Tom
Age: 70 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Personality:Some cats will say Rookheart is annoying. Others may love his compassion and how optimistic he can be. Rookheart will always be the one who opposes a battle; he’d rather think things through and form an alliance with the other Clans. They are, after all, below his birth Clan; fighting is a waste of time, a form of wallowing in sorrow events, and why fight those beneath you? Sometimes, though, he is a bit too compassionate and he may not realize this. For example, Rookheart would probably allow a trespassing hunting patrol to go free, so long as they don’t do it twice more. Oh, yes, he’d be likely to let them go the second time. He is no fool, though- they’d probably get a talking to the second time and wouldn’t be allowed to leave with the prey either time.
Rookheart is also a knowledgeable cat; the RiverClan warrior can often be found sitting in a peaceful area within his territory, just looking, taking in all that is around him. On occasion, he will spy on other Clans from the border…knowledge is key, after all.
When faced with angry cats, Rookstar can keep calm and collected; he is very slow to anger but, when he does, he will fight with taunts before going to actual claw and tooth battles. Even then he will whirl out taunts, for he figures these affect a cat more then any blow from a paw can.
Appearance: Some cats say those with a coat that looks like down feather do not belong in the forest- they belong with their house folk. Tell Rookheart that and you may come out with a bit of your pride and dignity intact, though it is highly unlikely. The RiverClan tom is of medium stature when it comes to height, but he is stocky. His fluffy tabby coat helps to soften his overall appearance, though. One will often find Rookheart up late at night, cleaning burrs and the like from his fur, which attracts them easily.
He is fairly well muscled, not extremely so, though it is obvious he is a cat that relies more on strength when it comes to battles. Usually, the RiverClan tom is well fed, since RiverClan does not have to solely rely on the land or on the river to provide them with food, unlike the other Clans. Rookheart’s ears are set far apart on his head and are slightly rounded at the tip; the left one has a notch in it. His eyes are a light, sky blue and they often give away every emotion he is feeling. Unlike most cats, Rookheart does not have a very pronounce stop, therefore his muzzle is slightly flat, but not to the point where he has great difficulty breathing.
History:
Kithood:
Rookheart had a fairly normal kithood; he was the only kit in Whitefur's litter, as she was grownig old and it would be her last before she moved to the elder's den. He had a total of ten siblings from other litters, but by the time he was born five had died, and when he finally became a warrior the others had died as well.
Greytooth was unable to visit his soon often, for Rookheart was born in the middle of Leaf-bare and, at that time, Greytooth fell ill with greencough. Whitefur was forbidden to visit her mate, for fear of passing the disease onto her young son, who would surely not survive. The female did not like it, but she lived. Rookheart was spoiled, in a sense, for his mother devoted all of her time to him. She weaned him early, though, so that she could begin teaching him some things herself- she wanted her last kit to make an impression on RiverClan that was positive, unlike the others, who were either average or too goofy.
Rookheart seemed to have been born goofy as well; he did not focus much, but Whitefur could discipline well and, soon, Rookheart devloped an attention span. He began to listen and learn. By the time he was five moons old, Whitefur had taught him fairly basic things, such as the hunting crouch. She also taught him things about Clan history, about how knowledge was important. Here, Rookheart strived as a kit.
Apprentice:
Rookheart was given to a young warrior known as Duskpelt. Greytooth and Whitefur looked on proudly, for Duskpelt was young, but he was also loyal and Greytooth himself had menotred the grey tabby.
It soon became clear that Rookheart was an optomist and preferred hunting to fighting- oh, he did learn how to fight, and he could do it well, but most of the time he asked Duskpelt questions like why the Clans fought, for wasn't RiverClan superior? Naturally, Duskpelt had to agree, and so Rookheart developed the opinion that only savage cats (those from the other Clans) fought.
He was not a perfect cat, though. Rookheart got in trouble many times for getting too close to the border. At ten moons, Rookheart was out hunting with Duskpelt. The two toms split up and Rookheart came along a pathetic ThunderClan patrol on their territory. He let the mentor and apprentice team pass; Duskpelt witnessed this from afar and he scolded Rookheart severly before bringing him back to camp, where he was forced to clean the dens and sort through the fresh-kill pile for any crowfood.
Warrior:
By the time Rookheart became a warrior, his parents and siblings had all passed on. He mourned his parents deaths for many moons, becoming a burden to his Clan, until one day his old mentor stalked up and cuffed him over the ear- hard. Duskpelt took the tom out hunting that day; while hunting, they encountered a strange scent. It took some time before Duskpelt reconizged the scent and he warned Rookheart to run. Before the tabby could do so, a dog was heading his way, and soon it came to a stop before him. The dog was smaller than any others Duskpelt had seen, but it was still snarling. He dashed out from his hiding place and joined the young warrior; together, they drove the little terrier dog back, sustaining a injuries.
About ten moons after this, Duskpelt and Rookheart were patrolling the river with some other cats during Leaf-bare. A foolish apprentice leapt out onto the ice, which began to make noises beneath him. The little she-cat became too frightened to move and her mentor could do nothing but pad along the side, calling for her to come back, panicking. Duskpelt finally took action and leapt onto the ice, throwing the she-cat onto the bank. The ice cracked beneath his weight and the tom went under. Rookheart had leapt outonto the ice after his mentor, no longer thinking about himself. The ice cracked beneath his weight as well, but he was ready, and managed to scramble back onto more solid ice. He saw Duskpelt, beneath the ice, trying to claw his way free. Somehow, Rookheart broke a section of the ice and pulled the tom out through the small hole. Sadly, Duskpelt contracted greencough and died from the illness. Rookheart sank into sorrow once more, until he realized that Duskpelt would not want him to do this.
To some, Rookheart proved a fairly logical choice for a deputy, but he never desired the position. He was content with being a warrior; he did not want to be responsible for any more deaths (for he still blamed himself, somewhat, for the death of Duskpelt).
Other: He is a recycled charrie from DtP, but I just love him so much. C:
Gender: Tom
Age: 70 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Personality:Some cats will say Rookheart is annoying. Others may love his compassion and how optimistic he can be. Rookheart will always be the one who opposes a battle; he’d rather think things through and form an alliance with the other Clans. They are, after all, below his birth Clan; fighting is a waste of time, a form of wallowing in sorrow events, and why fight those beneath you? Sometimes, though, he is a bit too compassionate and he may not realize this. For example, Rookheart would probably allow a trespassing hunting patrol to go free, so long as they don’t do it twice more. Oh, yes, he’d be likely to let them go the second time. He is no fool, though- they’d probably get a talking to the second time and wouldn’t be allowed to leave with the prey either time.
Rookheart is also a knowledgeable cat; the RiverClan warrior can often be found sitting in a peaceful area within his territory, just looking, taking in all that is around him. On occasion, he will spy on other Clans from the border…knowledge is key, after all.
When faced with angry cats, Rookstar can keep calm and collected; he is very slow to anger but, when he does, he will fight with taunts before going to actual claw and tooth battles. Even then he will whirl out taunts, for he figures these affect a cat more then any blow from a paw can.
Appearance: Some cats say those with a coat that looks like down feather do not belong in the forest- they belong with their house folk. Tell Rookheart that and you may come out with a bit of your pride and dignity intact, though it is highly unlikely. The RiverClan tom is of medium stature when it comes to height, but he is stocky. His fluffy tabby coat helps to soften his overall appearance, though. One will often find Rookheart up late at night, cleaning burrs and the like from his fur, which attracts them easily.
He is fairly well muscled, not extremely so, though it is obvious he is a cat that relies more on strength when it comes to battles. Usually, the RiverClan tom is well fed, since RiverClan does not have to solely rely on the land or on the river to provide them with food, unlike the other Clans. Rookheart’s ears are set far apart on his head and are slightly rounded at the tip; the left one has a notch in it. His eyes are a light, sky blue and they often give away every emotion he is feeling. Unlike most cats, Rookheart does not have a very pronounce stop, therefore his muzzle is slightly flat, but not to the point where he has great difficulty breathing.
History:
Kithood:
Rookheart had a fairly normal kithood; he was the only kit in Whitefur's litter, as she was grownig old and it would be her last before she moved to the elder's den. He had a total of ten siblings from other litters, but by the time he was born five had died, and when he finally became a warrior the others had died as well.
Greytooth was unable to visit his soon often, for Rookheart was born in the middle of Leaf-bare and, at that time, Greytooth fell ill with greencough. Whitefur was forbidden to visit her mate, for fear of passing the disease onto her young son, who would surely not survive. The female did not like it, but she lived. Rookheart was spoiled, in a sense, for his mother devoted all of her time to him. She weaned him early, though, so that she could begin teaching him some things herself- she wanted her last kit to make an impression on RiverClan that was positive, unlike the others, who were either average or too goofy.
Rookheart seemed to have been born goofy as well; he did not focus much, but Whitefur could discipline well and, soon, Rookheart devloped an attention span. He began to listen and learn. By the time he was five moons old, Whitefur had taught him fairly basic things, such as the hunting crouch. She also taught him things about Clan history, about how knowledge was important. Here, Rookheart strived as a kit.
Apprentice:
Rookheart was given to a young warrior known as Duskpelt. Greytooth and Whitefur looked on proudly, for Duskpelt was young, but he was also loyal and Greytooth himself had menotred the grey tabby.
It soon became clear that Rookheart was an optomist and preferred hunting to fighting- oh, he did learn how to fight, and he could do it well, but most of the time he asked Duskpelt questions like why the Clans fought, for wasn't RiverClan superior? Naturally, Duskpelt had to agree, and so Rookheart developed the opinion that only savage cats (those from the other Clans) fought.
He was not a perfect cat, though. Rookheart got in trouble many times for getting too close to the border. At ten moons, Rookheart was out hunting with Duskpelt. The two toms split up and Rookheart came along a pathetic ThunderClan patrol on their territory. He let the mentor and apprentice team pass; Duskpelt witnessed this from afar and he scolded Rookheart severly before bringing him back to camp, where he was forced to clean the dens and sort through the fresh-kill pile for any crowfood.
Warrior:
By the time Rookheart became a warrior, his parents and siblings had all passed on. He mourned his parents deaths for many moons, becoming a burden to his Clan, until one day his old mentor stalked up and cuffed him over the ear- hard. Duskpelt took the tom out hunting that day; while hunting, they encountered a strange scent. It took some time before Duskpelt reconizged the scent and he warned Rookheart to run. Before the tabby could do so, a dog was heading his way, and soon it came to a stop before him. The dog was smaller than any others Duskpelt had seen, but it was still snarling. He dashed out from his hiding place and joined the young warrior; together, they drove the little terrier dog back, sustaining a injuries.
About ten moons after this, Duskpelt and Rookheart were patrolling the river with some other cats during Leaf-bare. A foolish apprentice leapt out onto the ice, which began to make noises beneath him. The little she-cat became too frightened to move and her mentor could do nothing but pad along the side, calling for her to come back, panicking. Duskpelt finally took action and leapt onto the ice, throwing the she-cat onto the bank. The ice cracked beneath his weight and the tom went under. Rookheart had leapt outonto the ice after his mentor, no longer thinking about himself. The ice cracked beneath his weight as well, but he was ready, and managed to scramble back onto more solid ice. He saw Duskpelt, beneath the ice, trying to claw his way free. Somehow, Rookheart broke a section of the ice and pulled the tom out through the small hole. Sadly, Duskpelt contracted greencough and died from the illness. Rookheart sank into sorrow once more, until he realized that Duskpelt would not want him to do this.
To some, Rookheart proved a fairly logical choice for a deputy, but he never desired the position. He was content with being a warrior; he did not want to be responsible for any more deaths (for he still blamed himself, somewhat, for the death of Duskpelt).
Other: He is a recycled charrie from DtP, but I just love him so much. C:
