Post by birdcat on May 1, 2011 9:11:23 GMT -5
Name: Skullface
Age: 60 moons (5 years)
Gender: Male
Rank: Senior warrior
Clan: Boneclan
Personality: He looks to be one of the most aggressive cat you could ever come across, but looks aren't everything. Even though he likes to play the "scary" warrior, he is really just a softy, especially to kits. Skullface gets a kick out of pretending to be the angry, battle scared warrior that likes to eat kits for dinner. Of course this is only for the kits. He loves kits. Playing with the kits keeps him young, or so he says. Of course, not every kit is fond of him because he does look rather scary and some kits carry this into adulthood.
He dislikes the way he looks, so he when he goes to drink, he closes his eye. He also hates the way some of his clanmates look at him as if he was a monster or something. Inside it hurts him that some of the clan calls him ugly, scary and worst of all that he walks with one paw in Starclan(meaning he has one paw in death while the other is in life).
All in all, Skullface is a very friendly cat that likes to play around, but there is a dark side to him. This dark side is only seen in battle, though, so most cats never see it. When he fights, his thoughts turn red and he lashes out at everything, even his own clanmates. Because of this, he often surrounds himself with enemies so there is little chance of hurting his clanmates.
Physical Description: He is a very athletic looking feline with his thin frame and muscles rippling under his fur. Speaking of fur, his is very short, which is perfect for the hot days of green leaf, but terrible for leaf bare. Because of his thin coat, he can't be out in the snow for very long, or else he could risk freezing. His fur is as soft as rabbit's fur, except for a ridge along his spine where the fur goes backwards. This gives the appearance that the fur along his spine is raised in anger, so most cats think he is always angry. His fur is a rustic red sort of color with patches of dark brown and black mixed in here and there. There is a small stripe of white on his neck and his two front paws are dipped in white. Skullface's only has one eye and it is a lovely shade of green, like that of a new leaf.
Now all this would make one wonder why he got the name Skullface, well, it is actually quite easy to see. The fur and skin on top of his muzzle is missing, revealing the bone underneath. The left side of his face is pretty scratched up and he lacks an eye on that side, so he just has an empty socket. Half of his ears are missing, making it look like he had them cropped like a fighting dog. The right side of face is not spared from damage, patches of fur is missing from fights. The rest of his body strangely lacks much damage and is in almost perfect condition.
History: Now he wasn't born looking the way he is now, nor did he have his current name. Now he was born as Patchkit with a brother named Foxkit. Now Patchkit had an almost average kithood, save for the time he ran into a couple of young male twolegs. These twolegs were cruel and had grabbed Patchkit. They took out a pocket knife and cut his ears and scraped the fur and skin off of his tiny muzzle. After having their fun, the twolegs left him to his fate, but lucky for him a patrol found him and brought him back to the camp. The medicine cat did what she could to fix him up, but the damage was done, he would forever be scarred.
After that his life went on as normal as it could get. He trained as an apprentice and then became a warrior. Things couldn't get more normal, well, that was until the fire. During an extremely dry leaf fall, a storm came, bring not rain, but lightning and thunder. The dry camp lit up like a match stick, the fire roared engulfing trees and cats alike. Patchfur was running for his life when he tripped and fell, when he stood, the fire was all around him. Not knowing what to do, he jumped through the fire, it burned his fur, but other then that he was fine. Now all he had to do was get to water and then he would be safe.
As he neared the water, there was a snap. Looking up he saw a tree branch falling down. Jumping back as it crashed down right where he had been sparks flew off and hit him on the left side of his face. He rubbed and rubbed, but it only made it worse. Now blinded in one eye, he ran and ran. Somewhere along the line he lost consciousness and when he awoke his was covered in soot. Stumbling he managed to get back to the camp only to find that there were few survivors. Not even the medicine cat survived. Wounded and hurt, Patchfur laid down and waited for time to heal him.
When the camp began to return to normal, he looked at his reflection and sighed. He didn't feel like Patchfur anymore and after talking with his leader, he got a name change. Now with the name Skullface, he began his life anew.
Other notes: ^^
Age: 60 moons (5 years)
Gender: Male
Rank: Senior warrior
Clan: Boneclan
Personality: He looks to be one of the most aggressive cat you could ever come across, but looks aren't everything. Even though he likes to play the "scary" warrior, he is really just a softy, especially to kits. Skullface gets a kick out of pretending to be the angry, battle scared warrior that likes to eat kits for dinner. Of course this is only for the kits. He loves kits. Playing with the kits keeps him young, or so he says. Of course, not every kit is fond of him because he does look rather scary and some kits carry this into adulthood.
He dislikes the way he looks, so he when he goes to drink, he closes his eye. He also hates the way some of his clanmates look at him as if he was a monster or something. Inside it hurts him that some of the clan calls him ugly, scary and worst of all that he walks with one paw in Starclan(meaning he has one paw in death while the other is in life).
All in all, Skullface is a very friendly cat that likes to play around, but there is a dark side to him. This dark side is only seen in battle, though, so most cats never see it. When he fights, his thoughts turn red and he lashes out at everything, even his own clanmates. Because of this, he often surrounds himself with enemies so there is little chance of hurting his clanmates.
Physical Description: He is a very athletic looking feline with his thin frame and muscles rippling under his fur. Speaking of fur, his is very short, which is perfect for the hot days of green leaf, but terrible for leaf bare. Because of his thin coat, he can't be out in the snow for very long, or else he could risk freezing. His fur is as soft as rabbit's fur, except for a ridge along his spine where the fur goes backwards. This gives the appearance that the fur along his spine is raised in anger, so most cats think he is always angry. His fur is a rustic red sort of color with patches of dark brown and black mixed in here and there. There is a small stripe of white on his neck and his two front paws are dipped in white. Skullface's only has one eye and it is a lovely shade of green, like that of a new leaf.
Now all this would make one wonder why he got the name Skullface, well, it is actually quite easy to see. The fur and skin on top of his muzzle is missing, revealing the bone underneath. The left side of his face is pretty scratched up and he lacks an eye on that side, so he just has an empty socket. Half of his ears are missing, making it look like he had them cropped like a fighting dog. The right side of face is not spared from damage, patches of fur is missing from fights. The rest of his body strangely lacks much damage and is in almost perfect condition.
History: Now he wasn't born looking the way he is now, nor did he have his current name. Now he was born as Patchkit with a brother named Foxkit. Now Patchkit had an almost average kithood, save for the time he ran into a couple of young male twolegs. These twolegs were cruel and had grabbed Patchkit. They took out a pocket knife and cut his ears and scraped the fur and skin off of his tiny muzzle. After having their fun, the twolegs left him to his fate, but lucky for him a patrol found him and brought him back to the camp. The medicine cat did what she could to fix him up, but the damage was done, he would forever be scarred.
After that his life went on as normal as it could get. He trained as an apprentice and then became a warrior. Things couldn't get more normal, well, that was until the fire. During an extremely dry leaf fall, a storm came, bring not rain, but lightning and thunder. The dry camp lit up like a match stick, the fire roared engulfing trees and cats alike. Patchfur was running for his life when he tripped and fell, when he stood, the fire was all around him. Not knowing what to do, he jumped through the fire, it burned his fur, but other then that he was fine. Now all he had to do was get to water and then he would be safe.
As he neared the water, there was a snap. Looking up he saw a tree branch falling down. Jumping back as it crashed down right where he had been sparks flew off and hit him on the left side of his face. He rubbed and rubbed, but it only made it worse. Now blinded in one eye, he ran and ran. Somewhere along the line he lost consciousness and when he awoke his was covered in soot. Stumbling he managed to get back to the camp only to find that there were few survivors. Not even the medicine cat survived. Wounded and hurt, Patchfur laid down and waited for time to heal him.
When the camp began to return to normal, he looked at his reflection and sighed. He didn't feel like Patchfur anymore and after talking with his leader, he got a name change. Now with the name Skullface, he began his life anew.
Other notes: ^^