Post by TRIP ! on Jan 16, 2012 17:33:53 GMT -5
ternflight
tomcat, 25 moons, warrior, galeclan
appearance
Lean black and white tom with amber eyes.
Ternflight is an attractive cat, to say the least. Thin and arrowlike in structure, he isn't especially large, but rather slim and flexible. His legs are long and thin, useful for running, but his muscles are hard and lean. His shoulders are thin and well-shaped coming to a sharp point at the base of his neck, fitting his body into place. It's not just his torso and legs that are built for speed, it's the smaller details of his body that help as well. His head is flat and narrow, with a short, pointed muzzle tipped in a little black nose. His forehead is somewhat slanted, placed between two tall, angular ears. His face is neither broad or pushed-in but well rounded and hansom.
As his name might suggest, Ternflight's coat it black and white, like that of a tern. His markings suggest a sort of a swath of black along his back, masking about half his face and stopping at his nose. It continues in the opposite direction too, thickening around his sides and narrowing sharply around his waist yet still managing to completely engulf his tail. There are still a great many stray markings dotting Ternflight's pelt, and we, of course, will not go into great detail with many of these except one. This particular marking is white and rather small, a perfect arrow shape just above the bridge of his nose. It almost resembles a bird in flight, a white bird, again, very much like a tern.
personality
A laid back, easy-going kind of guy, Ternflight likes to let the good times roll. He is an optimist, always looking for the bright side, and while he knows the grass is always greener on the other side, he is quite content to laze on around on the lack-luster grass on this side. He is a serial flirt, never quite grasping the meaning of mutually-exclusive relationships, and while this irritates some he has a charming way about him that makes him friends most everywhere he walks. He is lazy, contented and witty most days, but like all cats he has his off-days where he just becomes snappish and sarcastic. Usually rainy, foggy or simply disgusting weather tick him off enough to get him grumpy, but only a seriously bad day and a night of terrible sleep might get him angry enough to snap at somebody.
He was never one for rules; he dislikes confrontation, however, and will do what he is told just to avoid it. But when the occasion arises, he likes to test the boundaries. But he always does it with a wry smile on his face, as if he knows he will just get caught and dragged back into the bureaucratic red tape again. Among friends he is amiable, friendly and chatty; among enemies his patience is tested but to keep away from any possible fights, he keeps his tongue clamped firmly inside his jaws, giving only the smallest of answers and keeping any witty puns he might think of to himself. He is a slacker and avoids anything that might mean work in any form, whether physical or mental.
Loyalty is not one of his strong points. He is a worthy fighter, that much can be said, but only when he believes in what he is fighting for. Ternflight likes to make sure he is sacrificing his life, dignity or self-respect for something worthwhile before he throws himself into battle; rogues and loners he just does not place onto that list of things he is happy to fight against. While this places him at odds with the orders of the leader sometimes, he fights to protect what he loves, however fleeting; StarClan protect the rogue who attacks whatever she-cat he is fawning over that day. One day he might settle down and consider caring for some kits, but currently the outlook does not look so good.
history
Crowfoot was GaleClan. Yewpelt should have know right then not to become his friend. But Featherclaw saw no harm in it, and wherever Featherclaw went, Yewpelt followed. The three met at gatherings, and whenever any of them were around one of the others, they were inseparable. They prayed every day never to meet in battle, and StarClan lovingly answered that prayer. Would they if they had known what would happen? Yewpelt loved Featherclaw and Crowfoot more than anything. She took Featherclaw as her mate, since they were both HeatherClan cats, but even after their four kits were born, Yewpelt still wanted the GaleClan warrior. And when Featherclaw died, Crowfoot was gladly there to take his place.
The birth of Ternkit and Flamekit was sudden and violent – Flamekit was stuck. After a great effort, he was born and named – but Yewpelt died in the night. It was a tragic death, but left opportunity for the kits' future. Thistletail – the cat HeatherClan supposed was their father – took the kits to their real father with the help of Sparrowflight, their half-sister, and the only two who knew what really became of them. Sparrowflight was a good mother, with only one kit of her own. The young queen became the only mother the kits knew, as they were much too young to remember Yewpelt. Their heritage was a secret though, to both clans. But to their father, it was one not easily forgotten.
Crowfoot did tell his children the truth – that his kits were half-Clan and that as their father; he wanted them to stay with him and the Clan, and that it would be kept secret, announcing them at the gathering as Sparrowflight’s kits. As the duo looked more like her than their father, it would be an easy lie to maintain in the future. But as they grew, Crowfoot became distant, seeing in them the mate he had last and the sins he had committed. He backed out of the parenthood he had lied and stolen to keep, and though Ternkit was wise enough to let him go, Flamekit refused to – often following his father out of camp in attempts to get him to play. When they were five moons old, Crowfoot died, leaving them all but alone in a strange Clan.
DERPY HISTORY ^^;
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FFFFFFF >> I must admit, I'm a bit rusty on roleplay and this is an older post.
In the dark shadows of his den, dug underneath the great rock, Redhawk shifted in his nest. Placed up against the far wall, as far from the entrance as possible, he awoke from yet another dreamless night. Or had it been for he couldn't recall any swirls of color or strange events. Only that before he closed his eyes to sleep the night before he had decided to hold a meeting today, to tell of their recent victories and of the alliances he had made with neighboring clans. It was all information his warriors would need to know, all something that needed to be said before a horrible mistake was made and he had waited long enough.
With easy grace the red tabby stretched himself from his slumber, exotic, blue gaze pinned to the glowing entrance of his den. The sun had already risen and it's light had most likely already awakened his warriors. Good, they would all need to be awake to hear what he had to say. Blinking under the suns brilliant light Redhawk turned his heavy head to scan the clearing, pausing lightly on his cousin, Finchwing and the queen that sat next to her, Harefur. He nodded briefly before turning and leaping up onto the great rock that sat above his den, pulling himself up and letting his voice boom across the silence of the morning. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join underneath the great rock for a clan meeting!"
When his cats had gathered below him the tabby rose his voice once more into the silence, filled with pride of the victory he announced, "As you all should know we have recently been handed a great victory against WindClan! Four of their warriors slain by our paws. A lose to them and a gain for us!"
He let his voice drift away, fierce pride swelling his chest, under the sudden cheers of Gorsefang and Harefur. "Down with those flea-bitten fools!" Gorsefang cheered, face alight with fierce satisfaction.
Waving his tail to gather silence once more he continued, voice neutral now, "But victory is not the only thing we have had so far. I am pleased to tell you that we now have allies. The river in which we fish now will act as a border for one of our allies, Riverclan. Their leader, Sallowstar and I struck up a bargain some time ago." Redhawk paused, waiting for that news to sink in because what he was about to add would certainly shock them. "To help with out clans as well as strengthen our alliance we breed and our half of the litter is now old enough to come here to be raised among us." The leader turned, glancing down at the crowd. "Sunkit, Tidekit, and Thistlekit, step forward."
other
Ternflight loves you.