Post by moo on Jul 22, 2007 17:31:07 GMT -5
Name:
Newtfleck
Age:
14 moons
Gender:
Tom
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
Nightclan
Picture:
Appearance:
Newtfleck is still a bit small as he is only fourteen moons. He is developing muscles and has a fluffy tail. But strangely, the rest of the fur on his body is very short. The color of his fur is golden with ginger flecks. He has light green eyes and tiny but sharp, claws.
Newtfleck has a number of birthmarks and an almost scarless pelt except for a small ripple on his back as a reminder of a battle he tried to fight when he was six moons or in other words, just apprenticed. One of his birthmarks include a black-spotted tongue, another is a black, left front pad, and the last is a small circle that would look a bit like a bruise on his belly.
Personality:
Newtfleck has always been a leader with a very confident personality. He is always ready to take on any challenge, and do it well. He also loves to brag and show off as it he says it "helps his image" and he thinks it's fun.
Newtfleck cares a lot about the cats that are in his clan and despite his size, would die fighting to protect them. He spends long hours hunting, sharpening his fighting skills, and doing pretty much whatever else his leader tells him to. No matter what the situation is, he would never betray or leave his clan.
Newtfleck also has his few favorites. Such as, his favorite food is blackbird. His favorite place to escape to for some quite or thinking time is Sequoyah Copse. Sequoyah Copse is also his favorite hunting place so naturally, he will usually hunt while he thinks.
History:
Newtkit was born in a litter of three that consisted of him, Clubkit, and Dragonkit. The three brothers belonged to a queen named Timeswirl. It was a happy day for Nightclan. The clan medicine cat came to examine them and everything seemed fine an Timeswirl rested peacefully. Everything was going fine.
But a few weeks later, they found that the medicine cat had been wrong. They soon found that Clubkit was deaf, and Dragonkit was blind. Because of this, it would stop them from becoming proper warriors. At the time, Newtkit was still only a kit so he didn't understand, but his mother did.
He soon noticed that she was treating his brothers differently. She would barely feed them, she wouldn't let them cuddle with her when they wanted to sleep, and she would always pay more attention to Newtkit. This caused another queen to take care of Timeswirl's kits instead so they would at least live. Newtkit still didn't understand.
When Newtkit and his brothers were six moons old, only Newtkit was apprenticed. Dragonkit and Clubkit were sent to the elder's den as they would be hopeless at becoming warriors. Timeswirl still wasn't satisfied as she continued to reject them as her kits even after they left the nursery.
Newtpaw soon realized that there was no hope for his brothers to be apprenticed, or become warriors and this put him in a state of depression for a while. During this time, he moped, barely ate, and refused to train. He spent lots of his time in the elder's den talking to his brothers. He honestly didn't know if he'd ever have the strength to become a warrior knowing Dragonkit and Clubkit couldn't.
One day, after leaving the elder's den, Newtpaw trudged to the apprentice den but happened to meet Timeswirl on the way. She told him that he needed to snap out of his current state if he ever wanted to be a great warrior for his brothers' sake. She threatened to abandon him too if he didn't. He agreed with her and decided it was time to return to his clan.
For the next two moons, Newtpaw trained nonstop, gathered enormous amounts of fresh-kill, and much more to make up for lost time. This was when his leader decided it was time for him to be made a warrior.
After that, Newtpaw became Newtfleck. He got over his brothers' problems and worried about himself more often. After being made a warrior, that also gave him more confidence. He now has many friends along with his brothers' company.
Other:
Blade and Feline (oh and sorry about my history sucking! i know it's a lot, but i still don't like the way it sounds too much, lol.)
IC:
Newtfleck walked along the shore on Driftwood Beach. He was supposed to be hunting but he didn't think he would find anything so he decided to take a quick break before heading back to camp. Suddenly, he saw something scuffle behind a piece of driftwood. He turned in the direction he saw the movement and crouched down. He slowly and quietly crept closer until he saw it again. In front of him was a huge crab about mouse-length tall and a tail-length wide. It's claws were also huge. No problem. he thought smirking.
He pounced. For a second, he held it down but pulled back. He saw his paw was being crushed in its pinschers. He held back a howl of pain. With his free paw, he swiped at the crab's unprotected skin. It let go and fell on it's back. He slashed at its front to see some green stuff ooz out of it. It stopped moving. He had won. Newtfleck inspected his catch. "Man will I have a story to tell." He purred as he scooped the crab up and left.
Newtfleck
Age:
14 moons
Gender:
Tom
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
Nightclan
Picture:
Appearance:
Newtfleck is still a bit small as he is only fourteen moons. He is developing muscles and has a fluffy tail. But strangely, the rest of the fur on his body is very short. The color of his fur is golden with ginger flecks. He has light green eyes and tiny but sharp, claws.
Newtfleck has a number of birthmarks and an almost scarless pelt except for a small ripple on his back as a reminder of a battle he tried to fight when he was six moons or in other words, just apprenticed. One of his birthmarks include a black-spotted tongue, another is a black, left front pad, and the last is a small circle that would look a bit like a bruise on his belly.
Personality:
Newtfleck has always been a leader with a very confident personality. He is always ready to take on any challenge, and do it well. He also loves to brag and show off as it he says it "helps his image" and he thinks it's fun.
Newtfleck cares a lot about the cats that are in his clan and despite his size, would die fighting to protect them. He spends long hours hunting, sharpening his fighting skills, and doing pretty much whatever else his leader tells him to. No matter what the situation is, he would never betray or leave his clan.
Newtfleck also has his few favorites. Such as, his favorite food is blackbird. His favorite place to escape to for some quite or thinking time is Sequoyah Copse. Sequoyah Copse is also his favorite hunting place so naturally, he will usually hunt while he thinks.
History:
Newtkit was born in a litter of three that consisted of him, Clubkit, and Dragonkit. The three brothers belonged to a queen named Timeswirl. It was a happy day for Nightclan. The clan medicine cat came to examine them and everything seemed fine an Timeswirl rested peacefully. Everything was going fine.
But a few weeks later, they found that the medicine cat had been wrong. They soon found that Clubkit was deaf, and Dragonkit was blind. Because of this, it would stop them from becoming proper warriors. At the time, Newtkit was still only a kit so he didn't understand, but his mother did.
He soon noticed that she was treating his brothers differently. She would barely feed them, she wouldn't let them cuddle with her when they wanted to sleep, and she would always pay more attention to Newtkit. This caused another queen to take care of Timeswirl's kits instead so they would at least live. Newtkit still didn't understand.
When Newtkit and his brothers were six moons old, only Newtkit was apprenticed. Dragonkit and Clubkit were sent to the elder's den as they would be hopeless at becoming warriors. Timeswirl still wasn't satisfied as she continued to reject them as her kits even after they left the nursery.
Newtpaw soon realized that there was no hope for his brothers to be apprenticed, or become warriors and this put him in a state of depression for a while. During this time, he moped, barely ate, and refused to train. He spent lots of his time in the elder's den talking to his brothers. He honestly didn't know if he'd ever have the strength to become a warrior knowing Dragonkit and Clubkit couldn't.
One day, after leaving the elder's den, Newtpaw trudged to the apprentice den but happened to meet Timeswirl on the way. She told him that he needed to snap out of his current state if he ever wanted to be a great warrior for his brothers' sake. She threatened to abandon him too if he didn't. He agreed with her and decided it was time to return to his clan.
For the next two moons, Newtpaw trained nonstop, gathered enormous amounts of fresh-kill, and much more to make up for lost time. This was when his leader decided it was time for him to be made a warrior.
After that, Newtpaw became Newtfleck. He got over his brothers' problems and worried about himself more often. After being made a warrior, that also gave him more confidence. He now has many friends along with his brothers' company.
Other:
Blade and Feline (oh and sorry about my history sucking! i know it's a lot, but i still don't like the way it sounds too much, lol.)
IC:
Newtfleck walked along the shore on Driftwood Beach. He was supposed to be hunting but he didn't think he would find anything so he decided to take a quick break before heading back to camp. Suddenly, he saw something scuffle behind a piece of driftwood. He turned in the direction he saw the movement and crouched down. He slowly and quietly crept closer until he saw it again. In front of him was a huge crab about mouse-length tall and a tail-length wide. It's claws were also huge. No problem. he thought smirking.
He pounced. For a second, he held it down but pulled back. He saw his paw was being crushed in its pinschers. He held back a howl of pain. With his free paw, he swiped at the crab's unprotected skin. It let go and fell on it's back. He slashed at its front to see some green stuff ooz out of it. It stopped moving. He had won. Newtfleck inspected his catch. "Man will I have a story to tell." He purred as he scooped the crab up and left.
