Post by Scarclaw on Jan 22, 2008 11:46:09 GMT -5
Ok, i was wondering if i could change my Warrior [Scarclaw] to a Med cat.
Heres the Application:
Name--
Scarclaw
Age--
50 moons
Gender--
Tom
Clan--
Riverclan
Position--
Right now i'm a Warrior
But i'd like to be a Medcat
Appearance--
Long Gray fur, and chin hair like a Lynx's. [ie:
www.beardsleyzoo.org/images/press/lynx.jpg]
His fur is rough, but shiny. His eyes are a Electric blue color like ice but when he feels compassion or sadness, they start to look a calmer shade of blue. He has a cut on his muzzle where a hawk tried to kill him, but thanks to the Riverclan deputy, he was saved form the attack. His front claws are as big as a Lynx's.
His legs are strong and muscular and some people think he's even a decendant of Skyclan. His claws are long like Tigerclaw's but they are a grey color and when they are stained with blood, they are a maroon color.
Personality--
He is courageous when his friends depend on it, but sometimes he can be stubborn. He likes making friends, but most cats are mean to him because his father was a loner. He can be a great friend, generous to those that are nicest to him in times of need, but he isn't into sharing a lot! He is slightly short tempered when anyone insults his friends. He can get into a fight easily, because people often treat him like dirt. He always looks up on life even though he is looked badly upon, because he believes he will be the leader of Riverclan someday. So he always helps anyone in need, though people don't always want his help.
History--
Scarclaw was an apprentice when he heard the story for the first time and the way he heard it went like this: Moons before you were born, your mother, Mystyfoot, fell in love with a wild loner in the mountains on her way to our new home, the lake. The loner's name was Heydron. He was as tough as the sun and as relaxed and calm as the moon. They loved each other, but Mystyfoot had to keep the thought a secret. She left you with the Tribe of Rushing Water, and made Stormfur promise to tell you that Scarclaw was he and Brook's son. The Deputy, sad with her decision, sent a party to bring him home, but a hawk attack and bore a scar in his muzzle. They soon came back to the forest to find out that Mystyfoot was sick with Grrencough. When Mystyfoot died, he was only a kit, and believed that he was Icewing's son and that his father was Hawkforst. He beleived that all the way through until icewing and hawkforst died during his apprenticeship and Leapoardstar told him the story.
IC--
Scarclaw leaped over the logs in the forest to where his friend was stuck. "I'm here." he muttered. The cat tried to get out of under the large branch that had hit him and snared him onto the ground. "I won't loose anyone special to me again!"
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The River was at a dangerously high level, but the lit hanging onto the small twig in the water was his more pressing concern. He jumped into the cold water, swimming with powerful Kicks toward the kit. He rushed toward the kit, but the water was dragging him down toward the bootoms of the river and farther away form the helpless kit. He started to see the images of his dream, cats looking at him and respecting him. He started to swim against the current, and he got to a fox length away form the kit when it dissapeared into the icy water.
Picture-
[image] Think like this, but cat sized and with Blue eyes and a scar.
Heres the Application:
Name--
Scarclaw
Age--
50 moons
Gender--
Tom
Clan--
Riverclan
Position--
Right now i'm a Warrior
But i'd like to be a Medcat
Appearance--
Long Gray fur, and chin hair like a Lynx's. [ie:
www.beardsleyzoo.org/images/press/lynx.jpg]
His fur is rough, but shiny. His eyes are a Electric blue color like ice but when he feels compassion or sadness, they start to look a calmer shade of blue. He has a cut on his muzzle where a hawk tried to kill him, but thanks to the Riverclan deputy, he was saved form the attack. His front claws are as big as a Lynx's.
His legs are strong and muscular and some people think he's even a decendant of Skyclan. His claws are long like Tigerclaw's but they are a grey color and when they are stained with blood, they are a maroon color.
Personality--
He is courageous when his friends depend on it, but sometimes he can be stubborn. He likes making friends, but most cats are mean to him because his father was a loner. He can be a great friend, generous to those that are nicest to him in times of need, but he isn't into sharing a lot! He is slightly short tempered when anyone insults his friends. He can get into a fight easily, because people often treat him like dirt. He always looks up on life even though he is looked badly upon, because he believes he will be the leader of Riverclan someday. So he always helps anyone in need, though people don't always want his help.
History--
Scarclaw was an apprentice when he heard the story for the first time and the way he heard it went like this: Moons before you were born, your mother, Mystyfoot, fell in love with a wild loner in the mountains on her way to our new home, the lake. The loner's name was Heydron. He was as tough as the sun and as relaxed and calm as the moon. They loved each other, but Mystyfoot had to keep the thought a secret. She left you with the Tribe of Rushing Water, and made Stormfur promise to tell you that Scarclaw was he and Brook's son. The Deputy, sad with her decision, sent a party to bring him home, but a hawk attack and bore a scar in his muzzle. They soon came back to the forest to find out that Mystyfoot was sick with Grrencough. When Mystyfoot died, he was only a kit, and believed that he was Icewing's son and that his father was Hawkforst. He beleived that all the way through until icewing and hawkforst died during his apprenticeship and Leapoardstar told him the story.
IC--
Scarclaw leaped over the logs in the forest to where his friend was stuck. "I'm here." he muttered. The cat tried to get out of under the large branch that had hit him and snared him onto the ground. "I won't loose anyone special to me again!"
-------------------------
The River was at a dangerously high level, but the lit hanging onto the small twig in the water was his more pressing concern. He jumped into the cold water, swimming with powerful Kicks toward the kit. He rushed toward the kit, but the water was dragging him down toward the bootoms of the river and farther away form the helpless kit. He started to see the images of his dream, cats looking at him and respecting him. He started to swim against the current, and he got to a fox length away form the kit when it dissapeared into the icy water.
Picture-
[image] Think like this, but cat sized and with Blue eyes and a scar.
