Post by Silentheart on Dec 14, 2010 19:14:44 GMT -6
Name: Crookedkit Crookedpaw Crookedfang
Age: 48 moons
Rank: Deputy
Allegiance: ShadowClan
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Appearance:
Crookedfang was the largest kit of his litter, a trait that he retained through his apprenticeship, and that he prided himself on. Broad shouldered and burly, he was fearsome even at a young age. His namesake was given to him due to his canine teeth, long, sticking out from his upper lip, giving them a crooked appearance. They don't hang down low, but the sharp tips are at all times visible, pressed against his lower jaw, ready to anything, or anyone, who gets in his way. His pelt is a sharp, dark silver gray, and he has tabby markings contrasting against the base colour, like shadows across a smooth rock. His fur is short and sleek, drawn over his thickly muscled body, and normally well groomed. His muzzle is short, and tapered to a dark nose, with a hint of pink at the center. His eyes are a bright, piercing yellow-green colour, holding an intelligent and brooding gaze.
Personality:
The intelligence in his eyes isn't a ploy, for he is a very bright cat, although raised in ShadowClan, it was truly put to use, and honed him into the cunning cat he now is. He was never meek, born very outspoken and energetic, calming through the years, and into his late apprenticeship, began to show sparks of ambition. Hes the type of cat to leap into battle, but not before thinking, planning on how to win, and if he knows it is a lost cause, he'll just as easily try to outwit his opponents and leave the battle unscathed. He is a very loyal cat, and would die for his Clan if so was necessary, leaping into the heart of battle to save a Clanmate. Although, in ShadowClan, nothing can be entirely pure, for the cunning that was honed also created a darker side to a seemingly good cat. Plotting and thinking, when in a battle he can win, he is ruthless and will shred any cat who gets in the way of his flawless victory, or even any cat who gets in the way of his ambition for power, although he would never do anything to betray his clan, its best not to get in his way when he has his mind set on something.
History:
Crookedfang was born Crookedkit to two ShadowClan warriors, who both passed away when he was young, leaving he and his two siblings, Cedarkit and Pinekit, to be raised by another queen. He was always an eager kit, wandering away from the camp, and dragged back by a warrior, all though his adventurous spirit faded when Greencough hit ShadowClan, and his littermates passed away, unable to pull through the horrible disease- Crookedfang himself being the strongest, just barely able to pull through and recover, although his recovery was slow and tedious, he was forced to start his apprentice training late.. Once be became an apprentice, he was all over his mentor, nearly ordering the senior warrior what to teach him, when. Soon his mentor became accustomed to the toms bossy attitude, and entertained his requests whenever they weren't extremely boorish. During his first battle- a small border skirmish with ThunderClan, he experienced one thing that even his mentor saw as a problem- an extreme blood lust. He had to be pried off a ThunderClan apprentice that he would have killed otherwise. Although the clan had been joyful at their success, from that day on, his mentor made sure to keep him sharply in check, warning him that a warrior does not kill without reason. The sharp rebuke stuck with him, and he began to grow up from that day on, earning his warrior name, Crookedfang. Over many moons, he became a notable, seasoned warrior, bearing scars of his battles, his wins and losses alike. He was known among the clans as a warrior you didn't want to meet in battle, and took being appointed as Deputy in stride, satisfying his ambition, and fueling him with a want for more, although he quickly had to learn patience. One day, he knew, he would become a leader, and he knew he could be a fine, powerful leader at that.
[/size]Age: 48 moons
Rank: Deputy
Allegiance: ShadowClan
Picture:
Click
Appearance:
Crookedfang was the largest kit of his litter, a trait that he retained through his apprenticeship, and that he prided himself on. Broad shouldered and burly, he was fearsome even at a young age. His namesake was given to him due to his canine teeth, long, sticking out from his upper lip, giving them a crooked appearance. They don't hang down low, but the sharp tips are at all times visible, pressed against his lower jaw, ready to anything, or anyone, who gets in his way. His pelt is a sharp, dark silver gray, and he has tabby markings contrasting against the base colour, like shadows across a smooth rock. His fur is short and sleek, drawn over his thickly muscled body, and normally well groomed. His muzzle is short, and tapered to a dark nose, with a hint of pink at the center. His eyes are a bright, piercing yellow-green colour, holding an intelligent and brooding gaze.
Personality:
The intelligence in his eyes isn't a ploy, for he is a very bright cat, although raised in ShadowClan, it was truly put to use, and honed him into the cunning cat he now is. He was never meek, born very outspoken and energetic, calming through the years, and into his late apprenticeship, began to show sparks of ambition. Hes the type of cat to leap into battle, but not before thinking, planning on how to win, and if he knows it is a lost cause, he'll just as easily try to outwit his opponents and leave the battle unscathed. He is a very loyal cat, and would die for his Clan if so was necessary, leaping into the heart of battle to save a Clanmate. Although, in ShadowClan, nothing can be entirely pure, for the cunning that was honed also created a darker side to a seemingly good cat. Plotting and thinking, when in a battle he can win, he is ruthless and will shred any cat who gets in the way of his flawless victory, or even any cat who gets in the way of his ambition for power, although he would never do anything to betray his clan, its best not to get in his way when he has his mind set on something.
History:
Crookedfang was born Crookedkit to two ShadowClan warriors, who both passed away when he was young, leaving he and his two siblings, Cedarkit and Pinekit, to be raised by another queen. He was always an eager kit, wandering away from the camp, and dragged back by a warrior, all though his adventurous spirit faded when Greencough hit ShadowClan, and his littermates passed away, unable to pull through the horrible disease- Crookedfang himself being the strongest, just barely able to pull through and recover, although his recovery was slow and tedious, he was forced to start his apprentice training late.. Once be became an apprentice, he was all over his mentor, nearly ordering the senior warrior what to teach him, when. Soon his mentor became accustomed to the toms bossy attitude, and entertained his requests whenever they weren't extremely boorish. During his first battle- a small border skirmish with ThunderClan, he experienced one thing that even his mentor saw as a problem- an extreme blood lust. He had to be pried off a ThunderClan apprentice that he would have killed otherwise. Although the clan had been joyful at their success, from that day on, his mentor made sure to keep him sharply in check, warning him that a warrior does not kill without reason. The sharp rebuke stuck with him, and he began to grow up from that day on, earning his warrior name, Crookedfang. Over many moons, he became a notable, seasoned warrior, bearing scars of his battles, his wins and losses alike. He was known among the clans as a warrior you didn't want to meet in battle, and took being appointed as Deputy in stride, satisfying his ambition, and fueling him with a want for more, although he quickly had to learn patience. One day, he knew, he would become a leader, and he knew he could be a fine, powerful leader at that.
