Post by Leah on Dec 22, 2012 0:18:31 GMT -5
One-ear
84 Moons
Tom
MarshClan
Elder
Former Name: Stonefur
Retired: Infected ear and burns
Appearance
One-ear has a pure grey pelt that lighter at the chest and very matted, course and dry. His fading, old blue eyes used to be a beautiful azure. His left ear is missing and his right ear is heavily burned and scarred. They used to be large and his nose used to be pink. He is a rather hefty tom, although his tail is short. His muzzle is very pale silver from age.
Personality
One-ear is the grumpiest Elder in history. He is unkind, easily annoyed, uncaring, moody and insensitive. He was always anti-social but was once generous, focused and healthy. He can be selfish but sometimes depressed, will yak on about boring subjects but occasionally about how the glory days are long gone and his friends are dead. Despite his faults, he is still very intelligent and sensible. He's even creative and authoritative. There's still a hint of his headstrong and courageous attititude in his difficult-to-intepret complaining. As a Warrior he was overall ordinary and neutral, but he has since become an odd mixture of hostility and honesty. Every cat in the Clan either hates or loves One-ear.
Skills
One-ear is highly sensitive to his surroundings and is very observant, he has learned since his deafness to read body language. He may be slow but he is sturdy, balanced and agile. As a Warrior, he loved to track and hunt, and was evenly skilled in practically everything. He used to be an excellent swimmer, as most MarshClan cats are. He was a poor fighter but excellent with strategy and would use his excellent memory to his fullest advantage whenever he could.
History
Born as Stonekit, he was the only living kit in a litter that killed his mother, Brokenfoot. He felt ignored because the cat who raised him preferred her own three kits over him. He would play on his own and wished he could age faster and leave the nursery. He got into trouble quite a few times due to boredom and impatience. When he finally reached six moons old and became Stonepaw, he became really close to his mentor Owltail. Stonepaw would watch carefully and was quite studious, looking for the smallest of details and became decently skilled in many areas. One leaf-bare, every cat in MarshClan became sick and many died. His adoptive mother, Redflower, disappeared and his adoptive siblings, Applepaw and Pearpaw, died of Greencough. Before earning his Warrior Name, his mentor died in battle and MarshClan's Leader Leopardstar took up the remaining few days of his training. He became Stonefur and became an average cat in the Clan, until he fell in love with a beautiful molly named Fognose. They had three kits named Blizzardkit, Rainkit and Hailkit. Several moons after, they became apprentices and he took one up of his own named Swiftpaw. Not long after Swiftpaw earned her Warrior name, Swiftcloud, foxes got into the camp and took one of Stonefur's ears as well as Hailpaw's life. He refused to retire for many moons, and learned how to do things without hearing. Before Rainpaw and Blizzardpaw became Rainstripe and Blizzardfang, Stonefur saved them from a fire that heavily burned his ear and killed Leopardstar and Fognose. His kits went on to live their lives, had kits and apprentices of their own, and died as old Warriors in a raid from GrassClan. In sorrow, he stopped talking to other cats, and stays in corners in the Elders' den. Every cat he ever loved has died, and he feels like he has nothing left.
He spent the harsh Leaf-bare in his den, complaining about everything as usual. He handled the season quite well, and is now complaining. Again. As usual.
Roleplay
One-ear snorted at the apprentice who had given him damp moss. "Yeeeww young'ns 'aaav NOOOO r'spect fer yerrrrr 'lderrrs! 'y, yew ooooonly wan' t' gittit duuuuuun so yew can goooooo 'bouch'r deyyyy 'cuzyer mint'r seeeeeeeed soooooo!" he was about ready to bite off the young cat's paws, not like they're useful for anything carrying bad moss to her elder! Slowly, vaguely hearing the strong cracks of his bones as he walked, he made his way to the entrance of his den. Spotting her mentor, he said, "yerrrrrr 'prentis neeeeeeeeds t' lern howt' r'speeeeeect her eeeeeeeelders! Powin' me weeeeeet mossssss, 'y, 'f iiiiiii deeedent no yer wer a guuuuuuud 'rreeerr, iiiiiii'd thenk yer wer teeeeechen her t' bay ter'bul t' her'lllllld'rrrrrrs!" and with a spit on the ground, he backed into his den.
84 Moons
Tom
MarshClan
Elder
Former Name: Stonefur
Retired: Infected ear and burns
Appearance
One-ear has a pure grey pelt that lighter at the chest and very matted, course and dry. His fading, old blue eyes used to be a beautiful azure. His left ear is missing and his right ear is heavily burned and scarred. They used to be large and his nose used to be pink. He is a rather hefty tom, although his tail is short. His muzzle is very pale silver from age.
Personality
One-ear is the grumpiest Elder in history. He is unkind, easily annoyed, uncaring, moody and insensitive. He was always anti-social but was once generous, focused and healthy. He can be selfish but sometimes depressed, will yak on about boring subjects but occasionally about how the glory days are long gone and his friends are dead. Despite his faults, he is still very intelligent and sensible. He's even creative and authoritative. There's still a hint of his headstrong and courageous attititude in his difficult-to-intepret complaining. As a Warrior he was overall ordinary and neutral, but he has since become an odd mixture of hostility and honesty. Every cat in the Clan either hates or loves One-ear.
Skills
One-ear is highly sensitive to his surroundings and is very observant, he has learned since his deafness to read body language. He may be slow but he is sturdy, balanced and agile. As a Warrior, he loved to track and hunt, and was evenly skilled in practically everything. He used to be an excellent swimmer, as most MarshClan cats are. He was a poor fighter but excellent with strategy and would use his excellent memory to his fullest advantage whenever he could.
History
Born as Stonekit, he was the only living kit in a litter that killed his mother, Brokenfoot. He felt ignored because the cat who raised him preferred her own three kits over him. He would play on his own and wished he could age faster and leave the nursery. He got into trouble quite a few times due to boredom and impatience. When he finally reached six moons old and became Stonepaw, he became really close to his mentor Owltail. Stonepaw would watch carefully and was quite studious, looking for the smallest of details and became decently skilled in many areas. One leaf-bare, every cat in MarshClan became sick and many died. His adoptive mother, Redflower, disappeared and his adoptive siblings, Applepaw and Pearpaw, died of Greencough. Before earning his Warrior Name, his mentor died in battle and MarshClan's Leader Leopardstar took up the remaining few days of his training. He became Stonefur and became an average cat in the Clan, until he fell in love with a beautiful molly named Fognose. They had three kits named Blizzardkit, Rainkit and Hailkit. Several moons after, they became apprentices and he took one up of his own named Swiftpaw. Not long after Swiftpaw earned her Warrior name, Swiftcloud, foxes got into the camp and took one of Stonefur's ears as well as Hailpaw's life. He refused to retire for many moons, and learned how to do things without hearing. Before Rainpaw and Blizzardpaw became Rainstripe and Blizzardfang, Stonefur saved them from a fire that heavily burned his ear and killed Leopardstar and Fognose. His kits went on to live their lives, had kits and apprentices of their own, and died as old Warriors in a raid from GrassClan. In sorrow, he stopped talking to other cats, and stays in corners in the Elders' den. Every cat he ever loved has died, and he feels like he has nothing left.
He spent the harsh Leaf-bare in his den, complaining about everything as usual. He handled the season quite well, and is now complaining. Again. As usual.
Roleplay
One-ear snorted at the apprentice who had given him damp moss. "Yeeeww young'ns 'aaav NOOOO r'spect fer yerrrrr 'lderrrs! 'y, yew ooooonly wan' t' gittit duuuuuun so yew can goooooo 'bouch'r deyyyy 'cuzyer mint'r seeeeeeeed soooooo!" he was about ready to bite off the young cat's paws, not like they're useful for anything carrying bad moss to her elder! Slowly, vaguely hearing the strong cracks of his bones as he walked, he made his way to the entrance of his den. Spotting her mentor, he said, "yerrrrrr 'prentis neeeeeeeeds t' lern howt' r'speeeeeect her eeeeeeeelders! Powin' me weeeeeet mossssss, 'y, 'f iiiiiii deeedent no yer wer a guuuuuuud 'rreeerr, iiiiiii'd thenk yer wer teeeeechen her t' bay ter'bul t' her'lllllld'rrrrrrs!" and with a spit on the ground, he backed into his den.
Check 1: [x] Mistystar
Check 2: [x] Icy
