Post by Lem on Feb 25, 2013 20:22:19 GMT -5
Character Info
Name:
Ratface
Age:
20 moons
Gender:
Tom
Allegiance:
PineClan
Appearance:
Ratface is a fairly tall tom, with long legs. His fur is short and fairly dense, mostly smooth, but fluffing out slightly on his neck and chest. The colour of his pelt is a very dark brown, nearly black, fading to an slightly darker brown on his back, shoulders, and the top of his head, and a slightly lighter shade on his underbelly and muzzle. His tail is fairly short for his height, but not so much that it impairs his balance at all, or could be considered anywhere near a manx. Most notably, Ratface is very handsome, with a strong jaw and nice features, including eyes that are bright green and almond-shaped. His face also has a small, dark nose, and above it two softly pointed ears, a little bit on the big side. His whiskers are a lighter colour than his pelt, fanning out on either side of his face. His paws are slightly wide for his legs, and they hold claws that are a little bit longer than average, but not remarkably so. Under his fur, he is fairly fit normally, though in leaf-bare he grows scrawny like everyone else. He tries to keep his pelt well-groomed, though, even during the coldest leaf-bare.
Personality:
On first impression, Ratface comes off as a vain, but nice enough cat, nicer still if you are a she-cat. He knows he is attractive, and he makes an effort to keep himself looking good, keeping his fur well-groomed as much as possible. He likes to use his attractiveness to his advantage, and is very flirty and friendly with she-cats, though he is generally friendly with toms, he acts quite differently around them than he does she-cats. He is smooth in general, not just with she-cats, and is good at talking to cats, and an exceptional liar when the situation calls for it. He knows how to make himself appear more trustworthy to other cats as well. He uses his skills generally in his own interest, and while he is loyal to his Clan, and will fight to protect it, and is loyal to his friends, at the end of the day he is loyal to himself the most, and his own well-being takes precedence over anyone else's. He is not the type to take a long-term mate, preferring short flings with she-cats, and flirting with anyone who catches his fancy.
He is not particularly good at hunting or fighting, though he makes an honest effort at both of them. His skills simply fall into the category of 'average'. Especially since he can sometimes be reluctant to do things that will get him especially messy, though he would never outright refuse something he was ordered to do, unless he felt it was completely ridiculous. (Like jumping off a cliff or something. But no leader or deputy would order that, so really there's no argument there.) Ratface also bitterly despises foxes, even more so than the average cat.
History:
Ratface did not have a very eventful past. His life has not been terribly exciting, a rather average Clan upbringing. Before his birth, he obviously had to have two cats who love each other very much and then the magical stork cat brings them their kits in a basket and such... Yadda yadda yadda. Well, for Ratface those two cats wereBatmanBatheart, a little dark brown tabby she-cat, and Ashpelt, a dark grey tom. By the time they had their kits, they were both senior warriors, and it would be the first and last litter Batheart had. In the litter, there were three kits- Owlkit, a brown tabby she-cat, Ivykit, a dark grey tabby tom, and of course the focus of this story, Ratkit, the dark brown tom.
Batheart and Ashpelt both loved their kits, but they weren't terribly... Attentive parents. Batheart, while she tried to be a good mother, was far too devoted to her Clan to pay much attention to her kits, and had returned to normal warrior duties as soon as they were weaned. She was incredibly devoted to the warrior code and everything it stood for, and was more mated with her Clan than with her mate. And speaking of her mate, Ashpelt, he tried to be a good father, but he was never comfortable around kits; they made him nervous with all their running around and... Squeaking, and such. So he tended to avoid the nursery. And while neither of them was neglectful on purpose, leaving three kits, old-enough-to-get-in-trouble-but-not-old-enough-to-understand-it, was not a wise choice on their part. Usually, the three would only get up to general kitten antics, such as annoying the elders and trying to 'hunt' warriors' tails. But of course, kits being kits, they one day decided that they were going to pull off the ultimate hijinx- sneaking out of camp. So after sunhigh one day, when they were three moons old, Owlkit, Ivykit, and Ratkit waited until the queen who was keeping an eye on them was distracted, and then made a break for it. They snuck out a side entrance to the camp, and made their way into the forest. There, they frolicked around, completely unaware of any danger in the forest. The three tried to 'hunt', and tumbled around in the underbrush, and tried to climb trees.
They had come a fair ways from camp, when Ivykit decided that he had scented some prey, and dashed off out of sight. Owlkit and Ratkit were both too naive to worry about what might happen to their brother when he wandered off, and took his word for it when he said he could come back. They also happened to be too impatient to wait where he had left, and continued on their romp. But they had been out alone for a while now, and they were becoming hungry and scared. They finally stopped to listen, and heard their names being called. They called back, and were eventually found by a patrol sent out to look for them. The patrol scolded them, but was relived to find them... Before being horrified to find Ivykit wasn't with them. The patrol split up, a couple cats taking Owlkit and Ratkit back to camp, while the remaining to look for Ivykit. Later, Owlkit and Ratkit were back at camp, when the rest of the patrol returned. Ivykit wasn't with them. They reported that they followed Ivykit's sent as far as they could... Until it intersected with a strong fox sent, and the scent of a cat's blood. But the fox's sent faded off quickly, and they were unable to track it. They never found Ivykit's body, but with the fox-scent and the blood, he was decided to be presumed dead. Batheart was devastated by the loss of her kit, and for a while after his death, she tried to force herself to become a more attentive parent. But it didn't last, and she slipped back into her Clan-focused ways after a moon. And Ashpelt, in his sadness for the loss of his kit, simply withdrew more from his kits, spending even less time with them.
As punishment for their tragic rule break, Owlkit and Ratkit were forced to wait an extra moon before they became apprentices, but eventually, at seven moons old, they were named Owlpaw and Ratpaw, and given mentors. After Ivykit's death, Owlpaw and Ratpaw continued to be best friends, even throughout their apprenticeship. As Ratpaw grew up, and became the handsome tom he is today, and began his career as heartbreaker and playboy, his sister teased him about how he chased she-cats. She had always been more serious than him, and took after their mother in that she was very dedicated to the Clan and the Warrior Code. She also teased Ratpaw for being vain, but that didn't stop him from keeping his fur well-groomed and taking pride in his looks. But he teased her as well, for being too serious and idolizing their mother, and always being the one the warriors liked, who would get moss for elders without complaining, even if she hated it, and for believing that hard work could solve anything. But all in all, they were the best of friends, and were always there for each other. Even as they grew up, and memories of Ivykit grew hazy in their minds, they always had the sense that they were really all each other had. Their parents had never really been parents, and their brother had been taken from them moons ago, but they always had each other. Always.
After an uneventful apprenticeship, Owlpaw and Ratpaw became warriors, gaining the names Owlheart and Ratface, some of the least surprising names ever given to new warriors. Their lives didn't change drastically, there was simply more hunting and patrolling, slightly more freedom, and considerably less changing of elders' bedding. Their lives were still not particularly exciting, and for moons that's how it was. Owlheart threw herself into her warrior duties, continuing the trend of her being hard-working and respected, and Ratface threw himself into flirting with anything that was female. On a couple of occasions as a young warrior, Ratface was caught slacking off, and barely made it out without punishment, smooth-talking his way out of the situation. But not wanting his reputation tarnished, after the third close call he began to make an effort to not slack off, and do his duties like everyone else. But these are warriors we are talking about, and life can't just be boring and uneventful forever. It was in the leaf-fall before the current leaf-bare, and Owlheart had gotten up to go on the dawn patrol. Ratface, who wasn't on the patrol, was still asleep when she left. During the patrol, she smelled something, and broke off from the patrol to check it out. A little while later, the rest of her patrol heard a screech, and sounds of fighting. They raced in the direction of the sound, to find her bleeding profusely from a wound in her throat, and the smell of fox everywhere. The patrol managed to get her back to camp, but by the time they got there, she had lost too much blood, and the medicine cat was unable to save her. (He later eagerly joined the patrol that made sure the fox was off their territory.) Ratface was devastated by her death, and is still bitter over it to this day. Having lost both his siblings to foxes, he has developed quite the hatred for them. Since his sister's death, he had been a little moodier, but his personality has not changed drastically. He is still vain, and he still flirts with every she-cat he sees.
RPer Info
Name:
Lemon
First language:
English
Literacy level:
Literate
Name:
Ratface
Age:
20 moons
Gender:
Tom
Allegiance:
PineClan
Appearance:
Ratface is a fairly tall tom, with long legs. His fur is short and fairly dense, mostly smooth, but fluffing out slightly on his neck and chest. The colour of his pelt is a very dark brown, nearly black, fading to an slightly darker brown on his back, shoulders, and the top of his head, and a slightly lighter shade on his underbelly and muzzle. His tail is fairly short for his height, but not so much that it impairs his balance at all, or could be considered anywhere near a manx. Most notably, Ratface is very handsome, with a strong jaw and nice features, including eyes that are bright green and almond-shaped. His face also has a small, dark nose, and above it two softly pointed ears, a little bit on the big side. His whiskers are a lighter colour than his pelt, fanning out on either side of his face. His paws are slightly wide for his legs, and they hold claws that are a little bit longer than average, but not remarkably so. Under his fur, he is fairly fit normally, though in leaf-bare he grows scrawny like everyone else. He tries to keep his pelt well-groomed, though, even during the coldest leaf-bare.
Personality:
On first impression, Ratface comes off as a vain, but nice enough cat, nicer still if you are a she-cat. He knows he is attractive, and he makes an effort to keep himself looking good, keeping his fur well-groomed as much as possible. He likes to use his attractiveness to his advantage, and is very flirty and friendly with she-cats, though he is generally friendly with toms, he acts quite differently around them than he does she-cats. He is smooth in general, not just with she-cats, and is good at talking to cats, and an exceptional liar when the situation calls for it. He knows how to make himself appear more trustworthy to other cats as well. He uses his skills generally in his own interest, and while he is loyal to his Clan, and will fight to protect it, and is loyal to his friends, at the end of the day he is loyal to himself the most, and his own well-being takes precedence over anyone else's. He is not the type to take a long-term mate, preferring short flings with she-cats, and flirting with anyone who catches his fancy.
He is not particularly good at hunting or fighting, though he makes an honest effort at both of them. His skills simply fall into the category of 'average'. Especially since he can sometimes be reluctant to do things that will get him especially messy, though he would never outright refuse something he was ordered to do, unless he felt it was completely ridiculous. (Like jumping off a cliff or something. But no leader or deputy would order that, so really there's no argument there.) Ratface also bitterly despises foxes, even more so than the average cat.
History:
Ratface did not have a very eventful past. His life has not been terribly exciting, a rather average Clan upbringing. Before his birth, he obviously had to have two cats who love each other very much and then the magical stork cat brings them their kits in a basket and such... Yadda yadda yadda. Well, for Ratface those two cats were
Batheart and Ashpelt both loved their kits, but they weren't terribly... Attentive parents. Batheart, while she tried to be a good mother, was far too devoted to her Clan to pay much attention to her kits, and had returned to normal warrior duties as soon as they were weaned. She was incredibly devoted to the warrior code and everything it stood for, and was more mated with her Clan than with her mate. And speaking of her mate, Ashpelt, he tried to be a good father, but he was never comfortable around kits; they made him nervous with all their running around and... Squeaking, and such. So he tended to avoid the nursery. And while neither of them was neglectful on purpose, leaving three kits, old-enough-to-get-in-trouble-but-not-old-enough-to-understand-it, was not a wise choice on their part. Usually, the three would only get up to general kitten antics, such as annoying the elders and trying to 'hunt' warriors' tails. But of course, kits being kits, they one day decided that they were going to pull off the ultimate hijinx- sneaking out of camp. So after sunhigh one day, when they were three moons old, Owlkit, Ivykit, and Ratkit waited until the queen who was keeping an eye on them was distracted, and then made a break for it. They snuck out a side entrance to the camp, and made their way into the forest. There, they frolicked around, completely unaware of any danger in the forest. The three tried to 'hunt', and tumbled around in the underbrush, and tried to climb trees.
They had come a fair ways from camp, when Ivykit decided that he had scented some prey, and dashed off out of sight. Owlkit and Ratkit were both too naive to worry about what might happen to their brother when he wandered off, and took his word for it when he said he could come back. They also happened to be too impatient to wait where he had left, and continued on their romp. But they had been out alone for a while now, and they were becoming hungry and scared. They finally stopped to listen, and heard their names being called. They called back, and were eventually found by a patrol sent out to look for them. The patrol scolded them, but was relived to find them... Before being horrified to find Ivykit wasn't with them. The patrol split up, a couple cats taking Owlkit and Ratkit back to camp, while the remaining to look for Ivykit. Later, Owlkit and Ratkit were back at camp, when the rest of the patrol returned. Ivykit wasn't with them. They reported that they followed Ivykit's sent as far as they could... Until it intersected with a strong fox sent, and the scent of a cat's blood. But the fox's sent faded off quickly, and they were unable to track it. They never found Ivykit's body, but with the fox-scent and the blood, he was decided to be presumed dead. Batheart was devastated by the loss of her kit, and for a while after his death, she tried to force herself to become a more attentive parent. But it didn't last, and she slipped back into her Clan-focused ways after a moon. And Ashpelt, in his sadness for the loss of his kit, simply withdrew more from his kits, spending even less time with them.
As punishment for their tragic rule break, Owlkit and Ratkit were forced to wait an extra moon before they became apprentices, but eventually, at seven moons old, they were named Owlpaw and Ratpaw, and given mentors. After Ivykit's death, Owlpaw and Ratpaw continued to be best friends, even throughout their apprenticeship. As Ratpaw grew up, and became the handsome tom he is today, and began his career as heartbreaker and playboy, his sister teased him about how he chased she-cats. She had always been more serious than him, and took after their mother in that she was very dedicated to the Clan and the Warrior Code. She also teased Ratpaw for being vain, but that didn't stop him from keeping his fur well-groomed and taking pride in his looks. But he teased her as well, for being too serious and idolizing their mother, and always being the one the warriors liked, who would get moss for elders without complaining, even if she hated it, and for believing that hard work could solve anything. But all in all, they were the best of friends, and were always there for each other. Even as they grew up, and memories of Ivykit grew hazy in their minds, they always had the sense that they were really all each other had. Their parents had never really been parents, and their brother had been taken from them moons ago, but they always had each other. Always.
After an uneventful apprenticeship, Owlpaw and Ratpaw became warriors, gaining the names Owlheart and Ratface, some of the least surprising names ever given to new warriors. Their lives didn't change drastically, there was simply more hunting and patrolling, slightly more freedom, and considerably less changing of elders' bedding. Their lives were still not particularly exciting, and for moons that's how it was. Owlheart threw herself into her warrior duties, continuing the trend of her being hard-working and respected, and Ratface threw himself into flirting with anything that was female. On a couple of occasions as a young warrior, Ratface was caught slacking off, and barely made it out without punishment, smooth-talking his way out of the situation. But not wanting his reputation tarnished, after the third close call he began to make an effort to not slack off, and do his duties like everyone else. But these are warriors we are talking about, and life can't just be boring and uneventful forever. It was in the leaf-fall before the current leaf-bare, and Owlheart had gotten up to go on the dawn patrol. Ratface, who wasn't on the patrol, was still asleep when she left. During the patrol, she smelled something, and broke off from the patrol to check it out. A little while later, the rest of her patrol heard a screech, and sounds of fighting. They raced in the direction of the sound, to find her bleeding profusely from a wound in her throat, and the smell of fox everywhere. The patrol managed to get her back to camp, but by the time they got there, she had lost too much blood, and the medicine cat was unable to save her. (He later eagerly joined the patrol that made sure the fox was off their territory.) Ratface was devastated by her death, and is still bitter over it to this day. Having lost both his siblings to foxes, he has developed quite the hatred for them. Since his sister's death, he had been a little moodier, but his personality has not changed drastically. He is still vain, and he still flirts with every she-cat he sees.
RPer Info
Name:
Lemon
First language:
English
Literacy level:
Literate
