Post by porygon on Jun 10, 2012 16:07:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #ffffff;] [style=border:1px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;width:100px;height:100px;padding:8px;]  [/style][style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]RIVER CLAN[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]MALE[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]NINE MOONS[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]APPRENTICE[/style] [style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]PICTURE[/style] | [atrb=width,400][atrb=style,padding:10px;][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 24px;letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center;border-bottom:1px solid #ffffff;line-height:85%;color:#C09BFC;]ROOKPAW[/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]A FOREST DIVIDED[/style] [style=margin:-20px 30px 10px 30px;text-align:justify;font-family:tahoma;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#8e8e8e;line-height:13px;]Short Appearance black tom with yellow eyes. Appearance rookpaw has a rather average build. he is slightly smaller than most other cats, and along with the fact that he is lean, it gives off the vibe that once he becomes a warrior he will be adept in agility rather than power. the young toms pelt is pure black like the feathers of a rook, and always kept meticulously clean. the only other thing of note is his eyes which are a light yellow green color. Personality first and foremost rookpaw is kind to the point where he cares for others above himself. he is the type to give up the last vole, even if he didn't get any food yet. not only that, but from his kind personality, he is quite friendly and is willing to talk to anyone. though, he is close-minded he lives by what he's been told and holds prejudices against clans and cats with bad names, like shadowclan. it is not entirely his fault as he is quite gullible and would roll around in horse dung if he was told it would cure him of his 'voleinitus' or some other make-believe disease. despite his cheerful and optimistic attitude, he has little self-esteem which stems from his close-mindedness as he's not quite sure about himself. History born in newleaf he was one of three kits to be birthed by his parents. growing up he was always the most playful of his siblings and his curiousity always seemed to get him in trouble. this caused his parents to be a little different with his discipline, preferring to tell him tales and scaring him into obedience. it worked like a charm thanks to his gullible attitude. the only misfortune in his life to not be a result of the flood was the death of his sister minkit. one leafbare she had the misfortune of getting greencough when she was only a moon old and died from it. the next misfortune to fall upon him was when the flood happened. while he managed to escape the waters, his mother ternfeather and his brother volekit passed away making his only living direct relative his father. despite the magnitude of the event, and the losses the young cat rebounded quickly and devoted himself to being a ray of sunshine where there was little to be found. as he got older and began to come into himself, his self-esteem began to drop. he knew what the model warrior tom was. strong and passionate about his she-cat and clan. while he certainly didn't lack passion for his clan, and he might not be physically strong, but he had his own strengths. what he found difficult was passion for she-cats. he's still young though, it's only a matter of time before he turns his attention from the toms to the she-cats, right? Roleplay Sample Rookpaw wasn't one to break rules, but it was newleaf, and the flowers were beginning to bloom. The young tom's most favorite thing in the world was flowers, and he simply couldn't wait to see the new blossoms. Sure, there were plenty of flower blossoms close to camp, but he'd seen all of those flowers already. He wanted to see the flowers further out. Different flowers. It was completely understandable, right? Plus, it wasn't like anyone would notice that he was gone. It would only take two seconds tops, no! One second. He'd only be out of the camp for one second. Stealthly as a shadow, Rookpaw would sleep undetected out of the camp. He would remain stealthy until he was sure he was safe. Once out, he would bound happily across the earth heading towards his favorite flower patch. All around him he could smell the smells of the earth which was recovering after the cold season of leafbare. It was absolutely wonderful. At one point the young tom stopped to quite literally smell the roses, though in this case it was a random red flower he didn't know the name of. He would continue like this until he reached a large patch of daisies, his patch. The small blooms gathered close together and some were only just getting out of there seed. Happily, Rookpaw's tail flicked from side to side as he took in the sight. Then, without a moments notice, he pounced on the patch and rolled around, careful not to smush any of the growing flowers too much. Once he got his fill of rolling about in the flowers, he would simply lay sprawled out in a little dip that he formed from his rolling. There he would lay, quietly taking in the scene. At some point he must have fallen asleep, because the next time he opened his eyes the sun was farther across the sky than he remembered. Quickly, Rookpaw would hop up and race towards the camp, a few petals and leaves still sticking to his pelt. Hopefully, he wouldn't be in too much trouble... [/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]CODED BY RAIN OF ON THE EDGE![/style] |
