Post by irrational on Jun 24, 2010 12:43:48 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Rook
Gender: Tom
Age: 53 moons
Clan: Loner
Rank: Non-existent (take that!)
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Only medium in stature at beast, but he is stocky.
Fur: Dark grey is the dominant color; it is very long and fluffy.
Eyes: Dark blue
Markings: Black tabby stripes
Overall: Some cats say those with a coat that looks like down feather lining the nest of a kit does not belong out in the forest; they belong with their house folk, drinking milk and lounging on the laps of their Twolegs. Tell Rook that and you may come out with a bit of your pride and dignity intact. The tom is of medium stature when it comes to height, but he is stocky. His fluffy tabby coat helps to soften his overall appearance, though. It is not uncommon to find Rook sitting down somewhere, cleaning burrs from his pelt, which, obviously, attracts them easily.
He is fairly well muscled, not extremely so, but it is obvious he is a cat that relies more on strength when it comes to battles. Rook's ears are set far apart on his head and are rounded at the tips; the left one has a notch in it. His eyes are a dark blue and they often give away every emotion he is feeling. Unlike most cats, Rook does not have a very pronounce stop, therefore his muzzle is slightly flat, but not to the point where he has great difficulty breathing.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Compassionate, often optimistic, slow to anger, knowledgeable.
Negative Traits: He doesn't like fighting at all and therefore, even if the situation is endangering his life. When angered, it only last for a brief amount of time but he is like a volcano suddenly exploding and he is very good at keeping grudges. The tom also is very modest; he doesn't like to brag and therefore acts like he doesn't know as much as he does.
Likes: Chatting with friendly cats, solving problems, swimming, and having a nice clean pelt before retiring for the night.
Dislikes: Easily angered creatures that are always seeking a battle, floods, burrs, and those they always sulk.
Fears: Death and a life of pure sorrow
Obsessions: Stars and Twolegs- he can look at them both for hours on ends.
Ideals: A cat that can look on the bad sad once in awhile, but does not focus on it and a cat that does not always resort to fighting.
Other: Rook is also a compassionate creature, but he does not allow his compassion to cloud his judgement; do him wrong, no matter how young or old you are and he will get his revenge. Yes, even a cat that generally opposes battle can be revengeful when provoked; after all, revenge does not rely on physical harm. He also enjoys having long, intelligent conversations with cats, or trying to convince another cat to view things his way. In other words, he also enjoys debates.
HISTORY
Family: Mother; Snow (deceased)
Father; Steel (deceased)
History: Rook had a fairly normal kithood; he was the only kit in Snow's litter, as she was grownig old and it would be her last. He had a total of ten siblings from other litters, but by the time he was born five had died, and he lost the others due to the drought that occured (two died fighting for prey) and the other three attempted to pair together during the bitter Leafbare fourty moons ago, but only succeded in getting shot by Twolegs when they entered a chicken coop.
Snow did not mention to any cat who her mate was and, since grey cats were not uncommon, no one guessed it was Steel; at least, not out loud. Hence why Rook never met his father- Steel did not know he had a son.
When Rook was five moons old, there was a drought that deeply affected all the cats. He grew thin then and fell sick from malnutrition. His mother hunted all day and most of the night, keeping him hidden in a little burrow. One day, a curious fox decided to explore the burrow and it came upon a kit huddled up against a corner, eyes wide with fright. The fox, hoping for an easy meal, attacked Rook. He received a nick to one ear and some bites on his shoulders, though they were not deep enough to scar. Said fox was driven off by the sudden appearance of Rook's mother. Despite her weak state, she was able to send the fox away. She was, after all, a mother protecting her youngest son.
Steel passed away when Rook was thirty moons old; he and his mother stumbled upon the body when Rook was trying to find her a new den, for she was old and forgetful. She had tried to room with a fox and, if it had not been for the fact that the fox had a newborn litter, she would've been killed. Snow was oddly quiet as they passed Steel's body, but Rook did not inquire about the tom and merely carried on. It was the first and last time he laid eyes on his father.
Snow died ten moons ago, when three dogs ran free throughout the land. They found the white she-cat sitting outside of her den. She was almost blind then, relying on her son to come at night to bring prey, and she was supposed to stay in her den. All she had wanted was a quick sniff of fresh air; a quick sniff that turned out to be fatal.
RP SAMPLE
A light smirk seemed to play on Willowstar’s muzzle, but Rookstar paid her no mind. Soon age would curse her as well and Rookstar would have his chance to sneer then….hopefully. Soon, ThunderClan arrived and Willowstar began the Gathering. A light frown graced the tom’s face- Willowstar had taken Snakerocks from ThunderClan? He had been unaware of this and, for a moment, there was a light spark in Rookstar’s eyes. Nevermind Willowstar’s slight insult to his previously wanting the moorlands. (Hadn’t she wanted them as well? The hypocrite!) No, now he would not have to convince the ShadowClan leader to keep her paws off of the moorland. Rookstar’s gaze flicked towards Elkstar and he tried to gauge her reaction, but was cut off by the sudden appearance of Vixenfang.
What was the ThunderClan deputy doing up here? Her place was beneath the rocks! The silver tabby edged slightly over, nonetheless, so that the she-cat fit up beside the leaders. Rookstar’s surprise kept him quiet and his eyes remained on Vixenfang as she began to speak. As she began, her words angered the RiverClan tom. Who was Vixenfang to boss RiverClan around? She was not even the leader of ThunderClan yet! He had half a mind to tell her to get her scrawny self back onto the ground, but she continued on.
“WindClan is here to claim it.”
Rookstar’s eyes widened- WindClan? Returning? His gaze flashed out over the cats, as if small warriors from a distant land would come into the clearing, but only a few cats stepped forward. No…no…WindClan was being rebuilt from the existent Clans. He could spot two of his own warriors and the tom frowned. Would StarClan even accept this nonsense? He looked up towards the sky, but there wasn’t even a cloud in the black expanse! Before Rookstar could open his mouth to speak, a strange tom he had noticed before from ShadowClan started to speak. He had received a prophecy from Tallstar.
The leader looked over at Willowstar. When she spoke, she seemed defeated, and Rookstar took a breath before looking at the other cats once more. How could he defy StarClan?