Post by cherry on Jan 9, 2016 21:30:07 GMT
CORMORANTSTREAM
Name:cormorantkit,cormorantpaw, cormorantstream
Clan: riverclan
Age: forty-nine moons
Gender: tom
Rank: warrior
Appearance:
He was born with the greatest of intentions; and yet was named after the Great Black Cormorant. His mother had been very interested in the birds; thinking them marvellous and wonderful. So of course when she bore a large black tom, she named him after such bird. So let's continue from that; his built is rather muscular; and to many he appears to be of a stockier built - almost like a rock. He bares the slightest of limps from a past injury that settled incorrectly; but his stride is still almost unbelievably powerful. He was born with a long - whip like tail, that he can be seen thrashing it about. His short, silky black pelt is ideal for the life of a Riverclan feline; and the only shocking thing that may put him as a striking individual; is his piercing amber eyes.
Personality:
Many say that when he first emerged onto the playing field that the tom was nothing short but a charming individual who won the hearts of many. He played it up with the smile, and the gentle ways that he displayed to the younger generation in his younger moons. He was even told he had the great beginning stages of a mighty confidence level that was next to none. It was why he walked with pride; why his stride despite being hindered the slightest, was strong and proud. They called him almost daring when he would come across the little things; when he was given orders that would of made even the gruesome of felines cringe. But it was because of his courageous moments that he was able to stray from those orders. Now it was never his leader's orders - but that of his own personal mind. He, you see, was possessive and obsessive in his youth. He would trail after the she-cat of his dreams to the point that they feared from themselves. But no one noticed; other then his intended, but he was always quick to pop a smile; bat his eyes, shimmy away from the scene. What was worst was that he would sit somedays; watching - calculating and allowing his mind to work as if it could process battle strategies faster then the average feline. Many who get deep down; notice that while he is confident, while he is daring and courageous and kind - that he is very much false and a great liar. They will also see; deep down, very deep down that his thoughts are barbaric in nature - scary and almost murderous if the cat who is bothering him is getting on his nerves. However, there is one simple fact why he has never acted on any of his thoughts and that is because he is frighten of himself; of his demons.
History:
Cormorantkit was born on a bright green leaf morning; his mother's yowls waking the camp and drawing a small audience. He was something of a surprise when he was the only one born. His parents had thought they would receive two gifts from Starclan and instead they were given him. He was named for his pelt color and size and when he was old enough to move; they thought him oddly portioned. He was easily noticeable by all cats; and he was very shy at first. Trying to hide below his mother with wide amber eyes frightful and tearful. However as he got older; his confidence grew as his father praised his charming smile and words. He would be in the elder's den reenacting famous battles and the whole lot with the other kittens his age. Sometimes he would even rope in the apprentices and before long he was being brought before the leader to be made an apprentice.
As Cormorantpaw became an apprentice; he was given a strict mentor - whose voice would haunt his waking dreams. He would train harshly under his mentor; watching as the tom lay down rules that would of made anyone break. He did his duty tho and he performed excellently for his mentor. In fact the leader noticed his dedication at a young age and made note to watch him carefully. He became stealthy; calculating and quite barbaric when he fought in his training groups. His mentor grew proud and it boosted Cormorantpaw's confidence... that was until his 12 moon, days just after receiving his warrior name of Cormorantstream - he was injured in a fall. It took him out for a moon; and his recovery time was harsh and slow. He trained once more to get better and it wouldn't be until he was 30 moons that he got his first apprentice after moons of rehabilitation. He trained Rabbitpaw strictly and yet with a soft gaze. She blossomed under his training and when she became a warrior he was never prouder.
Now he is a warrior of Riverclan - loyal and just.
Theme Song: My Demons by Starset
Other: [anything else you wish to add about your character]
