Post by Lemon on Mar 30, 2012 16:07:25 GMT -5
Name:: Shadestep
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 32 Moons
Clan/ Group:: RiverClan
Postion:: Deputy
Description::
Dark grey pelt and green/yellow eyes. Fair sized, about what you would expect a tom to be.
Personality::Very serious but can get embarrassed, especially if you point out something he did wrong. He can be a bit gruff, especially to apprentices and kits. He highly respects those who are older than him and tries to help the clan as best as he can. He's never had an apprentice and doesn't believe he'd be a good mentor.
Family::
Mate: None.
Mother: Maplepelt- Deceased. She died of old age.
Father: Snaketail- Deceased. Unknown cause of death.
Siblings: None.
History:: Grew up in RiverClan his entire life. Shadestep's mother and father were normal warriors. He hated to be criticized as an apprentice and trained hard. He was quite friendly as an apprentice. Then his father's body was washed up on the shore one day. The causes of his death were unknown but many thought he had gotten into a fight with a fox or fallen onto the rocks in the river and drowned. Whatever the reason, Shadestep was stricken. He barely ate and drew away from the other cats. Snaketail's death caused him and his mother much pain. He had been a loving father and was now gone. Mapleheart had gone to the medicine cat and asked if they would speak to Snaketail in StarClan. But the cat either could not reach him or did not tell Mapleheart anything.
Shadepelt's father's death caused his mother to retire only two moons later. This also saddened him because now he would see even less of his mother too. Nonetheless, he was able to get on with life even if he had changed. He became extremely serious, never seeming to joke around with his clanmates. The tom became deputy at twenty-nine moons of age. Only one moon later his mother passed away.
RolePlay Sample::
Shadestep sat poised by the water's edge. His eyes flicked across the smooth surface, searching for movement. Suddenly, he shot his paw into the water and caught a fish with his claw. The tom flicked his paw, sending the fish onto land where he bit its head, killing it instantly. The smell of the fresh-kill was tempting but he shook the thought away and sighed. The clan always had to come first
.
The grey tom picked up the fish and trotted over to the rest of his patrol.
"Let's get back," he mewed, glancing at the setting sun. A cool night breeze swept through his fur. His patrol obliged and followed after him back to camp.
Please let me know if anything needs to be added or clarified ^^
