Post by //Sunneh// is FuMiNg on Sept 20, 2010 17:33:22 GMT -6
this i know
name
Strickenshadow
here i call home
clan
IvyClan
this i am
gender
Tom
how long i have been
age
20 Moons
they see my skill
position
Warrior
my words are heard
personality
Although he constantly denies it, Strickenshadow has anger-issues and is extremely sensitive about his height. Especially when his brother, Proudstep, a large and muscular tom, comments on it. Cats of his clan have learned not to talk about size around him, unwilling to take the risk of getting their ears clawed off. Despite his temper, Strickenshadow is quite outgoing and kindly, and has few enemies outside of battle.
He treats the cats of other clans with friendliness and respect, and has made many friends at Gatherings. But, if a friend ever meets him in battle, Strickenshadow forgets all past loyalties. It doesn’t matter how close he is to them, if they’re in his way, he’ll rip them apart if he has to.
He doesn’t take kindly to traitors and resents Duskwing for leaving IvyClan. Strickenshadow thinks any cat that leaves the clan of their birth are scum and deserve absolutely nothing from other clans, except for death.
If anything, loyalty has always been his strong trait. When Strickenshadow was an apprentice, the IvyClan cats thought that his friendship with cats of other clans would get him and his clan in trouble. But they were wrong. Dead wrong. Instead of weakening him in battle, his friendship and loyalty empowered him. Instead of loosening his tongue at Gatherings, his friendship and loyalty made him pick his words carefully, and sometimes even got him information from other clans.
my reflection torn
description
Strickenshadow is a glossy white tom with jet black paws, an unusual combination for a pure-blooded warrior. He is quite small for a tom his age, but makes up for it with unusual speed, agility, and ferocity. In battle he is a white and black blur, nearly untouchable by his enemies. He has piercing amber eyes shot with red streaks. They turn a dark orange when he is angry, and brighten when he is calm. The tip of Strickenshadow’s tail is as black as his paws, and he uses it to distract his opponents.
A favorite past-time of his is to sharpen his already deadly claws, making him able to tear though flesh with ease. This is another trait that makes up for his small size.
those who came before
parents
Foxhunter and Russetpelt
they who stand by my side
littermates
Proudstep
this i have seen
history
On a cold leaf-bare morning, Strickenkit was born. He appeared so small and helpless, especially next to his hefty brother, that IvyClan was sure that this tiny black-and-white kit would die. But there was fire in that heart and Strickenkit survived, healthy as a kit twice as large.
When he grew older he was ridiculed for his small height, a practice that stopped after a suspicious accident involving an apprentice getting his head stuck in a rabbit hole for almost a sun.
Strickenpaw trained twice as hard as most apprentices and often limped to the apprentices den after intense battle training to collapse to the ground, immediately asleep. Pretty soon he was more than a match for cats as big as Proudstep and embarrassed quite a few warriors in practice matches.
It wasn’t long before IvyClan stopped looking down on him, and he was accepted as a full-fledged warrior. But, behind his back, younger cats still fondly call him “the feisty little tom”.
these my words
role-play example
“Hey, get over here you little flea. I can’t patch up the nursery alone.”
Silence fell upon the clan as the ash-colored warrior snapped out an order. No one had to ask who he was addressing. Even the youngest kit knew. Slowly, simultaneously, all eyes turned to Strickenshadow. The undersized warrior looked unusually calm—only his narrowed eyes gave his annoyance away.
“Were you talking to me?” he asked, his voice deathly quiet.
The gray warrior snorted. “Yes, I was. I guess your brain is as small as you are.”
The gray tom chuckled at his own joke, then suddenly, Strickenshadow had him pinned to the ground. His claws were inches from the offenders neck. All he had to do was flick his jet-black paw and the tom would live no more.
After a long moment Strickenshadow released his fellow warrior, a small smile etched on his face.
“Tell you what,” Strickenshadow said evenly, his eyes still flashing. “I’ll patch up the nursery, and you can get some training in. You really need it.”
And then, without another word, Strickenshadow took a bundle of brambles and started weaving them into the nursery wall, leaving the tom laying embarrassed on the ground. As his paws moved, Strickenshadow thought that he had handled to situation very well; normally he would of left the tom bleeding on the ground, with more than just his pride wounded.
they who controls me
autobiography
See "Ashheart's Application". Sorry if the personalities too long, he's a complicated cat. ;D
