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Post by A.K.A [Dez] on Jun 27, 2007 23:48:53 GMT -5
Name: Birchcall
Moons: 40 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Deputy
Short-Description:
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Moons: 40 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Deputy
Short-Description:
Long-furred brown and white tom with green eyes.Picture:
Description:
Birchcall is a long-haired cat, resembling a Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest Cat. He has a brown tabby pelt with a white chest, underbelly, and paws. The rest of his fur is a light brown color that has distinctive tabby markings on it. It's silky and smooth to the touch, but when dampened it takes a while to dry (such is the woe of long-haired cats). He has black tufts of fur on his ears, akin to that of a larger cat's. Birchcall is a lithe cat, built for running and hunting more than fighting. Or so one would think, by looking at him. However, despite his slight build, Birchcall is stronger than he looks. Long fur hides powerful shoulder muscles and forepaws, and he uses this deceptive look to fool enemies into thinking his offense is weaker than his defense. Birchcall has light, leaf green eyes and large ears which help with his hearing. As most cats do, Birchcall has an acute sense of smell, sight, and hearing. His night vision is exceptional, allowing him to pierce the darkest shadows where foes may be lurking. A calm, cool exterior hides a fierce warrior blazing inside. There are some things you can't tell about a cat just by looking at them...Personality:
Birchcall usually seems completely and totally at peace with the world, going about his business in an efficient and dutiful manner. He's loyal to the end; once he starts to fight for a cause, he will not give up. Even though he looks peaceful on the outside, cats who have known him for a long while understand that he can, indeed, be a vicious killer when necessary. His true passion only shows when he's protecting, fighting, or otherwise helping his Clan. Birchcall keeps his very strong emotions at bay most of the time, after realizing that hot-headness can bring about disaster. He will analyze a situation from every angle before making a descision, even when others insist he should go with his gut instinct. Birchcall is amiable towards his Clan mates, and always has a friendly word here or there. Still, for the most part, he remains a mystery and an enigma to many of his fellow StormClan cats. Some wonder if he really means anything he says, or if his clam and kind disposition is really Birchcall's true nature. Birchcall has a secret about his kithood that no one knows, not even his leader. If anybody has suspected anything about Birchcall before, no one has been able to form a truly accurate hypothesis about him. Few know what happened in his past or what he's like in a more "relaxed" state.History:
Birchcall was born in StormClan to two brave warriors who raised him well. Ever since had seen the Clan leave for a Gatherig for the first time, he had wanted to be somebody important. Imagine, being able to stand in front of all those cats and call for order as the Gathering began...a chill ran down his spine just thinking about it. Birchcall was indeed a very ambitious kit. By the time he was an apprentice, Birchcall had set his goals a little lower, aiming to first become a warrior...and a good one, at that. But to get there, it would take a lot of work. When others asked if he would like to play, Birchcall stoically refused and practiced his stalking, crouching, jumping, etc. He didn't feel all that left out, because he was working toward a goal...let the others waste their time chasing butterflies while he was making progress. Kowing that he wouldn't get anyhwere by just standing around and doing what he thought looked right, Birchcall tailed a few mentors and apprentices outside of camp to watch a few training sessions. He would later copy the moves until they were as good as he could get them. But this wasn't enough; he needed a mentor to make more headway. Fighting moves, especially, were very hard to practice when you didn't have a living target. Leaves and bugs were quite different from an actual warrior...being a clever kit, he knew that much. And so, Birchcall kept practicing while waiting impatiently for his apprentice ceremony. When that day finally came about, he was so excited he couldn't sleep. On his very first training session, Birchcall surprised his mentor by dropping instinctively into a crouch that was too good for a very new apprentice to know. His mentor asked if he had ever done crouches before, and Birchcall replied by shrugging lightly and mewing, "Oh, well, we kits used to play hunting games a lot with each other...". Had his mentor known that Birchcall rarely stuck around his nurserymates, he would have known it was a lie (or at least not the entire truth). But he didn't. So Birchcall gained a headstart when compared to his fellow apprentices, and was constantly praised by his mentor for "catching on" so quickly. No one suspected that he had practiced earlier. His training plan had gone off without a hitch. As time passed, Birchcall became more clever, making sure to hold back just a little bit before doing the move correctly. He would ask another time as if making sure he was doing it right, or mess up once or twice on purpose. But after that, Birchcall would always preform nearly flawlessly...Role Playing Example:
He was made a warrior a little earlier than the other apprentices, and after being a dependable warrior for some moons, he was named deputy. Birchcall had achieved his dream. Not even he knows what will come next.
It was sunset, Birchcall's favorite time of day...why? So many cats loved dawns, because of the "start of a new day" cliche. But this was the end of an old day; a chance to watch the sun disappear and leave the forest in darkness. He remembered finding his favorite spot to watch the sun go down when he was just an apprentice...ever since he had first seen a clear view of the darkening sky, he had loved that time with all his heart. The spot where Birchcall loved to watch the sun sink out of sight was a rock formation that jutted up into the sky. As if the view from on top wasn't good enough, there was a small hollow just big enough for a cat Birchcall's size to sit in. It looked directly out through the trees and towards the horizon where the sun would eventually fall to. Where else could you find the spectacular red hues that darkened to purple and then a deep blue? And when else could you watch the very first warrior of StarClan emerge from the blackness to shine brightly? Nowehere but sudown. He had watched the spectacle almost every day since he had found the spot, and it never let him down. Each time, Birchcall would wait until the first star had appeared before leaving. Today's time was almost up; blackness had swept over the forest and the dark blue sky was already starting to twinkle with more stars. A dark form crept lithely out of the hollow and leapt downwards, jumping from outcrop to outcrop and landing on the ground on all fours. Birchcall looked up at the sky one last time, blinking slowly. His eyes glowed in the dim light before he turned and padded back to camp, looking forward to a long night's rest. Birchcall was somehow always calmer after watching the sun set, but tonight, restless thoughts crowded his head as soon as he left the spot. Pushing them aside, Birchcall forced himself to think of absolutely nothing the whole way back home. Upon arriving at the StormClan camp, he nodded to the night guard and headed to the warriors den. Warm, familiar scents filled the den, along with the sound of deep breathing. There was the occasional rustle as a cat twitched in his sleep, and then lay still. Birchcall stood watching his Clanmates for a moment before heading over to his nest and curling up with his tail over his nose. The tom's eyes slowly closed as he grew more and more drowsy, eventually drifting away into sleep. His last thought was one that he would not remember in the morning...Codeword: Rapids
How shall I protect them all?
Other:
Done. =3
