Post by Seafeather on Dec 30, 2013 1:41:25 GMT -6
oakfang
and the arms of the ocean are carrying me
NAME: Oakfang
AGE: 36 moons
GENDER: Male
CLAN: ThunderClan
RANK: Senior Warrior
and all this devotion was rushing out of me
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
Muscled chocolate brown tabby with black stripes and white socks with bright, amber eyes.
APPEARANCE:
Oakfang is nothing short of muscular. Every inch of Oakfang is toned and rippling with massive muscle. His shoulders are wide and sits on his shoulders is a square head with a square jaw. Everything about this cat screams "warrior." His paws are massive which keeps his heavy body well balanced. His torso is a bit longer than most cats, same with his legs. His tail is average length but it's thick to keep his massive body balanced when sitting on something narrow. He has round, amber eyes and a large black nose. Pearly white fangs are set in his large jaws and black lips that curl over them.
Oakfang's pelt is a mixture of dark, muddy browns and chocolate browns. Among this mixture of color, he also has black tabby stripes that somewhat organize the chaos that is his color. The tabby stripes swirl down his sides (only lightly on his spine and about one inch away from it) and wrap around his legs and tail. On all four of his feet there are solid white socks and black pads. Every bit of his fur is that same chocolate brown and black stripes but his socks (which bugs him to no end).
On his massive, socked paws, are pairs of white claws. They aren't thin and delicate, but fat and strong. Any scars on his body are covered with fur except for a large one that cuts across his left flank and close to his belly, and several nicks in his ears. His ears look like a mouse had nibbled on them in the middle of the night while he was sleeping. But if you saw how hard this cat bites, you'd know why his ears are shredded. It's from the last minute rapid digging of claws from cats who got what they bargained for: An angry tom with a mean, unrelenting bite.
Oakfang's pelt is a mixture of dark, muddy browns and chocolate browns. Among this mixture of color, he also has black tabby stripes that somewhat organize the chaos that is his color. The tabby stripes swirl down his sides (only lightly on his spine and about one inch away from it) and wrap around his legs and tail. On all four of his feet there are solid white socks and black pads. Every bit of his fur is that same chocolate brown and black stripes but his socks (which bugs him to no end).
On his massive, socked paws, are pairs of white claws. They aren't thin and delicate, but fat and strong. Any scars on his body are covered with fur except for a large one that cuts across his left flank and close to his belly, and several nicks in his ears. His ears look like a mouse had nibbled on them in the middle of the night while he was sleeping. But if you saw how hard this cat bites, you'd know why his ears are shredded. It's from the last minute rapid digging of claws from cats who got what they bargained for: An angry tom with a mean, unrelenting bite.
and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me
STRENGTHS:
- Physical Strength
- Strong Bite
- Knowledgeable of battle strategy
WEAKNESSES:
- Prideful
- Relentless
- Won’t take no for an answer
- Doesn’t understand weakness
PERSONALITY:
From the outside, Oakfang seems like a rough cat who wants to put everyone to the test, to see what everyone else is made of. When in reality, he's looking for weakness and ways to improve others, including himself. Oakfang likes to believe that he doesn't have any weaknesses, and if he does, he can cover it up by more training, gaining more muscle, more training. Oakfang lives and breathes to train and become the best he could possibly be at everything. He understands that someone else may be better than him at something, and he's okay with that, but when he knows that another cat is better than him at something, he will train with that cat to become better. Nothing is perfect. There is always room for improvement.
When Oakfang came down with whitecough early in leafbare, he quickly came to realize that he was getting older and his body wasn't the same as it used to be. What could he do? He trained some more, but his body was never the same. What he could do for hours and never became exhausted, he would soon become short of breath, but he still kept fighting. "I'll fight 'till I die." He'd say, wheezing. By the look of determination in his eyes, you'd know that he was serious.
On the inside though, Oakfang is afraid. He may put on an outward exterior of tough guy, but he really is afraid of being unusable, weak and old. His biggest fear is being sent to live with the elders or being so badly injured in a battle that he can never walk, see or hear. He'd rather die than be of no use to the Clan. The Clan is his whole life. Without being able to care for it he is nothing. So Oakfang handles this fear by ensuring that he is the strongest he can be, to train for hours on end, and that no one can see any weakness. In essence, Oakfang has the Superman-complex. It's all done with good intentions though, but sometimes you do have to ask for help. Oakfang just doesn't see the need for help. In fact, asking for help is a weakness.
When Oakfang came down with whitecough early in leafbare, he quickly came to realize that he was getting older and his body wasn't the same as it used to be. What could he do? He trained some more, but his body was never the same. What he could do for hours and never became exhausted, he would soon become short of breath, but he still kept fighting. "I'll fight 'till I die." He'd say, wheezing. By the look of determination in his eyes, you'd know that he was serious.
On the inside though, Oakfang is afraid. He may put on an outward exterior of tough guy, but he really is afraid of being unusable, weak and old. His biggest fear is being sent to live with the elders or being so badly injured in a battle that he can never walk, see or hear. He'd rather die than be of no use to the Clan. The Clan is his whole life. Without being able to care for it he is nothing. So Oakfang handles this fear by ensuring that he is the strongest he can be, to train for hours on end, and that no one can see any weakness. In essence, Oakfang has the Superman-complex. It's all done with good intentions though, but sometimes you do have to ask for help. Oakfang just doesn't see the need for help. In fact, asking for help is a weakness.
but the arms of the ocean delivered me
MOTHER: Fernpool
FATHER: Stonetooth
SIBLINGS: Rockfur and Firestep (brothers)
OTHER FAMILY: Tigerpaw (Nephew) and Mistypaw (neice) (both by Firestep)
MENTOR:
HISTORY:
Oakfang was born to Stonetooth and Fernpool, along with his brothers Raggedtail, Rockfur and Firestep. A litter of all toms. These kits were your average kits when it came to making trouble and being just downright adorable, but Stonetooth was the disciplinary parent. Stonetooth was all about engraving strength into a young mind. "You're nothing without strength! Your Clan depends on you." And when one of them would cry or whine, Stonetooth would snarl in their face, "Toms don't cry! Crying is for the weak! Shape up!" Stonetooh was a massive cat so to a kit this was absolutely terrifying. The brothers would do anything to make their father happy with them so he wouldn't shout, but he always found something to criticize.
At six moons, just like every other kit, Oakkit, Raggedkit, Rockkit and Firekit were all deemed apprentices. Oakpaw, at the time, had been given Whiteflower as his mentor. She was a beautiful white and gray she-cat with bright green eyes. Her style of teaching was completely different than the way his father had treated him. She was calm and supportive, but stern too. If he didn't get something right she'd let him know about it, but would have him repeat it and do a tango of correct and repeat until he got it right. Mostly she was teaching the eager and young kit patience, but he soon came to love her in that apprentice/mentor role.
One moon through training Whiteflower had announced that she was moving to the nursery because she was with kits. Though very happy for her, Oakpaw was also very sad. He wasn't going to have her as his mentor anymore, and when the leader gave Thorntail to Oakpaw, he had never missed another cat as much as he had in his whole life. Thorntail was impatient, and demanding. If you didn't get it right the day after you practiced it, you'd be doing tree climbs or crouching crawls all afternoon. The constant disappointment shown from both his father and mentor caused him to develop that hard exterior and strive for perfect strength that could never be attained.
Skipping ahead several moons, Oakpaw was named a warrior along with his three brothers and given the name Oakfang after his terrifyingly strong bite. During his vigil, he saw her. The one that had stolen the stars and moon from his sight. The one that had turned his world inside out and left him speechless. Juniperleaf. It wasn't her beauty that attracted him to her, or her smarts. It was because of the simple way that she cared for every single cat in the Clan. She wasn't strong and yet she would defend any one of her Clanmates in any sort of situation. He had seen her fight in mock battles before. She was no top class warrior, but she defended others more than herself. She was the kind of cat to put her life on the line to save another. And that, to him, was more strength than he could ever obtain. So, he began to chase after her and their relationship grew. Often he would visit Whiteflower in the nursery to tell her of his love interest. She would just sit there and purr in content with her former apprentice. Their relationship grew so much that eventually, they decided to try for kits. It wasn't until several moons later that Juniperleaf became pregnant and gave birth to four, healthy kits. You've never seen such pride in the eyes of two parents than when they first laid eyes on them.
When his kits were older, Oakfang had the brilliant idea to begin training his kits earlier. Oakfang had never lost his obsession with training, it had just abated for the mean time. He would find a quiet spot in camp, away from the hustle and bustle and teach them battle moves. Oakfang couldn't really accept that their little legs and lack of balance just wouldn't allow them to move like he wanted them too. He soon would turn into his father with his impatience and demand. When this turned into a not so silly game that a father would play with his kits, the members of the Clan became very distraught with this knowledge that their father was training them early. He argued and they argued and eventually they won by dragging the leader into the middle of it. Ever since then Oakfang had always received a dirty look or two from the queens of that generation who saw his escapade.
Oakfang has now learned that he cannot always control how others turn out in terms of their ability and strength, no matter how hard he pushes them. His kits somewhat resent him for what he did, but he did it with their best intentions in mind. Now, his brother, Firestep, has two kits and Oakfang has taken them under his wing to try to right his wrong by guiding his niece and nephew how he should have guided his own children.
At six moons, just like every other kit, Oakkit, Raggedkit, Rockkit and Firekit were all deemed apprentices. Oakpaw, at the time, had been given Whiteflower as his mentor. She was a beautiful white and gray she-cat with bright green eyes. Her style of teaching was completely different than the way his father had treated him. She was calm and supportive, but stern too. If he didn't get something right she'd let him know about it, but would have him repeat it and do a tango of correct and repeat until he got it right. Mostly she was teaching the eager and young kit patience, but he soon came to love her in that apprentice/mentor role.
One moon through training Whiteflower had announced that she was moving to the nursery because she was with kits. Though very happy for her, Oakpaw was also very sad. He wasn't going to have her as his mentor anymore, and when the leader gave Thorntail to Oakpaw, he had never missed another cat as much as he had in his whole life. Thorntail was impatient, and demanding. If you didn't get it right the day after you practiced it, you'd be doing tree climbs or crouching crawls all afternoon. The constant disappointment shown from both his father and mentor caused him to develop that hard exterior and strive for perfect strength that could never be attained.
Skipping ahead several moons, Oakpaw was named a warrior along with his three brothers and given the name Oakfang after his terrifyingly strong bite. During his vigil, he saw her. The one that had stolen the stars and moon from his sight. The one that had turned his world inside out and left him speechless. Juniperleaf. It wasn't her beauty that attracted him to her, or her smarts. It was because of the simple way that she cared for every single cat in the Clan. She wasn't strong and yet she would defend any one of her Clanmates in any sort of situation. He had seen her fight in mock battles before. She was no top class warrior, but she defended others more than herself. She was the kind of cat to put her life on the line to save another. And that, to him, was more strength than he could ever obtain. So, he began to chase after her and their relationship grew. Often he would visit Whiteflower in the nursery to tell her of his love interest. She would just sit there and purr in content with her former apprentice. Their relationship grew so much that eventually, they decided to try for kits. It wasn't until several moons later that Juniperleaf became pregnant and gave birth to four, healthy kits. You've never seen such pride in the eyes of two parents than when they first laid eyes on them.
When his kits were older, Oakfang had the brilliant idea to begin training his kits earlier. Oakfang had never lost his obsession with training, it had just abated for the mean time. He would find a quiet spot in camp, away from the hustle and bustle and teach them battle moves. Oakfang couldn't really accept that their little legs and lack of balance just wouldn't allow them to move like he wanted them too. He soon would turn into his father with his impatience and demand. When this turned into a not so silly game that a father would play with his kits, the members of the Clan became very distraught with this knowledge that their father was training them early. He argued and they argued and eventually they won by dragging the leader into the middle of it. Ever since then Oakfang had always received a dirty look or two from the queens of that generation who saw his escapade.
Oakfang has now learned that he cannot always control how others turn out in terms of their ability and strength, no matter how hard he pushes them. His kits somewhat resent him for what he did, but he did it with their best intentions in mind. Now, his brother, Firestep, has two kits and Oakfang has taken them under his wing to try to right his wrong by guiding his niece and nephew how he should have guided his own children.
never let me go, never let me go
ROLE-PLAYER:Seafeather!
WRITING SAMPLE:
I don’t need this~
Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + The Machine
