Post by Titan on Aug 13, 2013 22:21:46 GMT -6
robinthroat
and the arms of the ocean are carrying me
NAME: Robinthroat
AGE: 32 moons
GENDER: Tom
CLAN: ShadowClan
RANK: Warrior
and all this devotion was rushing out of me
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
A red-brown tom with a white throat and light green eyes.
APPEARANCE:
Robinthroat certainly is quite the handsome devil, and her certainly knows it. His fur is a rich shade of brown with a red hint to it, lighting this tom up like a flame whenever he's in the sun. While this may make him easier to spot in battle, he certainly doesn't mind, and in fact is glad of the extra attention. His bright coat can hinder his ability to hunt in the darker ShadowClan territories, but he makes up for it with his fighting prowess. His eyes are a light shade of green, almost pale and not completely attention-grabbing, but they still hold a certain attraction to them. His throat is marked by a splash of white which travels up to his muzzle. His spine is a darker color than the rest of his coat, a darker brown shade which travels down his body before reaching his tail, where the long appendage eventually turns this darker shade all together. Robin's fur itself is thick, not too long to hinder his movement, but enough to keep him toasty in winter and slightly irritable in the summer. His tail has thicker and longer fur than his body, fluffing out much like a fox's.
In terms of size, Robinthroat is definitely a bit larger than average for a tom. He's not completely huge, but he carries an imposing and fierce appearance to him. In battle, he definitely likes to use his size to his advantage, using a mixture of strength and cunning to get the upper hand. He doesn't have any noticeable scars or deformities, just a few small nicks in his ears and small scattered scars easily hidden by his pelt.
In terms of size, Robinthroat is definitely a bit larger than average for a tom. He's not completely huge, but he carries an imposing and fierce appearance to him. In battle, he definitely likes to use his size to his advantage, using a mixture of strength and cunning to get the upper hand. He doesn't have any noticeable scars or deformities, just a few small nicks in his ears and small scattered scars easily hidden by his pelt.
and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me
STRENGTHS:
- clever
- protective
- generous
WEAKNESSES:
- vain
- impulsive
- proud
PERSONALITY:
Robinthroat is a cunning and clever cat, with a mind as quick and slippery as a fox’s. He’s always had a way with words, even as a kit, and this ability has only grown and improved with him. He prefers to fight with words and wit, though he definitely isn’t the easiest cat to best in battle either. He just prefers to try and out-wit another before resorting to his powerful strength. To another clan, he’s definitely the kind of cat who comes off as untrustworthy, with his charming and calm appearance. Despite his quick-witted way with words, though, he’s definitely not manipulative or filled with nasty intentions. Sure, he’ll sometimes convince a cat to join him on a hunt or explore the territory with him, but he’s not trying to climb his way into power. He loves his clan, but he’s not overly ambitious, and while he could easily start himself on the path to power with manipulation, he is perfectly content with serving his clan as a warrior.
He’s also quite the proud and confident fellow, proud of his family, his clan, his strength, and even his appearance. He holds ShadowClan above all the other clans and may be short-tempered with another cat that tries to insult the river cats. Of course, because of his pride towards himself, he tends to also be quite vain, sometimes seen preening in the water's reflection to make sure he’s keeping up appearances. Wouldn’t want to be seen strolling around with filthy or messy fur now, would we? His confidence also tends to lead to impulsive decisions, though Robinthroat usually doesn't have a hard time thinking his way out of nasty situations he may find himself thrown into.
While he may be the type to seem more concerned with himself than others, he does care a great deal about his fellow clanmates. He loves a good conversation, whether it be about something silly like she-cats or a deeper and more meaningful chat. He's the type to generously give time to another, though he is known to prefer spending time to charm and flirt with the lovely she-cats of the clan. He is not a womanizer, though, not wanting to be the reluctant and disloyal his father had been towards his mother.
He’s also quite the proud and confident fellow, proud of his family, his clan, his strength, and even his appearance. He holds ShadowClan above all the other clans and may be short-tempered with another cat that tries to insult the river cats. Of course, because of his pride towards himself, he tends to also be quite vain, sometimes seen preening in the water's reflection to make sure he’s keeping up appearances. Wouldn’t want to be seen strolling around with filthy or messy fur now, would we? His confidence also tends to lead to impulsive decisions, though Robinthroat usually doesn't have a hard time thinking his way out of nasty situations he may find himself thrown into.
While he may be the type to seem more concerned with himself than others, he does care a great deal about his fellow clanmates. He loves a good conversation, whether it be about something silly like she-cats or a deeper and more meaningful chat. He's the type to generously give time to another, though he is known to prefer spending time to charm and flirt with the lovely she-cats of the clan. He is not a womanizer, though, not wanting to be the reluctant and disloyal his father had been towards his mother.
but the arms of the ocean delivered me
MOTHER: Hawkcry
FATHER: Stoneclaw
SIBLINGS: Redtooth (brother), Birdsong (sister), Firetail (sister), Amberclaw (sister), Frogpaw (sister, deceased), and Falconkit (brother, deceased).
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
MENTOR: Rockclaw
HISTORY:
Robinthroat's parents were the loyal and hardworking warriors Hawkcry and Stoneclaw. The pair had gone through a rough relationship, Stoneclaw not exactly being the most eager to settle down with a single she-cat, but eventually Hawkcry ended up pregnant with her first litter and Stoneclaw reluctantly calmed his womanizing ways to try and raise a family with her. They had a large litter, seven little kits being brought into the world one cloudy afternoon. The labor had been long and difficult, and the runt of the litter shortly passed away, but Hawkcry and Stoneclaw were left with six healthy and strong kittens. Robinkit, one of the larger kittens, almost immediately took over a leader-like position over the other kits, his brother Redkit often joining him to lead the small family around the nursery and camp. Robinkit and Redkit soon became the closest of the group, often found together even when the kits weren’t all wrecking havoc as a group.
Soon, all six kittens were granted their apprentice names, a frightening prospect for the Clan to suddenly have six new troublesome cats to train. That number soon dropped to five, though, as Robinpaw’s sister, Frogpaw, soon passed away from breaking her neck in a nasty fall during a hunt. It was a completely freak accident, and while it dampened all the family’s mood, Robinpaw soon found himself learning to move on by focusing solely on his training. He missed his sister dearly, but decided that he would make her proud and become a great warrior. He wasn’t too worried for her, though. After all, she had the company of their original seventh littermate in StarClan.
Robinpaw breezed through his training, Redpaw struggling (but managing) to keep up with his determined brother. The pair were declared warriors one moon before the rest of their siblings, much to their own and their parent’s excitement. Redpaw became Redtooth, while Robinpaw proudly took on the name Robinthroat.
The pair proudly tackled their warrior duties side by side, watching happily (and a bit smugly) as their other three siblings received their own warrior names and the gang was together again, though they were a bit more mature and easier to handle than when they were apprentices. Robinthroat served as a proud RiverClan warrior, and was soon granted his first apprentice, a spunky young tom named Crowpaw. The pair fit together quite nicely, and while they tended to goof off a bit during training, Robinthroat soon helped him become the warrior Crowfoot. While their training together has long since ended, they still remain friends, often giving each other a laid-back break from their warrior duties.
Nothing else has really occupied the tom’s life since then other than serving his clan as a warrior. He sometimes hopes to someday be appointed deputy, though ambition definitely doesn’t rule over his actions. A cat can dream, though, right?
Soon, all six kittens were granted their apprentice names, a frightening prospect for the Clan to suddenly have six new troublesome cats to train. That number soon dropped to five, though, as Robinpaw’s sister, Frogpaw, soon passed away from breaking her neck in a nasty fall during a hunt. It was a completely freak accident, and while it dampened all the family’s mood, Robinpaw soon found himself learning to move on by focusing solely on his training. He missed his sister dearly, but decided that he would make her proud and become a great warrior. He wasn’t too worried for her, though. After all, she had the company of their original seventh littermate in StarClan.
Robinpaw breezed through his training, Redpaw struggling (but managing) to keep up with his determined brother. The pair were declared warriors one moon before the rest of their siblings, much to their own and their parent’s excitement. Redpaw became Redtooth, while Robinpaw proudly took on the name Robinthroat.
The pair proudly tackled their warrior duties side by side, watching happily (and a bit smugly) as their other three siblings received their own warrior names and the gang was together again, though they were a bit more mature and easier to handle than when they were apprentices. Robinthroat served as a proud RiverClan warrior, and was soon granted his first apprentice, a spunky young tom named Crowpaw. The pair fit together quite nicely, and while they tended to goof off a bit during training, Robinthroat soon helped him become the warrior Crowfoot. While their training together has long since ended, they still remain friends, often giving each other a laid-back break from their warrior duties.
Nothing else has really occupied the tom’s life since then other than serving his clan as a warrior. He sometimes hopes to someday be appointed deputy, though ambition definitely doesn’t rule over his actions. A cat can dream, though, right?
never let me go, never let me go
ROLE-PLAYER: Titan
WRITING SAMPLE:
(done with another character I might bring over later <333)
The Gorge seemed to have a strange pull to it. It was obviously dangerous, that much was certain. A drop like that couldn’t possibly be even a bit safe. But for some reason, it had an attraction to it, pulling cats (especially the younger and more foolish ones) towards it. Sure, there were rules, some silly stuff the older cats had made up about it being ‘forbidden’ and all, but truthfully, Lichenpaw found that those foreboding warnings made the Gorge even more exciting to visit. It made one feel brave and important to stand near it, not that Lichenpaw didn’t feel that way already, of course. Still, it was fun, and the apprentice ofen found himself wandering towards the deep cut in the earth when he wanted to avoid boring tasks such as training. Blech. And since today was one of those days, his paws soon lead him towards the infamous Gorge, the sound of rushing water causing him to smile with relief. Finally.
But Lichenpaw found himself stopped before he could reach it, eyes falling on another figure near the Gorge. He almost turned back around right then, not wanting to deal with some cat ordering him to leave, how it was dangerous, blah blah blah. He’d just find somewhere else to hang out. His eyes soon recognized that the other cat was a fellow apprentice. Fawnpaw? Yes, that was the one. He frowned slightly as he watched her, wondering if it was worth going out to meet her. Though as he considered this, the she-cat was suddenly a rush of movement, and Lichenpaw’s breath hitched in his throat. What if she fell? He took a few step forwards in worry, ready to try and help the she-cat up in case she flipped over the edge, but she seemed to pull herself out of the dangerous situation, flopping back onto her back as she yanked her paws loose. Oh well. Couldn’t say that he hadn’t tried. He was quite relieved that he hadn’t had to rush out to try and heave an older cat over the edge of the Gorge. If she had even managed to hang on, that is. Ugh, best that she had avoided that situation all together, yes.
After shaking such unappealing thoughts from his mind, Lichenpaw didn’t hesitate to approach her this time, deciding to meet this she-cat who had dared get so close to the edge. Surely there was something interesting her if she had done that? Unless she was just mouse-brained. That was completely possible as well. Hm, fifty-fifty chance he supposed. He could always find another spot in the territory to hang out if it did turn out that she was just a fool.
Lichenpaw took a few more steps to position himself at the she-cat’s head, his own face leaning forward to peer over hers with an amused smirk. “That was quite the tumble you almost took there!” She was obviously still shocked about it, if her panting breaths had to say anything about it.
Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine
