Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Jan 26, 2008 17:04:50 GMT -8
Name: Copperfur
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Echoclan
Apprentice: None
Appearance: Starry-white fur with copper tabby markings that form a mask on his face. Copper tabby markings down his back, legs, and tail. Large, strong paws sheathing long hooking claws. Long tail with a white tail-tip. Strong, long legs.
Forest-green eyes that can send a piercing stare as sharp as a claw. Broad white muzzle with long white whiskers. Copper dot by his nose. Tall, muscular frame with a sleek and powerful figure. Tall copper ears.
Voice: His voice is deep and sharp, but on rare occasions can become soft.
Battle: Agile and strong, Copperfur thinks out a overall plan before dashing into battle. His strong legs and arms help his land hard blows on his enemies, his long legs letting him dive away from an attack, or spring into the air.
Personality: Due to his origins, Copperfur feels like he must constantly fight to gain his Clan's trust, and to be seen as a loyal warrior. He is dark and shadowed, but will not hesitate to speak his opinion even if the time is unacceptable. He often looks past something that seems normal, to find something that even he didn't expect.
His hidden personality makes him unpopular with the Clan, and although he fights hard, he feels like he will never be fully accepted into the Clan. Although his dream, since he was brought into the Clan, has been to become a powerful and respected warrior, he is still a long way from earning his Clanmates' trust.
History: A patrol of Echoclan warriors found him at only 2 moons old out in the harsh snows of a blizzard. He was half-buried in the snow, and bits of ice clung to his fur. He was carried back to camp, for he was surprisingly still breathing, and woke in the Medicine Cat den with no knowledge of where he came from… only that he smelled of loners.
When he recovered, Copperkit was raised in the nursery by a couple of queens. He tried to make friends with the other kits, but they called him 'rogue' after the comments heard from warriors, and shunned him from their games. In the nursery, he spent most of his time listening to the elders tales, and watching warriors and apprentices practice battle and hunting techniques in the main clearing. He hated to be cooped up in the nursery, so most nights he slept just outside, under the stars. He knew if the stories were true, that StarClan was looking down upon him, and no matter where his origins may lay, he could still he the noblest warrior in the forest.
Although there was some doubt, he was apprenticed at 6 moons with the other kits, and began his training. His mentor was a young determined warrior, and Copperpaw admired him with the greatest respect. On his first day hunting, Copperpaw impressed his mentor with his speed and agility when he caught his first rabbit. Although he was not born from Echoclan blood, he still had the powerful legs of the Echoclan warrior. Although he grew to be an amazing hunter and fighter, members of his Clan still thought he would never become a true warrior.
Passing his assessment with soaring wings, Copperfur was made a warrior at 10 moons of age. Although his shadowed personality kept him from making good friends, he was happy with being separated and independent from the other cats. He continued to fight for respect, but Clan members still doubted his strength. Although Copperfur feared the life of a loner, he still defended his roots if anyone dared to insult him or his origins. Although he still fights for recondition, he has developed a fear for insults among his Clan members, for his long claws intimidated even the bravest warrior.
Family: None
SW: Copperfur padded through the sage tunnel, the entrance to the Echoclan camp. In his jaws he struggled to carry a large rabbit, and the long winding body of an adder. He dropped the rabbit into the fresh-kill pile with a "thud," then carried the dead adder over to the side of the camp, a dim light of pride glowing in his chest.
He turned around to see a senior warrior pad out of the den, but the warrior crinkled his nose when he saw the adder.
"Eeew, why did you drag that snake into camp?"
Copperfur shook his head, just the reaction I expected. If anyone other then me brought a dead adder into camp, they would be congratulated and welcomed into camp by a hoard of close friends.
Copperfur responded, "I thought the apprentices might want to see what an adder looked like. You know, so they can look out for them during hunting patrols."
The senior warrior looked unpleased, "The apprentices see enough adders everyday. Besides, bringing that snake into camp is useless, we can't eat it, it would just sit and rot."
Copperfur felt a stinging comment burn on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back. He bowed his head, "Yes sir, I'll take it out of camp right now."
He gripped the body between his teeth, and began to drag it toward the camp entrance. A group of gossiping apprentices sat nearby, and he pricked up his ears to listen.
"Rogues," one apprentice said to another sarcastically.
Copperfur felt anger burn in his chest, but he ignored the apprentices and padded out of camp. He buried the adder under a bush, then padded slowly back to camp. The apprentices hadn't moved, and they fixed him with their gaze before chatting some more, but this time loud so he would hear.
"Next thing he'll do is drag a bunch of Deathberries into camp and offer them to the kits."
"Yeah, or he'll drag a still-alive adder into camp, and It'll wreak havoc."
"Or maybe..." one apprentice smiled with a mocking wisdom, looking in Copperfur's direction. "Maybe he'll invite a bunch of his dirty rogue friends into camp and make Echoclan RogueClan."
Copperfur had enough of their wise-talk, and he rounded on the surprised apprentices. "You think that's funny don't you!? You think that mocking me is a game, picking on me like a helpless kit. Well I've got news for you!"
Copperfur cornered the three apprentices, letting his long white claws slide out of their sheaths. "I may be a dirty rogue, but I'm a dirty rogue that can rip your pelts off! I'm sure you don't want these in your hide," he held up his claws. The apprentices quivered with fear. He snarled, "Say all you want, but next time know I won't hesitate to unsheathe my claws and slash them across your face!"
Copperfur sheathed his claws, then turned around and padded toward the warriors' den, anger still burning in his chest. But he felt a smile spread across his face.
The three apprentices still sat with their backs to the cavern wall, stunned.
Other: None
