Pantherstrike - Frostclan

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM PANTHERSTRIKE of the great FrostClan Age Two years, five moons Gender Tom Rank Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS BLACK and my eyes are green Scars Beneath the dark fur, Pantherstrike is nearly covered, from the base of his neck to the base of his tail, in a long series of claw marks. He claims to have received them from a scrap with rival clans, though they are in truth the marks a bird of prey gored onto him when he was an apprentice- he went after something on a whole different level then he, and paid the price. Appearance Pantherstrike is an average sized tomcat with inky black fur. Said fur is midway between long and shaggy and short, the perfect middle length that keeps him warm and cool in either environment, and allows for his fur to dry faster than some of his frostclan clanmates. He has the long hooked claws of his icy-dwelling brethren, and the dark camouflaging color of the mountain rocks upon his body. Pantherstrike's eyes are a very washed out green shade, and have a bright rim of orange around their lengths, as if his eyes couldn't decide whether to turn out amber or his pale green shade until the very last minute, leaving a trace of each in the final products depths. He is built lithe and slim under the thick coating of fur, with long legs and a long, fluffed out tail. His head is the classic pentagon shape of most felines, with a shorter muzzle than some, and smaller ears tilting down over his face. Though Pantherstrike has the slim body of a streamlined feline, he has a broad chest and rolling shoulders that remind most of his namesake rather than a feral domestic species. He resembles, from the dark gray-black whiskers, to the green-gray eyes, to the rounded ear tips, a black panther in miniature. His black fur even has the blue-purple sheen attainable by ravens, and panthers themselves, a color he considers rather appealing. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M CALM AND DREAMY Personality Pantherstrike is tranquil and soothing, the type of feline who puts everyone around him at ease. He seems to walk around in a hazy daydream most of the time- judging from his dreamy, distant eyes and peaceful expressions. He is rarely without some form of a smile on his face, unless the situation calls for it, and even then it is plain to see Pantherstrike does not have his heart in sad looks or angry scowls. It is in this odd way that he is an enigma to Frostclan society. He may resemble his fellow clanmates, and contain their fishing and bird-catching skills, but he has none of the cold and aloof tendencies that make them so well known. Though he is calm and mellow the majority of the time, he has been known to get outright aggressive and volatile over things that have nothing to do with himself- mainly fights between his clan and others, in which he wreaks havoc like a two-legs monster on whomever he locks his eyes on. Being a strongly opinionated creature with an open look on life, he can usually take most comments and actions in a stride- but things that prickle at the back of his neck, or cause a twinge in the fabric of life are not to be overlooked, in his opinion. Pantherstrike seems to have a rather mixed personality- chill, competitive, kind, protective, watchful, more concerned about every and anyone else than himself, sweet, and yet obsessed with keeping himself in line and at peak condition so as to make himself an example for his clan. He is very generous and kind, catching food for his clan and only taking a scrap or two here and there when the gnawing in his belly becomes too much to bear. He treats everyone- regardless of clan, age, gender, rank, or anything else- as if they are a close and cherished sibling, and through this seems to be very likable and sweet. A cat with an openly displayed Hercules complex, he believes he can protect and keep everyone he has every known or met safe. Pantherstrike is the type of felines who would jump in front of a badger for an elder, or sacrifice himself for the life of a kit. He is the type who is set upon saving everyone in the world by whatever means he can, and is also the type who believes such a wild goal is possible. Though Pantherstrike does have his 'black streaks'- being very selfish and greedy about his nest and favorite hunting places, and wildly obsessed with keeping himself clean, and the moments where his severe spine aches cause him to stand through several minutes of pain and rage at what makes him feel such things- he is believed to be a predominantly good being.... the majority of the time. Preferences Likes; Swimming, climbing, exercise, kits, telling stories, fresh snowfall, hunting, fishing, solitude, feeling helpful. Dislikes; Gatherings, running through heavy snow, messed up snow, falling from trees, making a fool of himself, failing in his duties, being useless. Secret Ambitions To train an apprentice to be the best warrior possible, to find a mate, fall in love, have kits... the list is basically that of a normal tom's. Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths; Fishing, swimming, hunting, keeping other entertained, helping out. Weaknesses; Running, pleas for help, kits, pretty she-cats, good stories, orders, hunting patrols (he has never been known to resist one.) How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE FROSTFANG AND CLOUDPELT Family Frostfang and Cloudpel are his parents, and Skuafeather, Owlsong, and Patchface are his kin. Event that Lead to being a Warrior He was apprenticed by a rather old she-cat name Honeywhisker, and turned warrior at about twelve moons of age, taking strike as his suffix because of the notable speed and agility at which he strikes in battle, despite his otherwise dreamy and distant personality. History Pantherstrike was born into Frostclan like most other kits of the clan to a lovely pair of parents by the names of Frostfang and Cloudpelt. He was born with two blank white siblings, one calico, and one a gray mirror image of himself. It was an exceedingly large litter, and one of the white kittens died before the night was up because of the cold conditions of the day. He, however, and his three remaining siblings, spent the remainder of their kithood frolicking in the warmth of the nursery and the chill of the snow outside, alternating between the two under the medicine cat and his mothers discretion so they wouldn't get ill in their first stages of life. At six moons of age, he and his three siblings, Owlpaw, Skuapaw, and Patchpaw, all became apprentices and began being mentored by four cats many years their senior- a group which also, as they were, happened to be related. The four pairs trained and practiced together with the closeness of a large family within an even larger one. They grew together, shared memories and tender moments... and then at twelve moons of age, a time that seemed to literally fly by, the younger siblings were moved on into the next stages of their clan journeys- warriorhood. He hasn't been a warrior for all that long- It has been only a year or so, and compared to many of the older warriors, he is incredibly inexperienced and new to being in such a position within the clan. Pantherstrike, however, is unphased by thoughts about his youth and enigmatic personality within the clan, and simply lets such concerns and words roll off his dark pelt. Sample RP See Ermineheart~ You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

Accepted!