CROWPAW - SOULCLAN

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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 Crowpaw of the great SoulClan Age seven moons Gender tom Rank apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS black and my eyes are amber Scars None Appearance Like his brother, Crowpaw's pelt is a deep black, darker than the night. Unlike his brother, however, who, while not skinny, is of average size and frame, Crowpaw is rather burly. He's broad-shouldered, with powerful muscles and a wide head. His body is strong and lithe, and his pelt is sleek. He's a little small at the moment, but when he grows to his full height, he'll be quite a large cat. Crowpaw has bright amber eyes that never seem to be clouded or worried. They're round in shape, very open, and they're a beautiful colour, strong against his dark pelt. They're generally laughing eyes, but when he gets caught up in something, he becomes quite determined and the ferocity of his dedication shows in his gaze. Like his brother, Crowpaw has short, shaggy fur. It takes to the water nicely, which is good since they live beside a sun-drown place. Unlike Ravenpaw, however, Crowpaw has a rather stubby tail. Due to this, his balance can be off at times. His tail isn't that short - it's just in comparison. Along with the slight difference in their size, it's one of the two indicators that seperates them. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M headstrong AND boisterous Personality : Crowpaw loves to talk. He can seem arrogant, but he's really just very strong in terms of the way he makes his friends. He'll happily talk about himself, or whatever interests him that day. He's very obnoxious in that he likes to hear himself speak, but he also makes jokes at his own expense, and he knows how to tone down his loudness - barely. Crowpaw is rough and rowdy. All of the games he likes to play are physical, and he doesn't seem concerned about knocking down others. He doesn't do it because he's mean - rather, Crowpaw just assumes that the others are strong enough to deal with him, and he thinks that it's all in good fun. The black apprentice is pretty much incapable of respecting personal space, much in the same way that he has trouble understanding sarcasm. Crowpaw likes to talk back to authority. He's very determined in his own opinions, and he won't do things if they don't make sense to him. He needs to know every reason for everything, which is odd, because he's generally laid-back about other things. He enjoys to argue, but he doesn't do it meanly - it's just interesting to him, and he likes the thrill of the debate. Preferences talking, fighting, being in control, having friends, she-cats Secret Ambitions to be recognized as someone seperate from Ravenpaw. Strengths/Weaknesses he isn't much of a thinker, and he likes to rush into things. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Rosepetal AND Lizardtail Family Rosepetal, Lizardtail, Ravenpaw, Nightkit. Event that Lead to being a Warrior n/a History Crowpaw's parents were proud warriors, descending from a long line of SoulClan cats. He was first-born in the litter that consisted of Ravenpaw and Nightkit. They behaved and played like kits, happy with each other and their lives. All was well - so far. Good times, apparently, can never last. There was an accident. The kits followed a SoulClan patrol where they met with an AshClan once. A fight ensued, a simple misunderstanding, but Nightkit got in the middle of it. And died. Her father, wrought with grief, threw himself at the cat who had accidentally murdered his daughter. A vicious fight ensued, one to the death. But Lizardtail lost. Rosepetal took her two kits and brought them home, and for awhile, they kept her going. But eventually, she killed herself. Crowpaw heard about this from his brother and the news made his knees buckle. But the tom was determined to push it aside, and so he locked it up in the back of his mind, telling himself it would be alright. After all, he had Ravenpaw. His brother. His best friend. Sample RP n/a 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

[Kathryn]

Nice Bio here, my friend.
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