Post by alchepalch on Feb 17, 2017 19:41:40 GMT -5
Username:
admin
Name:
Briarnose
Age:
45 Moons / 3. 9 Years
Rank:
Deputy
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Briarnose is intelligent. Most of the time he thinks before he does. He weighs options carefully and notices things other cats doesn't notice. He’s incredibly aware of his surroundings and can memorize a territory just by trekking it once. He uses this ability to form battle tactics, making him a great asset in battle.
Briarnose doesn't really talk. Well, he does when necessary but he’s more introverted. He prefers keeping to himself and working alone. Despite thinking that doing things on his own is easier, he does prefer clan life to loner life. In a clan, he can get his talents recognized.
He isn't always a reserved introvert though. He can become the opposite when put in a place of authority. He can become rather bossy. He takes full advantage of a high rank. He loves being in charge. Just don’t put him under pressure. His whole smart and reserved persona falls apart when he is being depended upon. When pressure is applied he can become indecisive. And even then he can still make the wrong decisions. Especially since he’s a cat who values the end over the means. Especially for himself.
Briarnose loves positive attention. It kind of makes him cocky in a way. If you praised him for whatever, he’d grow cocky about it. Perhaps overconfident. This part of him could really screw up his judgment.
Picture(Optional):
Detailed Appearance:
Brown classic tom with dim yellow eyes.
History:
Briarnose lived an average life, growing up with the cats of ThunderClan. He was seen as an odd ball for his size and appearance, along with the fact that he doesn't really talk much. However, he made up for that in his hunting and smarts. He worked his way through the ranks and eventually became deputy. His intelligence and ability in tactics balances out the current leader, Fallowstar's lighthearted and comedic nature.
Roleplay Sample:
A pair of liquid like eyes watched the camp from the entrance of ThunderClan. His mouth was glued shut and his eyes squinting. As he breathed, fog clouded his vision. The cold pricked through his pelt as if the were freezing thorns. Of course I get named warrior in the heart of Leaf-bare. He bared his teeth, turning to the other tom who stood at the entrance. Basilcloud was made warrior too and he seemed to be happy and comfortable. Honeynose snorted in envy. He had a thick grey coat and enough blubber to keep him warm. He was used to being different but that didn't mean he couldn't long.
"I'm dyinnggg." Shivered a cat next to him. Basilcloud? He peered over to look at the grey tom who had gave him a huge smile. He frowned. Why is he talking?! Does he not have the slightest respect for StarClan and this sacred ritual??! Honeynose squinted and sent the tom a scolding glance before turning away.
Just then, Rosestar and two other warriors brought themselves through the entrance and gave the two a tired smile. He watched her. She held a thin in her maw and noticed that her eyes had bags under them from exhaustion and something else he couldn't quite place his paw on.
Figuring he was being disrespectful, the young tom turned his head and faced the clearing once more. Just a bit longer.... He sighed.
Other:
SCREAM
Number of Cats:
3
admin
Name:
Briarnose
Age:
45 Moons / 3. 9 Years
Rank:
Deputy
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Briarnose is intelligent. Most of the time he thinks before he does. He weighs options carefully and notices things other cats doesn't notice. He’s incredibly aware of his surroundings and can memorize a territory just by trekking it once. He uses this ability to form battle tactics, making him a great asset in battle.
Briarnose doesn't really talk. Well, he does when necessary but he’s more introverted. He prefers keeping to himself and working alone. Despite thinking that doing things on his own is easier, he does prefer clan life to loner life. In a clan, he can get his talents recognized.
He isn't always a reserved introvert though. He can become the opposite when put in a place of authority. He can become rather bossy. He takes full advantage of a high rank. He loves being in charge. Just don’t put him under pressure. His whole smart and reserved persona falls apart when he is being depended upon. When pressure is applied he can become indecisive. And even then he can still make the wrong decisions. Especially since he’s a cat who values the end over the means. Especially for himself.
Briarnose loves positive attention. It kind of makes him cocky in a way. If you praised him for whatever, he’d grow cocky about it. Perhaps overconfident. This part of him could really screw up his judgment.
Picture(Optional):
Detailed Appearance:
Brown classic tom with dim yellow eyes.
History:
Briarnose lived an average life, growing up with the cats of ThunderClan. He was seen as an odd ball for his size and appearance, along with the fact that he doesn't really talk much. However, he made up for that in his hunting and smarts. He worked his way through the ranks and eventually became deputy. His intelligence and ability in tactics balances out the current leader, Fallowstar's lighthearted and comedic nature.
Roleplay Sample:
A pair of liquid like eyes watched the camp from the entrance of ThunderClan. His mouth was glued shut and his eyes squinting. As he breathed, fog clouded his vision. The cold pricked through his pelt as if the were freezing thorns. Of course I get named warrior in the heart of Leaf-bare. He bared his teeth, turning to the other tom who stood at the entrance. Basilcloud was made warrior too and he seemed to be happy and comfortable. Honeynose snorted in envy. He had a thick grey coat and enough blubber to keep him warm. He was used to being different but that didn't mean he couldn't long.
"I'm dyinnggg." Shivered a cat next to him. Basilcloud? He peered over to look at the grey tom who had gave him a huge smile. He frowned. Why is he talking?! Does he not have the slightest respect for StarClan and this sacred ritual??! Honeynose squinted and sent the tom a scolding glance before turning away.
Just then, Rosestar and two other warriors brought themselves through the entrance and gave the two a tired smile. He watched her. She held a thin in her maw and noticed that her eyes had bags under them from exhaustion and something else he couldn't quite place his paw on.
Figuring he was being disrespectful, the young tom turned his head and faced the clearing once more. Just a bit longer.... He sighed.
Other:
SCREAM
Number of Cats:
3
