Post by Sherlock on Feb 20, 2017 14:55:54 GMT -5
Username:
Sherlock
Name:
Kestrelstar
Age:
52 moons (4.3 years)
Rank:
leader (for about 5 moons)
Gender:
tom
Personality:
Kestrelstar is pleasant to be around, if a bit quiet. He's an excellent storyteller, and is generally cheerful and carefully optimistic. A clever cat with sometimes questionable morals, he's very willing to bend rules that aren't hard and fast -- if he believes the benefits will outweigh the consequences, he may even bend rules that are hard and fast.
Detailed Appearance:
bicolour tortoiseshell classic tabby, more brown than ginger, with copper eyes, half a tail, and five toes on his front paws
History:
Kestrelkit was the quietest of his litter, preferring to observe and make concise statements rather than jest or boast. He learned quickly as an apprentice, and although he was a skilled swimmer and hunter, an unfortunate accident involving the drowning of the fourth member of his litter gave him a fear of the river, although he doesn't mind the shallower portions quite as much. He began to spend more time with the elders after this accident and became intrigued by the clan's stories and poems; he frequently composes himself, though not as much since becoming leader. As an apprentice and warrior, he was one of the most skilled charmers of the humans, and one of the best Fang speakers in the clan. He likes to collect bones and glass, the more complete the better, and small flowers; he stores his finds in a log near the WindClan border. With his fear of flooding, he's the only cat remotely pleased by the current drought, but he's still doing his best to get his clan the food they need.
Number of Cats:
one
Roleplay Sample:
Giles had always been an light sleeper. It had given him grief as the oldest of five children and when he wasted four years getting a now-useless college degree. He was grateful for it now, however; in the past several months, awakening to quiet sounds had saved his life on several occasions. So he shouldn't have been surprised when he woke abruptly, except when one is in solitary confinement, one doesn't usually expect to hear much noise. Still, he pretended to stay asleep; the camera would catch any movement, and he didn't want the guards to discover that there was a crack in the wall.
The previous occupant of the cell behind Giles's had been removed only two days before, shortly after the latter had been brought in. At first, Giles hadn't even realised there was anyone in that cell; it was dead silent there for his first day, and only that night (judging by when he fell asleep, anyway; there was no way to tell the time here), when the sound of footsteps woke him up, did he discover that someone else was there. Attempting to speak to his prisonmate had been a very poor idea. The other man had gone wild, convinced that the guards were taunting him. He had thrown himself against the door and walls for nearly an hour, by his estimate, before the guards showed up, and silence returned.
Hearing noise again now was rather startling; everything seemed a bit too loud, even though Giles had spent the two days alone talking to himself and moving around to stay stimulated. He had made up stories, recited poems, gone over old facts and statistics from his psychology courses. Still, there was nothing like the company of another person. Hopefully this one would react better. In the next room, the guards were talking and laughing. "Five new prisoners. Excellent work out there!"
Sherlock
Name:
Kestrelstar
Age:
52 moons (4.3 years)
Rank:
leader (for about 5 moons)
Gender:
tom
Personality:
Kestrelstar is pleasant to be around, if a bit quiet. He's an excellent storyteller, and is generally cheerful and carefully optimistic. A clever cat with sometimes questionable morals, he's very willing to bend rules that aren't hard and fast -- if he believes the benefits will outweigh the consequences, he may even bend rules that are hard and fast.
Detailed Appearance:
bicolour tortoiseshell classic tabby, more brown than ginger, with copper eyes, half a tail, and five toes on his front paws
History:
Kestrelkit was the quietest of his litter, preferring to observe and make concise statements rather than jest or boast. He learned quickly as an apprentice, and although he was a skilled swimmer and hunter, an unfortunate accident involving the drowning of the fourth member of his litter gave him a fear of the river, although he doesn't mind the shallower portions quite as much. He began to spend more time with the elders after this accident and became intrigued by the clan's stories and poems; he frequently composes himself, though not as much since becoming leader. As an apprentice and warrior, he was one of the most skilled charmers of the humans, and one of the best Fang speakers in the clan. He likes to collect bones and glass, the more complete the better, and small flowers; he stores his finds in a log near the WindClan border. With his fear of flooding, he's the only cat remotely pleased by the current drought, but he's still doing his best to get his clan the food they need.
Number of Cats:
one
Roleplay Sample:
Giles had always been an light sleeper. It had given him grief as the oldest of five children and when he wasted four years getting a now-useless college degree. He was grateful for it now, however; in the past several months, awakening to quiet sounds had saved his life on several occasions. So he shouldn't have been surprised when he woke abruptly, except when one is in solitary confinement, one doesn't usually expect to hear much noise. Still, he pretended to stay asleep; the camera would catch any movement, and he didn't want the guards to discover that there was a crack in the wall.
The previous occupant of the cell behind Giles's had been removed only two days before, shortly after the latter had been brought in. At first, Giles hadn't even realised there was anyone in that cell; it was dead silent there for his first day, and only that night (judging by when he fell asleep, anyway; there was no way to tell the time here), when the sound of footsteps woke him up, did he discover that someone else was there. Attempting to speak to his prisonmate had been a very poor idea. The other man had gone wild, convinced that the guards were taunting him. He had thrown himself against the door and walls for nearly an hour, by his estimate, before the guards showed up, and silence returned.
Hearing noise again now was rather startling; everything seemed a bit too loud, even though Giles had spent the two days alone talking to himself and moving around to stay stimulated. He had made up stories, recited poems, gone over old facts and statistics from his psychology courses. Still, there was nothing like the company of another person. Hopefully this one would react better. In the next room, the guards were talking and laughing. "Five new prisoners. Excellent work out there!"
