Post by Possk on Apr 16, 2010 18:49:20 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
Ragweed[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
Male[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
46 moons[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
RiverClan[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
Senior Warrior[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
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Chocolate brown tomcat with spiky fur and several markings
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
Ragweed is adorned with various markings, ranging from simple black spots to long ranging horizontal stripes alongside his eyes. The tomcat has wide black foreleg striping as well as pale black rosettes on his back and haunches. With his base color being a light chocolate brown, his fur, as his name suggests, is very raggedy, spiky in several places in his matted fur. Unlike most cats, Ragweed is usually unkempt with his fur sticking out all over the place. Try as he might, grooming it doesn't seem to do much good to keep the hair sleek.[/sub]
Amber eyes always observing situations coolly, Ragweed is not known for having a muscular build. Rather, he is smaller than the average cat, often looked down upon for having been brought up a runt. He is scrawny and meager, not having much behind his small frame. He has only become scrawnier with the mysterious affliction to the river. Ragweed's pawpads are black and soft, not having been hardened from walking along the easy banks of the river all his life.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
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Calm and calculating, Ragweed is renowned for his intelligence and patience. Having grown up as a runt and lacking the muscle build of a true warrior, he goes out of his way to make tactical strategies rather than fighting with brute force. This hinders him however, as he can easily be overwhelmed in a fight. The tomcat tends to be very devious as well, often tricking his Clanmates merely for his own amusement. This has not earned him a very good reputation in the Clan though, and he has gained few friends throughout his years. Ragweed does not mind much though. Loyalty to his Clan comes second to his own interests. He is not as 'ambitious' as some would think, though. He cares little about becoming a leader or a deputy. While he may find them foolish, he does not wish to replace them. Rather, Ragweed likes to take action from behind the scenes, manipulating cats only to see what will become of them. He views his Clanmates as pawns instead of friends. Objects instead of companions. Though he does not show this side of his personality for all to see, many find themselves unnerved by his sharp attitude and odd boredom towards anything other than violence.
YOUR FAMILY TREE
Ragweed's birth was not one to be considered unique or even remotely interesting. Rather, the only thing of interest was that he was born several days early than expected to two average warriors. Out of a litter of three, his two sisters grew up alongside him, but died one afternoon as apprentices when they wandered too close to the river, unable to swim against its current and promptly drowned. It has been several moons since then and Ragweed has outlived both his mother and father. He has no other kin (except perhaps distantly related) in the Clan, and currently has no interest whatsoever in taking a mate.[/sub]
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
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The leaves twitched as the soft breeze billowed through the trees, sunlight peeking through the thin branches. The river gushed by as always, waves lapping the shore and dabbing at the thin warrior's paws. With a scowl, the warrior, Ragweed, flicked his paw away from the water. How bothersome water could be. While he had been born and raised RiverClan, he could not help but detest the feeling of freezing liquid clinging to his fur. As in disarray as it was already, it did not help to have it dry awkwardly and poke his muzzle with sharp bristles. 'Truly, I have to ask myself if I am indeed RiverClan when there so many differences between myself and the rest of my denmates,' Ragweed mused, rasping a tongue over his claws.
Having finished his duties for the day, Ragweed had retired to sit by the river, hopeful to content himself as the sun warmed his meager back. However, clouds were beginning to cover the sky, blocking any such warmth from finding its way to his pelt. As the darkness loomed overhead, the boredom that he had been intent on escaping only seemed to grow. The tomcat sighed. Really, the dark clouds made things so dull. So boring, so uneventful. Not that a day full of sunshine and cheer had its excitement either, but at least it shared none of the constant dreariness the bad weather provided. He lost track of time in his musings and was startled to find droplets of rain falling from the sky, smacking him straight in the face mercilessly. Squinting, Ragweed quickly hurried over to the base of the nearest tree. It blocked most of the pouring rain, but Ragweed was still drenched before long.
His striped brown pelt felt as if ants were crawling through it. The tomcat shook his head and grumbled under his breath. Rain, rain rain. Constant rain for the past few days with little sunshine between intervals. Prey was scarce already, but the downpour had made the small burrowing animals even more reluctant to leave the safety of their homes. Ragweed's stomach let out a pitiful whine at having not been fed properly for the past moon. Worse, he felt himself growing more desperately bored by the day. 'No fighting, no wars, nothing that could even possibly be of my interest. What have the Clancats become, too weak to even spite each other boarder patrols?' Flicking his ears, Raggweed curled up beside the trunk of the tree. Oh well. Surely something would happen soon. It was bound to. With a small grunt, he fell into unconsciousness as he waited for the rain to cease.
