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Stag
Sept 8, 2014 21:32:10 GMT
Post by Kibbles on Sept 8, 2014 21:32:10 GMT
Stag
| NAMES Stag | GENDER Tom | | AGE 40 moons | SEXUALITY Heterosexual | | MOTHER Lily | FATHER Mistclaw | | SIBLINGS Doesn't Matter | MATE Pebble; None | | KITS Steam, Smoke, Shadow | CLAN N/A | | MENTOR Lily | APPRENTICES Steam, Smoke, and Shadow |
EYES
Hazel | PELT
Dark gray with black stripes and white | SIZE Large | BUILD Bulky |
Stag is a large tom with a bulky build. He is very much muscular, much like his father, Mistclaw. Even so, he takes his fur and eyes after his mother. He has dark gray, nearly black fur with black tabby stripes. His underbelly, muzzle, and paws. He has hazel eyes and a pink nose. His whiskers are long and white. He has massive paws and a rather long tail. His claws are long and sharp. He has several scars and he doesn't bother hiding them. His fangs are long and white. By looks, anybody would probably want to avoid angering him.
POSITIVE TRAITS - Strategist - Composed - Commanding | NEGATIVE TRAITS - Intolerant - Narrow-minded - Ritualistic |
Stag is not a stupid cat. In fact, he is probably the smartest cat you'll ever meet. He is an observer and reacts to things slowly and patiently. Why? Because that's how you beat the enemy in a war. He has been in many fights and he has used many strategies to beat his enemies. Examples will be using his surroundings to his advantage.
He is a composed cat, one that tends to handle his emotions very well. Even in stressful situations, while others are fearful and scared, he will be calm and observing.
He is also commanding, but in a good way. He knows what to do and when to do it. He's proven himself many times while in battles. His sons don't question him when they're in battle.
Of course, with good qualities, comes the bad.
Stag is also known to be intolerant. He wants to have the best sons, the best army, the best everything. If it looks as if someone isn't trying hard enough, he'll let them know through even harder work.
He is narrow-minded, having been taught traditions from his mother. He worships Starclan and the Dark Forest, which was taught to him by his father. He thinks things should only go one way. And that is the traditional way of his mother's teachings.
He is also ritualistic. He does things to show that he has won battles. For example, for the cats he kills, he skins them and wears their pelts. For the prey he kills, he skins them and uses their pelts as bedding.
LIKES - Fighting - Challenges - Climbing | DISLIKES - Swimming - Traitors - Savages |
Stag was born to a she-cat named Lily. His father was rarely around, but when he was, he taught Stag about the celestial beings in the sky. Starclan and the Dark Forest, both of whom his father worshiped. At a young age, he had heard many stories of these places and his father taught him how to pray to them, and what to pray for when he did.
His mother, on the other paw, taught him of her traditions. She was raised in a strict environment, with a strict group of cats. She escaped with Mistclaw when she found out she was going to be forced into mate ship with another tom. She taught him how to fight and hunt. She even taught him what to do with the pelts of the prey he killed, creating a comfortable and warm bed, especially during leaf-bare.
As he got older, she trained him with Mistclaw. It was rough training and Mistclaw didn't hold back. Stag was hurt many times. He kept trying, though. And when Mistclaw wasn't around, he would attack other cats. His mother was proud and watched as he fought with them. He lost many, but won many also.
Then, Mistclaw stopped showing up. He had no idea why, nor did his mother. They had no idea that Mistclaw had been killed. But that never stopped him. He prayed to Starclan and the Dark Forest. He continued his traditions. All the way up until he found a mate.
He mated with her and taught her the traditions as well. His mother didn't like this and went off on her own. He didn't mind. After all, he had someone else in his life now. When he found out he was going to be a father, he was proud and excited. He decided that they would head to the large clearing in the mountains(the territories).
Half way through the mountains, his mate started kitting. She gave birth to three toms. Three sons that were named Steam, Shadow, and Smoke. When his sons were two moons old, he began teaching them his traditions. By the age of six moons, his mate died of sickness. He buried her with a heavy heart and took his sons, continuing the journey.
Now, he is in the territories. He plans on forming a group and following his traditions. He wants to teach these savages how to be a real cat.
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Kiba
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Stag
Sept 9, 2014 2:48:12 GMT
Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 9, 2014 2:48:12 GMT
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