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  • The Golden Sun || Clan of the Brilliant || Sign up, HPs open

    Cat's name: Clawtail
    gender: male
    rank: Warrior
    age: 56 moons
    mate/crush: N/A (Availible)
    kits: N/A
    traits: Clawtail is a brave and very somber and intelligent cat. His preference to peace instead of constant war has made him a better warrior; not eager to spill blood but will when absolutely nessecary. He holds a quiet, mystery about him as well as a rather hidden long ago bitterness but he is very patient and cares for all of his clanmates; although he can be very strict and sharp-tongued as well as intimidating but he is really a giant softey under all the tough bitter outer shell.

    history (needed) : Originally; Clawtail's name was Lionkit. His mother always lo ed the young Lionkit and always said soothing calm words to him. Although he had never knew his father; his mother was always there until when he became an apprentice. Lionpaw at the time had been ambushed by rogues and nearly died from the experiance. When he had woken up; his mother was looking at him in horror; he had been horribly disfigured on one side of his face; his shoulder had been almost critically injured. His mother was absolutely disgusted and abandoned him; she never saw him as Lionpaw, just a disfigured monster. When he tried to seek encouragement from his mother she simply brushed him off; finally she took the last straw; forcing the leader to renamed him Clawpaw. At that moment he knew; his mother didn't see him as Lionpaw her son; but as a monster, a nightmare she never wanted. He slipped into a depression and had no eagerness to continue on as an apprentice; not only because of his mother, it was because of his shoulder; although he could still move it, it was still almost close to impossible to even do most battle moves. But after awhile he got over it and became a strong warrior; stronger than most cats could ever possibly reach; although he still remained bitter, he still remained loyal and unwavering as well as hard working and honest.
    Picture of cat : other: Roleplay sample:

  • The Golden Sun || Clan of the Brilliant || Sign up, HPs open

    Since my Kindle Fire isnt cooperating with me; I'll finish the rest of Clawtail's form on this post:
    Picture of Cat:

    Other: 'I swear by the sun'
    Roleplay Sample: Clawtail limped to the small puddle that had held yesterday's rainfall. The muscular cat awkwardly bent his head down; tentavely lapping at the water. It wasn't hard to see that this tom was powerful; every definition of muscle shown through his sleek pelt. But yet; it wasn't hard to tell he had a tougher life than the rest of his clanmates; scars lined his back shoulders and hindquarters as well... as half of his face. He knew when he got stares the cat was either horrified by his appearance or disgusted. It was the norm for him and it didn't bother him anymore; but it vaguely hurt still. He had watched his clanmates raise families yet he would never set paw on the same path. He didn't regret his path though. Clawtail stretched out; his awkward shoulder moving stiffly. Turning; he felt an odd chill in the breeze; deep down he felt unnerved.. what would happen now?

  • The Quest (Camp Half-Blood Sign up and RP)

    OOC: Everyone is accepted! I'll start off the RP. (Lol Thorn is my last name XD)
    IC: Ian stared vacantly ahead, he had a hoodie on with the hood to cover his face. He had Chiron explain to the camp's demigods to why he was there; he wasn't surprised no one remembered him. He rarely visited and was always on some missions wth the satyrs to bring back demigods safely... not likely they had remembered him anyways, his face was always hidden from view. He had heard the names of the demigods that Chiron had chosen and remembered them all promptly, he went over the names in his head, Carrie, Carson, Bree, Amber, and Delvia.' His molten constantly shifting gold eyes stared ahead, since he was the eldest and knew where monsters could be lying in wait he was leader of this quest... but he was sure that Chiron had made him leader to test him, for his father was Thantos the keeper of the gateways of death. He absentmindedly twirled a sword in his fingers, rather expertly as he gazed ahead distantly. He glanced up as soon as he saw Chiron come in, the centaur he knew since he was born. As far as he was concerned, Chiron was his father, not Thantos. He stood up as Chiron said, "It's time for you to greet your team for the quest." Stopping the twirling of the sword in his head, he placed it in his scabard at his hip. Walking out; he leaned against the Big House, waiting. After a few moments, he decided to pull back his hood, at least the quest members would trust him better if they could see his face. He gazed towards the lake, feeling nostalgic as the sun rose, casting his face in a warm glow, his gld eyes set ablaze. He was very tall; and considerably very intimidating at a glance, some of the strange black spirals at his neck was visible.

  • The Quest (Camp Half-Blood Sign up and RP)

    Ian's golden gaze settled on her as he thought, 'That's right... there were more demigods coming along as well.' He said in a well controlled voice, "Yes I am, and you must be Cleo if I'm right?" He stared at her in resignment; then shrugged, he said although slightly defensive, "I was born with these markings ever since I remember." He didn't want to say where he got them from though, that was one secret that was his burden to carry and his alone.

  • The Mysterious Visitor (Camp Half-Blood/Jupitor Jump-In)

    Jace heard the loud bellows of the monsters as they raged forward. He glanced towards Thalia's Tree briefly; a flash of concern crossed his face then he continued his way towards the cyclopes; he moved his sword in a large ark over his head and the blade seemed to let off steam then shift into a large scythe. Twirling the scythe in his hand; he brought it down on one cyclope's foot the cyclops howled in pain; he managed to barely dodge another one but recieved a blow to his back; he was scent knocked backwards and landed shakily on his feet; blue-silver eyes blazing in anger and yet pain. He smelt the tangy smell of blood and immediately knew it was his own.

  • The Quest (Camp Half-Blood Sign up and RP)

    He nodded then continued, "I'm Ian Wayland. I'll be the leader of this quest and if I could promise that you'll all come back safe... well I would be lying to all of you. You all probably won't come back but I will try my best to keep that from happening." His golden gaze settled on each one of them in cold silence, "But be warned; I've been out in the world more than this camp than most demigods could ever have in a lifetime and the monsters are more intelligent and aggressive than usual. If you are caught alone with a monster, run. Do not try to fight it alone unless you want to be killed or have a lot of luck on your side." His eyes narrowed slightly; he looked very dangerous for a few moments as if to get his point across.