Post by Sajination on Jul 25, 2011 17:55:05 GMT -5
Name - Thunder
Age - 72 Moons (6 Years)
Gender - Tom
Mate - None
Kittens - None
Parents - Thornpelt (Father) and Whitecloud (Mother)
Siblings - Pebblepaw (Sister)
Personality - Thunder is a rather secluded cat, preferring to stay by himself at most times, though when the need arises he may come together with other cats to help out. However, he doesn't help others easily, it will usually take a lot of persuading and rewarding for him to come out of his grumpy shell and assist. He has a short temperament, meaning he hasn't the patience with some cats and can snap as easily as a twig. He is an aggressive character, despising clan cats and rogues and loners who have chosen a good alliance. He's shady and dark, keeping secrets to himself and rarely being kind and friendly to others. He finds amusement in tormenting other, less fortunate and weaker cats to the point of injuries. He loves to cause trouble and havok among VineClan and the kittypets. In short, he's a menace.
Interesting Facts - Thunder was actually part of VineClan long ago. His mother and father (now dead) were warriors among it's ranking. When Thunder was made a warrior, about 4 years ago, he decided Clan life wasn't for him and became a rogue.
Thunder's name as a warrior was Thunderstrike.
RP Sample (to help with placing you in a rank) -
"Had enough yet?" Came the hysterical laugh of a black and white cat, his bright green eyes wide and his pupils dilated to a small dot in the centre of a sea of green. This cat was strong, his body structure well built and muscled, his shoulders broad and his head wide. It was obvious this cat was experienced, his pelt was littered with scars, though the most noticeable was the one on his right shoulder and the notches in his ears. Thunder's wide paws were pressing down with force on a small grey cat, he was skinny and weak and his ribs could be seen through his ragged, blood-stained fur. "I said, you had enough yet?" Thunder's voice boomed again, his mouth pulling back into a grin, revealing his white fangs. His visage became more menacing, giving him the appearance of some kind of tyrant. Below him, the grey cat began yowling in pain as Thunder's curved claws dug into his shoulders, while one of his hind legs raked across his stomach. "Stop, stop, please, I beg of you! I won't steal again, I promise!" The large black and white tom hesitated for a moment, pausing in his frantic clawing at the scrawny tom on the ground. If he killed the thief now, he wouldn't be able to torment him again when he came back to steal more, and of course, they always came back to steal more, they had no one else to take food from. The second time he stole, Thunder could have some more fun torturing him, and then he could kill him.
Reeling his cranium back, Thunder's face set into a frown, and his oculars narrowed down at the fleabag. "Go, and don't even think about coming back, because you know what waits for you." The weaker cat's eyes grew wide, as if he couldn't believe this cat who had hurt him physically and mentally was letting him go. Though, he didn't hand around, he took the chance and scrambled to his paws, rushing off towards the twoleg place beyond the bushes. "That'll teach him." Giggled Thunder, as he turned his embodiment around and padded back to his den.