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Rookshadow will officially be returning to Nightclan on June 10th!

Updates to his design:

-His mask now trails to his nose like a beak.
-Rook has had an adventurous life and I always thought of him having a few scars to tell his stories. (I just never added them!)
-Lots of new scars from his recent battles at the slums.
-Now taken by Moondust. Sorry ladies~

Name: Rook, Rookshadow
Prefix: Named for his dark fur
Suffix: For his ability to sneak around in the dark like a shadow

Gender: Male

Rank: Thief (formerly), Guildmaster (formerly), Warrior

Mentor/Apprentice: None

Personality: Facetious, likes to playfully tease when given the opportunity, charming, patient, partially sarcastic, will only get serious in battle or a heated argument (though he prefers to keep his cool).

History

Born into a slum of rouges and loners, Rook, was taught the art of stealth by his father and has pretty much mastered all the techniques his family has passed down from generation to generation. At the age of 15 moons, the loner/rogue camp was destroyed and renovated to a new gang of merciless rouges. With both parents dead, Rook and Marsh left the camps ruins in search for a new home--a place where they could start over. At the end of their journey, the two loners bumped in to Nightclan and asked Hemlockstar if they could stay with them as they seemed like an upgraded replica of their old camp. Rookshadow hopes to have kits one day so that he may continue his family's techniques to the next generation but after observing the apprenticeship system in Nightclan, he is beginning to have doubts that things won't go as he had planned.

Facts about your character

-Rookshadow's father, Slick, vigilantly taught him the art of stealth since he was only a few moons old. Because of this, Rookshadow naturally has a tendency of being quiet and could possibly sneak up on a cat on accident--depending on the cautiousness of the cat he is approaching.

-Rookshadow prefers to stick to the shadows than fight head on but he is very well capable of inflicting major wounds.

-Rookshadow has a fairly deep voice but naturally talks softly unless addressing a superior.

-Rookshadow has long limbs and a light, frail figure.

Relationships
Family:
Parents: Slick (Father) and Sedge (Mother)
Siblings: Marshcreek (Brother)
Mate: Moondust~
Kits: Boulderkit, Sablekit, Cloverkit, Rowankit

Stolen/adapted from MistDapple
= Curious ||  = Finds Interesting

= Acquaintance ||  = Friend

= Good Friend ||  = Close Friend

= Respects ||  = Role Model

= Family ||  = Related To

= Crush ||  = Attraction

= Love ||  = Mate

= Dislikes ||  = Hates

= Uncertainty ||  = Intimidates
= Apprentice/Mentor
Dead

Hemlockstar- I have a lot of respect for him since he allowed my brother and I to stay in his clan and allowed us to go to the slums without too much of a fuss. When I got back, I had heard that he had a litter with Voltagedrizzle and let me tell ya, they're so adorable! I hope to have some of my own one day. I feel sympathetic towards him and his family though..... Losing a mate and a friend is not an easy thing. I hope to step up my game and help my leader the best I can in his hour of grief; it's the least I could do for all of his kindness.

Voltagedrizzle- A respectful she-cat and apparently Hemlockstar's right hand cat. When I got back from my journey, I had been shocked to hear that she had been murdered after giving birth to Hemlockstar's kits. How sad.... I don't know what I'd do if that happened to Moondust. Rest in peace, Voltagedrizzle... Wherever that may be.

Marshcreek- My little brother. He's a great partner to have due to his gift of being observant and putting that gift in to a plan to get in or out of trouble. After we finally killed Crag and laid our loved ones to a peaceful rest, Marsh seems to have gotten out of his 'psycho', 'anti-social', personality he picked up after the massacre and I'm very proud of him. Hopefully he'll find love and peace in Nightclan just as I have.

Rushpaw- Supposedly an anti-social apprentice who is just a few moons in to his training. He said it has something to do with his father but even he doesn't know what that is. All I can do is encourage him to push forward and clear his family's name--That's what I would do.

Elkmoss- She appears to be another loner who was recently taken in by Hemlockstar as well. I wonder how many members of Nightclan are actually clan born.

Timberbreeze- She's an awesome she-cat to hang out with. We had a race across snake tongues but it didn't go so well, heh.

Breezefoot- We're on awkward terms at the moment.

Moondust- My kind, small, beautiful, mate. She was shocked to see how many scars I had acquired from my journey but what would I expect from such a delicate she-cat~? I asked her if she would be my mate and surprisingly enough, she said yes! It fills me with joy to know that I'll be able to start a family here, even if it's just Moondust, Marsh, and I.

Littlebird- Pending..

Icegaze- A young Highclan tom I had to rescue from Sharptooth while we walked through the mountains. He kept trying to play the hero after I kept yelling at him to run. Luckily, though, we both made it out alive and I gave him a firm lecture once we returned to the camp. I don't usually yell at anyone but it's so frustrating to protect someone when they keep putting themselves in front of the danger. He might be mad at me for calling him a mouse braine but that's fine, people aren't usually appreciative when they have to be rescued from their own carelessness.

Moonflare- He's alright, I suppose. He was a lot friendlier than I had thought.

Roleplay Information and Example
Ivoryface...? Ivorypaw let out a quiet whimper and rubbed her muzzle comfortingly, crossing her eyes as she tried to look at it. Was he making fun of her short muzzle? The apprentice looked down at her paws, crestfallen at the thought. "I-I don't know, Flickerpaw... It looks really steep." The she-cat whimpered more, looking down at what seemed to be an endless track of snow. She sighed anxiously as the thoughts of many unfortunate scenarios rushed through her head at once, making her more nervous to take the plunge.

Taking in a few deep breathes, Ivorypaw collected herself and started to think of things that made her happy. Okay, Ivorypaw. You're a Seaclan apprentice training to be a warrior. A fierce, reliable warrior with the bravery of a lion. If a Highclan apprentice can do it, so can you. Ivorypaw felt a small rush of confidence flow through her as she scanned the depth of the slope, using Flickerpaw as a marker for the bottom of the slope. "Okay. Here I go." Ivorypaw called out to the tom.

1...
2...
3!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Ivorypaw yowled in shock as she slid down the snowy slope with the gracefulness of a three-legged turtle. "Flickkkerrrpppaaawww" she screamed desperately as the ground below the slope grew closer and closer.

Acting on instinct, Ivorypaw leapt prematurely from the slope and staggered a few more paces before losing her balance to the momentum and falling flat on her face. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Ivorypaw exclaimed as she spat out a mouthful of snow. "I think I bit my tongue." The apprentice sat up and rubbed a paw over her exposed tongue, whimpering once more in pain.

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Ratings:

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✔/✘ PG-13 ✔

✔/✘ M ✘

App : sparkeythehamster

Character : whirlwind002

DOW : Rainnose2604

Description

Rookshadow will officially be returning to Nightclan on June 10th!

Updates to his design:

-His mask now trails to his nose like a beak.
-Rook has had an adventurous life and I always thought of him having a few scars to tell his stories. (I just never added them!)
-Lots of new scars from his recent battles at the slums.
-Now taken by Moondust. Sorry ladies~

Name: Rook, Rookshadow
Prefix: Named for his dark fur
Suffix: For his ability to sneak around in the dark like a shadow

Gender: Male

Rank: Thief (formerly), Guildmaster (formerly), Warrior

Mentor/Apprentice: None

Personality: Facetious, likes to playfully tease when given the opportunity, charming, patient, partially sarcastic, will only get serious in battle or a heated argument (though he prefers to keep his cool).

History

Born into a slum of rouges and loners, Rook, was taught the art of stealth by his father and has pretty much mastered all the techniques his family has passed down from generation to generation. At the age of 15 moons, the loner/rogue camp was destroyed and renovated to a new gang of merciless rouges. With both parents dead, Rook and Marsh left the camps ruins in search for a new home--a place where they could start over. At the end of their journey, the two loners bumped in to Nightclan and asked Hemlockstar if they could stay with them as they seemed like an upgraded replica of their old camp. Rookshadow hopes to have kits one day so that he may continue his family's techniques to the next generation but after observing the apprenticeship system in Nightclan, he is beginning to have doubts that things won't go as he had planned.

Facts about your character

-Rookshadow's father, Slick, vigilantly taught him the art of stealth since he was only a few moons old. Because of this, Rookshadow naturally has a tendency of being quiet and could possibly sneak up on a cat on accident--depending on the cautiousness of the cat he is approaching.

-Rookshadow prefers to stick to the shadows than fight head on but he is very well capable of inflicting major wounds.

-Rookshadow has a fairly deep voice but naturally talks softly unless addressing a superior.

-Rookshadow has long limbs and a light, frail figure.

Relationships
Family:
Parents: Slick (Father) and Sedge (Mother)
Siblings: Marshcreek (Brother)
Mate: Moondust~
Kits: Boulderkit, Sablekit, Cloverkit, Rowankit

Stolen/adapted from MistDapple
= Curious ||  = Finds Interesting

= Acquaintance ||  = Friend

= Good Friend ||  = Close Friend

= Respects ||  = Role Model

= Family ||  = Related To

= Crush ||  = Attraction

= Love ||  = Mate

= Dislikes ||  = Hates

= Uncertainty ||  = Intimidates
= Apprentice/Mentor
Dead

Hemlockstar- I have a lot of respect for him since he allowed my brother and I to stay in his clan and allowed us to go to the slums without too much of a fuss. When I got back, I had heard that he had a litter with Voltagedrizzle and let me tell ya, they're so adorable! I hope to have some of my own one day. I feel sympathetic towards him and his family though..... Losing a mate and a friend is not an easy thing. I hope to step up my game and help my leader the best I can in his hour of grief; it's the least I could do for all of his kindness.

Voltagedrizzle- A respectful she-cat and apparently Hemlockstar's right hand cat. When I got back from my journey, I had been shocked to hear that she had been murdered after giving birth to Hemlockstar's kits. How sad.... I don't know what I'd do if that happened to Moondust. Rest in peace, Voltagedrizzle... Wherever that may be.

Marshcreek- My little brother. He's a great partner to have due to his gift of being observant and putting that gift in to a plan to get in or out of trouble. After we finally killed Crag and laid our loved ones to a peaceful rest, Marsh seems to have gotten out of his 'psycho', 'anti-social', personality he picked up after the massacre and I'm very proud of him. Hopefully he'll find love and peace in Nightclan just as I have.

Rushpaw- Supposedly an anti-social apprentice who is just a few moons in to his training. He said it has something to do with his father but even he doesn't know what that is. All I can do is encourage him to push forward and clear his family's name--That's what I would do.

Elkmoss- She appears to be another loner who was recently taken in by Hemlockstar as well. I wonder how many members of Nightclan are actually clan born.

Timberbreeze- She's an awesome she-cat to hang out with. We had a race across snake tongues but it didn't go so well, heh.

Breezefoot- We're on awkward terms at the moment.

Moondust- My kind, small, beautiful, mate. She was shocked to see how many scars I had acquired from my journey but what would I expect from such a delicate she-cat~? I asked her if she would be my mate and surprisingly enough, she said yes! It fills me with joy to know that I'll be able to start a family here, even if it's just Moondust, Marsh, and I.

Littlebird- Pending..

Icegaze- A young Highclan tom I had to rescue from Sharptooth while we walked through the mountains. He kept trying to play the hero after I kept yelling at him to run. Luckily, though, we both made it out alive and I gave him a firm lecture once we returned to the camp. I don't usually yell at anyone but it's so frustrating to protect someone when they keep putting themselves in front of the danger. He might be mad at me for calling him a mouse braine but that's fine, people aren't usually appreciative when they have to be rescued from their own carelessness.

Moonflare- He's alright, I suppose. He was a lot friendlier than I had thought.

Roleplay Information and Example
Ivoryface...? Ivorypaw let out a quiet whimper and rubbed her muzzle comfortingly, crossing her eyes as she tried to look at it. Was he making fun of her short muzzle? The apprentice looked down at her paws, crestfallen at the thought. "I-I don't know, Flickerpaw... It looks really steep." The she-cat whimpered more, looking down at what seemed to be an endless track of snow. She sighed anxiously as the thoughts of many unfortunate scenarios rushed through her head at once, making her more nervous to take the plunge.

Taking in a few deep breathes, Ivorypaw collected herself and started to think of things that made her happy. Okay, Ivorypaw. You're a Seaclan apprentice training to be a warrior. A fierce, reliable warrior with the bravery of a lion. If a Highclan apprentice can do it, so can you. Ivorypaw felt a small rush of confidence flow through her as she scanned the depth of the slope, using Flickerpaw as a marker for the bottom of the slope. "Okay. Here I go." Ivorypaw called out to the tom.

1...
2...
3!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Ivorypaw yowled in shock as she slid down the snowy slope with the gracefulness of a three-legged turtle. "Flickkkerrrpppaaawww" she screamed desperately as the ground below the slope grew closer and closer.

Acting on instinct, Ivorypaw leapt prematurely from the slope and staggered a few more paces before losing her balance to the momentum and falling flat on her face. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Ivorypaw exclaimed as she spat out a mouthful of snow. "I think I bit my tongue." The apprentice sat up and rubbed a paw over her exposed tongue, whimpering once more in pain.

--

✔/✘ Notes ✔

✔/✘ Skype ✘

✔/✘ Chats ✘

✔/✘ Comments ✔

✔/✘ Facebook ✘

Ratings:

✔/✘ G/PG ✔

✔/✘ PG-13 ✔

✔/✘ M ✘

App : sparkeythehamster

Character : whirlwind002

DOW : Rainnose2604