Eagleclaw && OCEANCLAN

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Name: Eagleclaw
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Ocean Clan
Rank: Deputy

One line appearance: Dangerously dark tabby with hazel emerald eyes.

Physical Description:
Perfection? Or Imperfection? Eagleclaw is a stealthy creature taking the most basic of pride in his name. It seems to have fit him perfectly seeing as he has the heavily sleek frame of a eagle with the speed and lingering grace of a one as well. Starting at his well rounded head he is something of a prince, halo be fit! His muzzle is somewhat short with a stubby tip of black moistness marking his undeniable nose. Trailing upward you’d managed to find his rather short ears not bobcat-like but rather small and slanted with small plumps of hair stuffed within to insure his comfort in winter’s frost. His neck is rather bulky with a thick ring of black around his throat, as it leads off to wide sprayed broad out shoulders, which give him a warrior-bulked appearance in fact. His chest is one of those strong held pride bearers marking him as someone ready for a fight, marked with several tantalizing browns mixed with hazels and so forth. His legs are actually somewhat short as well not the over long lanky limbs of kin and other cats, but more defined muscle of pounce fury. Paws are marked with some circlets of brown on black, followed by small flounced black claws each with a soft ivory tip toward its end. One thing that changes Eagleclaw from what others might lose pride in. Eagleclaw has a normal grace sized tail, which he normally just drags along as if no importance, but in truth his tail is a means of battle. Eagleclaw’s pelt is an array of blacks and browns dabbled together in instant maturity of feline, giving him a strong handsome look even for an apprentice. Such strong nature and perfect bulk makes him fearful yet beautiful altogether. The windows of his soul are the intertwined of hazel and light brown with hints of green just along his pupils end.


Personality:
Welcome to Domination. Oh yes, I said it. Eagleclaw is a little domineering toward his siblings and his peers, he doesn’t like to be disobeyed or disrespected. He believes he should punish those who do such a crime with brute force. He is rather blunt toward others, and loves to speak his mind. His tends to be stubborn and quite a hand full of arrogance, making him one tough cookie to crumble. While he is something of a brute, deep within him is a harboring need to protect the innocent. Eagleclaw feels within his innocence was taken at a young age and now wishes to protect innocence in kits and siblings alike. In the means of saving them from conflict within the clan and in other methods such as outside clan life. Eagleclaw is perfectly able to show affection, however, he has an inner conflict of whether or not this will affect his pride. When in open presence of others he is bitter, quiet, and reserved in a manner. When brought into a closed off spot where no one can overhear or watch, his loving manner will shine through like the moon in a starless night. Burning with the intensity of a thousand fireflies. Eagleclaw is a deep lover and very passionate in all he enjoys such as battling and hunting. He loves the two dearly with a fierce need to do them as he pleases. Should he be unable to do, as he loves his heart will be sore doubled in stern annoyance of the world around him. Never having experienced actual love or even a crush before, his first will be clumsy and he will be overly kind or even overly protective of his feelings.

Eagleclaw’s happiness is normally filled with shouts and pounces into open air uncaring of who hears him bouncing along through brush and bush. His eyes will glow with a hum of amber flames, leaping out toward the sky with contentment. Sadness is not expressed but normally would consist of silence, tail drawn down to grace along the ground below, eyes darkened to another shade of amber. He will seek out places to be alone and avoid all attempts at closeness. While Eagleclaw is angered his claws will be quick to unsheathe, there will be no words in that moment, but the slice through a tension struck air. His tail will lash angrily in bitter resolve of his next move whether it should be fatal or just a point making slash down another pelt.


History:
His parents were something from a twisted mind indeed. Whiteflower an innocent beautiful she-cat who was simply infatuated with the dark pelted Nettlesting. They were both of the same clan, but Nettlesting was unaware of Whiteflower’s growing obsession with him. Upon the realization of her unhindered obsession, he didn’t want to take her as a mate, his sights were higher and in truth above her. Over the time coursed, however, Whiteflower threw herself at him with constant attempts to make him her own. Within a limited time he gave in to his male leisure and took her as his making her pregnant before he took to battle against rogues where he would die beside a the clan border. Finally, Whiteflower gave birth it was violent and rough against the queen’s small frame in the end she did indeed die leaving her four kits to fend for there own. A patrol would come across he scene and return them home to the clan’s nursery to be taken care of along with the sickly Toadkit, but Eaglepaw and his siblings took to abusing the more fragile cat. Getting them kicked from the nursery to fend on scraps of others. Eventually three of them were accepted easily into the clan, however, Branchpaw was not so much loved within the clan and later drove out.

Goal: To lead by example.

Role Play Example:
Night was upon the forest at this wonderous twilight hour. The winds had already begun their autumn bellow, and under their call blades of green floated to and fro in their isolation. Among the rustle of leaves and the soft howl of the wind, pawsteps sounded within the mixture. The night was eerie, and the stars seemed to be barely in sight this pitch-black night, yet the moon still made it's faithful appearance. Hanging high in the sky it's yellowish tiny shining along the enchanted meadows of grass. The sound of paw steps seemed to increase and then became a light trot toward the great Fourtrees. Leading this typical band of cats was no other then the elegant silvery gray tabby known as Ghoststar. She held herself in a regal appeal, her fur was groomed to perfection and even the winds seemed to have no real effect on her magical appeal.

The rush of paws against the earth came to a pause as the band of Riverclan cats came to a halt. Brilliant emerald optics scanned the empty gathering lands. Shrugging back her shoulders, she stretched her hind leg outwards before padding to the center of the rock. She did not climb nor mount the cold stone, instead she dropped down infront of her clan. Her tail swishing back and forth as she looked over all her clanmates that she had decided to bring along. Most were in need of cheering up hence her decision in the matter. 'Riverclan, it seems we have arrived early, when the others get here. Hold your tongues until the end of the gathering. We will allow a moment of talking before the gathering is fully dismissed.' Those bright eyes fell on the form of Thornpaw and then Ic-no that was Soulpaw. Sighing softly, Ghoststar slumped lightly onto the ground. Her eyes closing as she turned to face the ground, listening to the call of the wind, and it's light caress along her pelt.


Picture: Dun Have one. ;[

[~Rawr~]

Acceptederoonie! Love him! *huggles Eagleclaw*

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I haz deputy!