Post by shade on Aug 5, 2008 1:43:01 GMT -5
Gorseclaw
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twenty three moons
I'LLFOREVERBE
a tom
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riverclan
WHEREISTAND
warrior
on the outside
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wiry tabby tom with bright yellow eyes
MYFURLOOKS LIKE
Though with a more concentrated glance, one can take notice of the distinct, well-kept fur that Gorseclaw illustrates. His pelt seems to be dabbed with the richest earthly colors of the forest, shades of brown and gold meshed together to form his fur. Short, sleek hairs are finely stippled with dark, muddy brown, not quite black, but nowhere near light brown. This brown is gilded with gold, and faintly accented with a dark, ruddy red that enhances the overall quality of his fur, though this is only the base of his pelt, the very first layer. Lacerating the underlying color of his pelt, the streaks and dabs of brown and gold, are thick bands of desaturated mousey brown that proximately network across his pelt, intricate and each stripe different from the previous one. Around the base of his tail and his hind legs is where the most bold stripes lay, flecked with megabytes of gold and red. If it is even possible for one cat to have more on his pelt, Gorseclaw does. Splashes of gold tabby stripes slide down from his spine, like tendrils of golden thread snaking through his fur in between the otherwise brown bands that coarse through his body. Only one outsized golden streak is shown on his back, right smack-dab in the middle of it all. Tendrils of this gold swirl above his eyes, outlining his ears and tracing along his eyes, making them stand out against his face. As if StarClan was to overindulged in the colors of his fur, they added a few gray twirls against his paws, though they are feebly muted by the raucous colors of his fur.
STAREINTOMYEYES
Most now would expect that his eyes would be the perfection in the midst of it all, but they would sadly be mistaken. Gorseclaw’s eyes are just a placid yellow, slightly too bright for his face. They hold a calm tranquility that would never cease in the fire of contempt or drown in the dullness of fear. No, they would forever remain yellow. Just yellow, forever and ever, until they grew dull and colorless when he finally eldered and his claws became rough and yellowed with use.
LOOKATME
When your eyes set upon Gorseclaw, the first thing you notice is his magnificent build. His body is tall and leonine, his frame angular and dense, yet these curves slope smoothly, winding with his body, instead of awkwardly sticking out in different directions. Thin, taut muscles flex and shift liquidly beneath his skin, every hair handsomely rippling in perfect harmony when he moves. He has a few of the stereotypical aspects of a tom; he notably lacks the thick, ample muscles that most toms portray, and the hefty, broad shoulders displayed against their backs. In contrast, Gorseclaw possesses an angular build with emaciated muscles that vaguely would impress a she-cat, though he is still characteristically recognized as a tom, just not one that has nobility and greatness splayed across his features. Gorseclaw is noticeably smaller than the average tom, most definitely one of the smallest in his Clan. Even from his birth he was recognized as the “runt” in the litter.
WHAT'SSPECIALHERE?
There’s nothing much “special” about Gorseclaw, except for the bright red scar that curls around his front right leg, which he obtained in his first battle as an apprentice. Though many of his scars ebbed with time, this one remained, reminiscent of his past.
into his soul
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into his past
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Birth
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