Post by Kestrelflight on Jan 1, 2011 15:30:08 GMT -5
ROWANSTAR
name ;;Rowan-Rowanclaw- Rowanstarage ;; 32 Moonsgender ;; Tomclan ;; Shadowclanrank ;; Leader/Warriorappearance ;; Rowanclaw is a massive well muscled tabby tom. He has broad shoulders and is much larger than the average tom. His fur base is a light bracken brown and his tabby stripes are black. His chest and part of his muzzle are white. The fur around his chest and muzzle are lighter than the rest of him. He has light green eyes. The tip of his tail is black. Other than his tabby pelt, he bears no resemblance to his sister Willowsong. He has faint scars around his muzzle from battles mostly before joining Shadowclan. His eyes are cold and hard, often smoldering. They flash emotions, though he usually keeps them pretty guarded. His claws are sharp and he keeps them unsheathed quite often - which is partially why he is named Rowanclaw. He doesnt often smile, and if he does than whoever is recieving said smile should be concerned. He is a talented actor and does not reveal anything about himself from his outward appearance. His strong and aloof nature makes him attractive to she-cats often.personality ;; Rowanclaw is cruel to say the very least. He has strong ambitions and doesnt care who he has to go through to acheive his dreams of power. No one, including himself, really knows where he got his murderous cruelty from. It can be speculated it was never having a male role model, having so much power over his sister from his young age, growing up around hate or maybe its just the way he was meant to be. In any case, Rowanclaw is a killer. He has yet to kill anyone in Shadowclan, but he would do so easily. He has killed loners and rogues outside the clans when he had the excuse to or it served his purpose. He has come very close to killing Willowsong on many occasions, but keeps her alive for usefullness - almost on a whim.
Rowanclaw is also a brilliant actor. He is flawless at masking his true intentions and feelings, having had a lot of practice. He is a master manipulator. He is power hungry and an unstoppable force. He loves battle and thoughts of war - quite bloodthirsty really. He is devious and thinks of no one. He will toy with she-cats when he needs something from them, but would never actually form an attachment of any kind. He has been abusing Willowsong for years and she has the marks all over her body. He scars her, though makes them small and just shallow enough that the fur grows back over and hides them. Her scars are only visible up close. In short, watch out - murderous killer on the loose.history ;; Rowan and Willow were born as loners to a she-cat named Kimya. Kimya's name translated from Swahili to "Silence" which was a very fitting name. Kimya was massive for a she-cat and was a stunning chocolate brown tabby with black stripes. That is where Rowan gets his coloring from. Willow is also a tabby, like her mother and brother, but she has light silvery fur. Her father, though his names and whereabouts were never revealed to Willow and Rowan, had apparently also been a silver cat. The kits got the impression that their father had abandoned Kimya. Kimya had a lot of hostility to their unknown father and so to Willow who looked like him. Rowan took advantage of this from very early on. He used it as an excuse to abuse Willow from the very start. He loved the power it gave him. As soon as Willow and Rowan were early enough to live alone, Kimya left them. Willow hated this as it meant she was unable to escape from Rowan.
Rowan and Willow traveled together for some time, during which Willow tried to escape but eventually just gave up. Rowan held his power over her, slicing and dicing her as he pleased. Eventually they stumbled upon the clans and joined Shadowclan. They became Rowanclaw and Willowsong. Rowanclaw had ambitions, dreaming of leadership and knowing he had no qualms about moving others out of the picture in order to acheive what he beleived was his future. When Rowanclaw and Willowsong had joined Shadowclan, the leader was Ebonystar and the deputy was a she-cat named Nightmist. Rowanclaw had planned on waiting for a battle opportunity to quietly murder Nightmist as he was already in favor with Ebonystar - a dark she-cat much like himself. However, Nightmist discovered about Rowanclaw's abuse of Willowsong. When Rowanclaw heard of this, he took action. Should anyone have discovered the truth, it would have been disasterous. He went out on a patrol with Nightmist and Willowsong, taking them to the borders near carrion-place.
When there, he rounded on Nightmist. Using his far superior size and strength, plus the element of surprise, Rowanclaw was able to defeat Nightmist. He murdered the former deputy quickly before rounding on his sister. He was quite angry at her, blaming her for Nightmist's discovery. He pinned her, slicing her sides as she screamed beneath him. He then let her up and while she cleaned her wounds, he gave himself a few shallow scratches as well as messing up Nightmist's body. Upon the return to camp, he told the heartbreaking story of an attack from rogue's who had sought refuge in Carrion-Place. He told the story of Nightmist's bravery, and appeared the mourn the loss of his deputy in battle. In the aftermath of the loss, Rowanclaw was named deputy of Shadowclan, his secret safe forever.
Ebonystar, racked by grief at the loss of Nightmist, soon became negligent towards her clan. She had never had a strong faith in Starclan, and Nightmist's loss had shaken her. She was well along in lives and began to leave more and more of her duties to Rowanclaw. Little by little, Rowanclaw seized control. All but Willowsong beleived him the valient warrior deputy. Rowanclaw had planned to soon kill Ebonystar - their leader was elderly and he had planned to suffocate her in the night. When the clan awoke, they would see she had simply died in her sleep. None but himself knew how many lives she had left. However, he did not have to do this. Ebonystar contracted greencough and passed suddenly, leaving Rowanclaw to become Rowanstar - leader of Shadowclan. Where he goes from now...none quite know.family ;;
Mother-Kimya, Loner, Status Unknown
Father-Unknown Loner
Sister-Willowsong, Shadowclan, Livingother ;; Here is an RP example so you know my style.
Rowanclaw was strolling, if his confident stride could be labeled a stroll, through Shadowclan. He often went out alone, patroling the borders. He used the excuse of hunting, always managing to bring back something for the clan. In truth, he liked this time to himself. It gave him time to think, to plan. He and Willow had-
Willowsong. Her name is Willowsong now. He had to remind himself frequently. He was no longer simply "Rowan" and his sister was no longer "Willow". He was Rowanclaw - a fearsome warrior of Shadowclan. He had been living among the clans for over a moon now, but sometimes he lapsed into his loner habits. He chuckled to himself and grinned. His claws unsheathed, kneading the dirt passing beneath his paws. One habit in particular he was glad to return to. Just the other day he had managed to get Willowsong alone again. He had torn open her shoulder, basking in her fear and pain. He was drunk with his own power. It was a drug for him and he was a proud addict.
He walked now alone, planning his next move. He was not content to be merely a warrior of Shadowclan. He could do better. He was stronger, faster, crueler than the others. He could lead Shadowclan to new heights, he knew it. Unfortunately, he had chosen the darkest clan to join. He might have had an easier time in Windclan or Riverclan. However, Rowanclaw welcomed a challenge. Now he spent his time plotting. There were two obstructions to what he wanted, and they had names.
Nightmist is easy enough to take care of. Killed in battle? We just need to start a war. He would bide his time. Shadowclan would start a battle eventually - or he would subtly start one for them - and then Nightmist could be killed by him, swiftly and quietly in battle. He could later blame it on their enemies. No one would be the wiser. Well, but for Willowsong. She didnt matter though, she was nothing.
And then there is Ebonystar. I would almost wish she could live, but that isnt really an option now is it? He couldnt decide whether he approved of his clan leader or hated her with a fiery passion. She was very similar to himself. She didnt beleive in Starclan - useless tales in his own mind. She was cruel, able to do what was needed. Alas, she stood in his way. A good ally in times of need, but ultimately only a temporary one.
What Rowanclaw really needed was someone innocent, someone with power that he could manipulat and bend to his will. He would never have expected that the perfect cat was padding along the Windclan border mere fox-lengths away. Rowanclaw was about to run into what he was looking for, he just didnt know it.
A breeze blew, sending Poppypaw's scent to Rowanclaw. He paused, inhaling and organizing his thoughts. Poppypaw, medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. She had a twisted paw, he thought. She was known to be dissatisfied. Perhaps she could be useful. Rowanclaw's ears perked and he masked himself. He walked with confidence and openness, a mysterious and inviting hint of a smile on his muzzle. He could lure her in, he knew it would be easy.
Come out come out wherever you are...
