Rollingthunder

[devin]

Name: Rollingkit > Rollingpaw > Rollingrock > Rollingthunder
Age: 38 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Leader

Appearance:

Rollingthunder is a long-haired red tabby cat. While he tries to keep his pelt immaculate, it does sometimes clump, and then he has to pull the fur out, almost at the root. This distresses him, as she is very proud of his long fur.

He is a large cat, and very muscular. Rollingthunder's paws are large and calloused from years of living out of doors. His tail is a bit shorter than average, but it appears longer due to the amount of fur he has.

Rollingthunder's eyes are an amber that spreads into a dilute green color. Very beautiful, and always watchful.

Personality:

Rollingthunder is a gentle cat. He has a deep sense of chivarly and pride, and he goes out of his way to be helpful toward other cats, and sometimes toward other peaceful animals as well. His primary motivation is peace amongst all animals, though he is more than willing to defend what is his, regardless of the personal costs. In essence, he is willing to go to war but never on the offensive.

Very much a lover, Rollingthunder enjoys spending time around other cats. His preference is for the she-cats (of course) but he likes to have a large group of cats around him, and enjoys the company of close friends. Although you wouldn't want to call him a party-animal, he does enjoy relaxing far more than he enjoys tackling the responsibilities of clan leadership.

All of this combines to make Rollingthunder an interesting type of leader. He has a great love for his cats, and treats each individual as an asset rather than a liability, regardless of age.

Rollingthunder is able to handle a lot in life, and he's a strong willed cat who is determined to take whatever life gives him. Ultimately he is willing to make a sacrifice for his clan, just as he always has done. If anyone is going to take the biggest hit from what is now happening to these cats, Rollingthunder will try to take it directly to himself.

History:

Rollingkit was born to Cablejaw and Brokenspirit. Cablejaw was a loyal Thunderclan warrior, while his mother, Brokenspirit, was the type of cat who was constantly looking over her shoulder and expecting that someone was out to get her or attack her. For this reason she was mostly put aside by her mate and her offspring, who did their best to ignore her.

Even as a kit, Rollingkit did everything in his power to be the best that he could. He was the leader amongst his siblings, and he began to spar with his father long before he had his apprentice ceremony. From the time that he first poked his head out of doors at the age of four months, he was eager to defend his family and his clan and therefore to learn everything that he could.

When he was very tiny until he was made an apprentice, Rollingkit had a great deal of affection for both of his parents as well as his three siblings. He was almost inseparable from his father, who he adored with everything he was worth. They would spend long hours simply talking about the life of a warrior and what it meant to be a Thunderclanner.

Not long after his warrior ceremony, however, tragedy struck for Rollingpaw. His mother, in her paranoia, was struck down by a rogue loner. Because she was by herself due to the fact that many cats couldn't handle her constant irrational fear that something would happen to her or her offspring, the loner was able to isolate her and kill her. Only parts of her body were found, and it was assumed that the rogue had been a cannibal.

Rollingpaw threw himself into what he did best: training. He didn't want to spend too much time grieving, as he preferred to think that he might one day be able to exact vengeance on the cat who had done this to his mother. His father worked him hard, as did his mentor, and over time Rollingpaw became a strong and well muscled cat who was able and willing to plow through most obstacles that stood in the way of his protecting his family.

Then one day Cablejaw caught a whiff of what he believed was the loner who had killed his mate. He set out with Rollingpaw at his side to kill the attacker, but he never quite made it that far. The little duo was attacked from behind, and Cablejaw was carried away by another band of rogues, right before Rollingpaw's eyes.

After that moment, the young cat swore that vengeance was futile, and it only led to heartache and bloodshed. When he was made a warrior, Rollingrock swore that he would defend the clan against any intruders, but he made no promise of aggression against other clans or loner factions. From that point forward, he would become, in essence, a guard.

With a strong loyalty to the clan, Rollingrock continued to strive for excellence. He ensured that the queens, kits and elders were fed before he took a single bite of his own fresh kill. He patrolled the borders, and politely asked loners to leave the Thunderclan territory rather than to persist in bothering the clan.

The most recent memory that Rollingrock has was when he ate a piece of fresh kill that wasn't on the familiar pile. It was an unusual thing for him to do, but then the small rabbit was a unique treat for the tom, and he had been hungry after hunting for the clan all day. When he woke up, he was too hot, and in an area that surprised him with its strangeness. However much he cried out, no other cat answered, at least not at first....

RP Sample:

Rollingrock slowly woke. He felt stiff everywhere. His legs seemed to be frozen in one position, and his head felt fuzzy, as though it had been stuffed with cut grass. He groaned and lifted his head blinking the haze out of his eyes. His stomach felt remarkably empty, and it growled. His mouth and eyes felt dry, and Rollingrock blinked again as he looked around himself.

"What?" he said. There was sand under his belly and his paws. He pushed himself up into a standing position and shook, then began the arduous task of cleaning the sand out of his long fur, tugging at the clumps where it seemed to be matted. "What is this place?" he asked, looking around again. This was nothing like the forests of home.

"Hello?!?" Rollingrock called. "Is anybody else here? Am I all alone?" he asked, fear suddenly striking him. What had happened? Where were his clan mates? Was he dead?

Other:

If nobody minds I might use the RP sample as my first post

[Neruka.]

Beautifully written.

Accepted