Post by Rogue Bane on Jan 23, 2009 12:24:48 GMT -8
General
Name: Rogue Bane
Birthday: January 23
Gender: Tom
Age: 30 moons
Location: The North
Physical
Height: 9 inches
Length: 32 inches
Coat Color: Dark Brown Mackerel-striped tabby
Eye Color: Day-glow orange
Health Issues: Prone to head colds on wet and chilly days, but this usually only lasts a few hours.
Other Information: Noticeably lean for his size, however, his toned muscles do tend to slow him down a bit, so he is not much of a runner.
Mental
History: Rogue Bane was born in the height of the winter season at the tail end of a blizzard. Because food was scarce, all his mother's energy was focused on creating one big, healthy kit. However, her pregnancy also sapped all of her strength from her, and Rogue Fang died shortly after birthing.
Enraged, her mate had sought to kill the kit for bringing this tragedy, but Night Claw's sister interrupted him and quickly took the kit into her care. Ice Blade had always been the nurturing type, despite her cruel facade'. She was able to calm the new father and help him realize that his mate would never have wanted him to lash out at their son.
Still smoldering, but obviously defeated, Night Claw obliged to let his littermate take his son in while she slowly began to show signs of having her own litter.
Now old enough to bounce around and speak, it was quickly explained to Rogue Bane the pros and cons of living so far from the other cats. It was less likely that a hero would rescue the kits if they traveled too far and ran into trouble, but it was also less likely that a murderer would catch their scent as well. Being the son of a forest cat and a loner was tough enough, but being the grandson of a rogue usually fluffed tails among the forest cats, so Rogue Fang had left the forest and traveled closer to the two-leg city where they would have no troubles during her pregnancy. Ice Blade had come along for emotional support before it was discovered that she too would have kits.
As the kit grew, it was discovered that his father had named him, not only after his mother, but also for what he had done to her. Night Claw still blamed his son for his mate's death and made it clear in every exchange they had, often calling him 'reject' and 'punk'. This mental abuse would never escalate, though, even when Night Claw became his son's mentor. Claws were always sheathed while training and fangs were never brought down hard enough to draw blood.
It was proven how much Night Claw really loved his son when they were on patrol together one day in the fall. As they stalked the streets of the two-leg city, they were confronted by a trio of ally cats. Verbal threats were exchanged before the most eager of the group decided it would be best to end the chatter and lunged forward at the young apprentice. Clearly out matched, RogueBane could only crouch down, unsure of how to defend himself against a Sharpclaw who knew how to fight dirty. Without hesitation, Night Claw jumped up to defend his son, knocking the offending tom to the ground.
Shaking off the fear, Rogue Bane regained his confidence and went after the youngest of the trio, a young tom closer to his age. The fight was broken up before he had the change to draw blood, however. A two-leg came in with nets and managed to catch four of the five fighting cats. Rogue Bane was the only one who got away. He watched from the shadows as the two-leg placed his father and the other cats in some sort of monster and rode away. The apprentice summoned up the courage he needed and sprinted forward to follow the monster. It wasn't long before it stopped in front of a very large two-leg nest. As his father's captor brought out the ensnared cats, Rogue Bane could hear a loud hiss from Night Claw. Knowing it as the signal to get back to the den, he obeyed without question.
For the remainder of Rogue Bane's apprenticeship, Ice Blade decided it would be best to continue her brother's teachings. The young tom still chanced a visit to see if Night Claw was okay every once in a while until one day in the spring the mentor decided to visit him. A collar around his neck proved testimony to his story. He had been held in a place where two-legs select cats and take them to their nests to make them kittypets. Night Claw had been taken to a nest a few treelengths away from their den and had been renamed 'Roy'. Not wanting the same fate for his son, he counciled the new Sharpclaw to return to his mother's forest. With a heavy heart, Rogue Bane obeyed.
Personality: Rogue Bane is a gentle soul and usually follows orders pretty well. He does, however, have a mind of his own and will voice his opinion when necessary and appropriate. He is slightly old fashioned and is perhaps more kind to she-cats than he ought to be, though he still respects them as fighters during battle and will not hesitate to strike an opposing female. Patient and caring, he is often seen around kits when the chance to view them is offered. He is playful most of the time, but knows when seriousness needs to be brought forward. Away from the battlefield, he is loving and affectionate, as well as a little silly. However, one would not expect this to be the same cat when he's on the fight. He is a fierce close-range challenger, though not exactly a cheetah when it comes to pursuit.
Oftentimes other cats may wonder if Rogue Bane really has his wits about him. He can be overly curious about what's behind that rock or up that tree and will surely bolt right into danger without analyzing the situation first. With this go-getter nature, it's not surprising that he would be the first to speak up for a dangerous mission or even skipping that step completely and running head-long toward whatever needs to be done. He absolutely detests sitting around and talking about what needs to be done and would much rather confront the problem without consult. This would be deemed as reckless by cats who don't know him very well, but he has an uncanny ability to slink out of most problems, wether it be by smooth-talking a high ranking cat or out-climbing an already out-witted canine.
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Name: Rogue Bane
Birthday: January 23
Gender: Tom
Age: 30 moons
Location: The North
Physical
Height: 9 inches
Length: 32 inches
Coat Color: Dark Brown Mackerel-striped tabby
Eye Color: Day-glow orange
Health Issues: Prone to head colds on wet and chilly days, but this usually only lasts a few hours.
Other Information: Noticeably lean for his size, however, his toned muscles do tend to slow him down a bit, so he is not much of a runner.
Mental
History: Rogue Bane was born in the height of the winter season at the tail end of a blizzard. Because food was scarce, all his mother's energy was focused on creating one big, healthy kit. However, her pregnancy also sapped all of her strength from her, and Rogue Fang died shortly after birthing.
Enraged, her mate had sought to kill the kit for bringing this tragedy, but Night Claw's sister interrupted him and quickly took the kit into her care. Ice Blade had always been the nurturing type, despite her cruel facade'. She was able to calm the new father and help him realize that his mate would never have wanted him to lash out at their son.
Still smoldering, but obviously defeated, Night Claw obliged to let his littermate take his son in while she slowly began to show signs of having her own litter.
Now old enough to bounce around and speak, it was quickly explained to Rogue Bane the pros and cons of living so far from the other cats. It was less likely that a hero would rescue the kits if they traveled too far and ran into trouble, but it was also less likely that a murderer would catch their scent as well. Being the son of a forest cat and a loner was tough enough, but being the grandson of a rogue usually fluffed tails among the forest cats, so Rogue Fang had left the forest and traveled closer to the two-leg city where they would have no troubles during her pregnancy. Ice Blade had come along for emotional support before it was discovered that she too would have kits.
As the kit grew, it was discovered that his father had named him, not only after his mother, but also for what he had done to her. Night Claw still blamed his son for his mate's death and made it clear in every exchange they had, often calling him 'reject' and 'punk'. This mental abuse would never escalate, though, even when Night Claw became his son's mentor. Claws were always sheathed while training and fangs were never brought down hard enough to draw blood.
It was proven how much Night Claw really loved his son when they were on patrol together one day in the fall. As they stalked the streets of the two-leg city, they were confronted by a trio of ally cats. Verbal threats were exchanged before the most eager of the group decided it would be best to end the chatter and lunged forward at the young apprentice. Clearly out matched, RogueBane could only crouch down, unsure of how to defend himself against a Sharpclaw who knew how to fight dirty. Without hesitation, Night Claw jumped up to defend his son, knocking the offending tom to the ground.
Shaking off the fear, Rogue Bane regained his confidence and went after the youngest of the trio, a young tom closer to his age. The fight was broken up before he had the change to draw blood, however. A two-leg came in with nets and managed to catch four of the five fighting cats. Rogue Bane was the only one who got away. He watched from the shadows as the two-leg placed his father and the other cats in some sort of monster and rode away. The apprentice summoned up the courage he needed and sprinted forward to follow the monster. It wasn't long before it stopped in front of a very large two-leg nest. As his father's captor brought out the ensnared cats, Rogue Bane could hear a loud hiss from Night Claw. Knowing it as the signal to get back to the den, he obeyed without question.
For the remainder of Rogue Bane's apprenticeship, Ice Blade decided it would be best to continue her brother's teachings. The young tom still chanced a visit to see if Night Claw was okay every once in a while until one day in the spring the mentor decided to visit him. A collar around his neck proved testimony to his story. He had been held in a place where two-legs select cats and take them to their nests to make them kittypets. Night Claw had been taken to a nest a few treelengths away from their den and had been renamed 'Roy'. Not wanting the same fate for his son, he counciled the new Sharpclaw to return to his mother's forest. With a heavy heart, Rogue Bane obeyed.
Personality: Rogue Bane is a gentle soul and usually follows orders pretty well. He does, however, have a mind of his own and will voice his opinion when necessary and appropriate. He is slightly old fashioned and is perhaps more kind to she-cats than he ought to be, though he still respects them as fighters during battle and will not hesitate to strike an opposing female. Patient and caring, he is often seen around kits when the chance to view them is offered. He is playful most of the time, but knows when seriousness needs to be brought forward. Away from the battlefield, he is loving and affectionate, as well as a little silly. However, one would not expect this to be the same cat when he's on the fight. He is a fierce close-range challenger, though not exactly a cheetah when it comes to pursuit.
Oftentimes other cats may wonder if Rogue Bane really has his wits about him. He can be overly curious about what's behind that rock or up that tree and will surely bolt right into danger without analyzing the situation first. With this go-getter nature, it's not surprising that he would be the first to speak up for a dangerous mission or even skipping that step completely and running head-long toward whatever needs to be done. He absolutely detests sitting around and talking about what needs to be done and would much rather confront the problem without consult. This would be deemed as reckless by cats who don't know him very well, but he has an uncanny ability to slink out of most problems, wether it be by smooth-talking a high ranking cat or out-climbing an already out-witted canine.
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