Rustshade

[Rustshade]

Rustshade!

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» GENDER: tom
» AGE: 26 moons
» CLAN: Shadow
» RANK: Warrior
» MENTOR/APPRENTICE:
» MATE: None
» KIN:
Rosethorn;; Deceased
Speckledfur;; Deceased
» PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Rustshade perfected his body for the life of ShadowClan. His muscle is lean and balanced, but not prominent. His legs, of longer length, are perfect for stalking within the darkness in the marshes; light foot steps and perfect posture awaring none of his presence. Rustshade's face his well shaped and quite handsome, but the slightly untidy look to his pelt can be off-putting. His nose is light pink, his whiskers long, and ears flexibly suited for slamming against his skull whenever his moods calls for it.

The warrior's pelt is a rare one for his gender; a pure tortishell clash the became to origin for his name. His dark, orange patches streak across his pelt in an unorganized, sloppy manner that becomes the only point you can tell him apart from the shadows. The length of his fur is in the middle range, leaning more towards being short but remaining thin. It doesn't protect him against parasites well, but keeps him cool when a warm fog sets over his homeland.

Rustshade's last feature is a pair of pale, green eyes that are slightly slanted with a glare.

» PERSONALITY:

Rustshade is a sociable tom, knowing his clan mates from enemies and putting a fine line between them. He can make, light, enjoyable conversation when his mood is good, but can twinge his words with sarcasm and darker humor at times. He loves poking jokes at the odd ways of the other clan cats, but knows when to silence himself; especially at gatherings.

The tom is good at concealing his emotions, especially fury. When he finds himself hot-headed towards fellow clan mates to a severe level, he keeps it to himself until he is calmer and then uses his voice, not wanting his rage to control his words. However, his tolerance towards other clans is low. Dare Rustshade hear one negative remark from another clan cat, he is very willing to retaliate with harsh comments or claws. This can make him seem like a stero-typical ShadowClan cat to other Clans, but he cares little about their opinions.
Rustshade is very straight forward in the face of action, knowing what is to be done and making descions on the dot. This makes him a dependable border patrol leader, especially since he is great with apprentices.

The warrior can tend to take sides in arguments, choosing his view and sticking to it till the very end. This can be very positive when his view is correct, but embarrassing when not. Of course, when any of his flaws in descions are pointed out, he is quick to change the subject or cut the cat off. Though, at times he can be rather confused on which side to take, in which case he throws the matter over his shoulder and decides not to care.

Lastly, Rustshade can be a bit gray in areas, not a direct-to-direct follower of the warrior code, which he believes isn't fully correct, and happily going off in the middle of the night to spend time alone with the terrain and think to himself. He can sometimes be snarky in comments when agitated, which luckily isnt often at all.

» HISTORY:

0-6 moons;;

Rustkit was born to an older couple; a calico tom like himself and a tawny colored she-cat who were extremely loyal to eachother. Speckledfur thought he was unable to have kits do to his pelt color, but was proven wrong when his mate gave birth to one kit on a new-leaf morning. They named him Rustkit for his dark, reddish orange and black pelt. Rosethorn was extremely protective of her only son, unable to handle him being away for more then 5 minutes.

6-12 moons;

Rustpaw's apprenticeship was simple and effective. His mentor, his father, taught him well and his mother soon learned to be able to see him go off on his own. The apprentice was cocky, rebellious, and blunt, but soon straightened out through training and age.

12 unward;;

Rustshade was given his warrior name proudly at the direct age of 12 moons, becoming a trusted warrior and earning his title within the clan. Both of his parents were killed in a harsh leaf-bare that rid ShadowClan of nearly all of their elders, which was a heart-breaking blow for the tom. He mourned, but was comforted by their presence in StarClan and the fact he would speak to them once more in the future.

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» YOUR ALIAS: Shades
» ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: four years or so.
» WHERE YOU FOUND US: Advertisement left on another site I RP on :3
» OTHER CATS: None!
» ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE:

" You going out again? "

Rustshade stopped dead in his tracks, red tinted fur pricked in reply to a familiar voice. Then, after a moment, he sighed in recognition; it was just old Lizardfang.
" Yeah, just for a mo' or two " he replied, twisting his neck to view the senior warrior. The older tom's yellow eyes were etched over his figure, a warm look in their yellow depths.
"You aren't in pursuit of some RiverClan she-cat, are you? mused he, a small chuckle rumbling beneath his deep voice.
"RiverClan? I can't stand their corpse-smelling bodies from a mile, let alone allowing one of their kind's their fur touch mine" he chortled in reply, leaving the Warrior's Den with a slight smile on his maw.

The second his body fully left the warmth of his den, a cold, brisk breeze greeted him and ruffled his pelt. A deep smile of contentness arose from the tom's chest, his feet setting off into a jolly gait towards the out pines of ShadowClan terrain. The moon was bright, the wind cooling, and his mind open to the fresh-air. Tonight would certainly be a calm time for a peaceful stroll.










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