Stonepelt;;Deputy

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Basics[/u]

[/b] Stonepelt
Rank: Deputy
Gender: Tom
Age: 50 moons
Affiliation: CloudClan[/ul]

Relations[/u]

[/b] None, open
Kin:

Mate: None, not looking[/ul]

Appearance

Personality

[/i], he thinks. Where is there room for love in their lives? (Though, admittedly, he's getting a bit old to have a mate now.)[/ul]

History

Roleplay Example

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The sun had yet to fully rise--it was still dawn, and only a dim light filled the sky, yet already at least one cat was awake. Stonepelt picked his way out of the warriors den, careful not to trod on any tails as he passed by the sleeping forms of his denmates. Finally, he emerged into the open camp, succeeding in not giving anyone a grumpy awakening. Free from the clutter of cats now, Stonepelt extended his paws and stretched, his tail quivering with the effort. When he finished, he straightened up and gave his pelt a shake, sending any scraps of moss that had stuck to his pelt flying. With his morning rituals, if you could call it that, over, Stonepelt padded over to the fresh-kill pile, nodding at the departing dawn patrol as he went.

The deputy sniffed over the pile of prey, picking through the different scents. There wasn't that much left in the pile--only a few rabbits and mice, and a couple fish. I'll send out a couple hunting patrols as soon as some of the others get up, he thought decidedly, dragging a fish out of the heap of prey before withdrawing to beside the warriors den, where he settled down to eat. It wasn't until after the first bite that he remembered how hungry he was--he hadn't eaten anything since sunhigh the previous day--and after that, he tore ravenously into the fish, devouring it in a few swift bites. Swiping his tongue across his mouth, Stonepelt glanced around the camp before casting his eyes up at the sky. The light was stronger now, and he could see the sun peeking out over the hilltops. The others would be rising soon.

Stonepelt started to give himself a quick grooming, washing off the dirt and dust that had gathered onto his thick fur during the night. He gave his paw a few licks before drawing it over his ear and face before bending his head to smooth his ruffled chest fur down. He twisted around to give his back and flank a few swift licks.

Satisfied that his coat was clean, the tom stood again, quickly running through his mental list of CloudClan cats, removing the ones he'd assigned to the day's border patrols; he always liked to be one day ahead of himself when assigning border patrols. It kept him from falling behind so he wouldn't get flustered when sending cats on other tasks. He stared thoughtfully ahead, his eyes flickering back and forth as he pondered. He would lead a hunting patrol, he decided, and Beechtail another. He'd tell the young warrior to bring his new apprentice with him, as well as another warrior or two, and he himself would bring Blackwhisker and Oakclaw, as well as Owlpaw. Having reached this conclusion, Stonepelt nodded decisively to himself before rapidly planning the next day's patrols. He'd tell them later today who was going when.

Stonepelt trotted into the warriors den, nodding in greeting to the other stirring cats. He wove through the mass of cats, snorting softly to himself when he found Beechtail still fast asleep. He stretched out a paw prodded the young warrior sharply in an attempt to wake him up. The sooner they got the hunting patrols out, after all, the sooner the Clan would be fed.[/ul]
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