Post by Chancestar on Jun 29, 2009 16:53:39 GMT -5
Name:
Chancestar
Age:
63 moons (just over five years old)
Rank:
Leader
Gender:
Male
Clan:
Thunderclan
Personality:
Chancestar, or simply "Chance", has always been a risk taker. The mostly black furred male is almost like having two felines in one ball of fur. When he is taking care of clan business, which of course takes up most of his time, he is a serious and no nonsense kind of tom. Yet his friends remember the prankster and rebel that still lies below that facade that he shows so often. He enjoys debating, even if he knows he is wrong, but tries to keep that under control when dealing with other clans. Unfortunately he isn't always able to control himself regardless of how hard he tries.
All in all he is a loyal creature who, when times permit, savors the feeling of throwing caution to the wind and taking a chance. When dealing with kits like the apprentices he has helped train, he tries to be a strict hard nosed tom but usually ends up going soft on these future warriors. Chance tends to go by his heart more often then his head which is why he relies on those close to him to smack him around if his emotions get the better of him.
Description:
Chance's fur is somewhat coarse, though this shouldn't be a surprise given the clan's territory, and it's quite long (though not persian length). His eyes are a yellowish-orange color and his whiskers seem to be a bit too large for the size of his head. Along his chest his fur is white, though usually it's more of an offwhite from too much to do and only a little time for cleaning himself. His lower jaw and all four paws match his chest.
That's what he looks like if you take but a quick glance at him. However if you were to look closer there are other things about Chance's appearance that would be noticeable. The tip of his tail is totally bare, it has been since birth, so he hides it when he can. Most often he dunks it in mud and lets it harden so it's less visible. He also has a slight limp to his left rear paw. There is usually a small sprig of mint hanging out of his mouth though there is no real reason for it other than he likes the taste of it.
History:
Chance was born in a litter of three, two females and himself, though one of his sisters died before the kits first moon. His mother was overly protective of the surviving kits because of this and tried to figure out ways for them to be protected at all times. She even did her best to stop the siblings from becoming warrior apprentices, forcing Chance to try to be Medicine cat apprentice while making his sister help raise other kits. Chance wanted to please his mother and did what was asked,or demanded, of him. Yet as luck would have it, or ill fortune actually, he just could not focus on what he was suppose to be studying.
Instead of gathering herbs or berries he would chase mice or voles. Instead of memorizing what kind of remedy for each ailment he would jump out of higher and higher trees to see what would happen. After a few moons of this it was decided he was more of a warrior then any sort of medicine cat. He was then made a warrior apprentice and all seemed right with the world.
Time passed and through various bits of fate and destiny he became the deputy of the Thunderclan and then leader at the death of his predecessor. So that leaves him to where he is now.
