Post by ©|Da Evil Member of Doom on Jul 5, 2006 12:03:45 GMT -5
Name: Shatteredclaw
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Deputy
Clan: LeopardClan
Appearance: Shatteredclaw has a short black pelt, with a white chest and paws to match. Besides his sleek black and white pelt, Shatteredclaw has webbed paws, good for swimming and for hunting too. Though his pelt is rather short, you can seen muscles ripping underneath. His claws are unusually long for a cat his age, and his fangs are usually white, unless they are stained with blood. His eyes are emerald green, and burn like dancing green fire. In the night, they glow from a deep yellow to an amber orange. His size is like most toms his age, although he will probably get larger as he ages. He has a notch in his left ear, and a deep scar that runs down his pelt, although it is not visible unless you are up close. His whiskers are also quite strange compared to many. There are an unusual amount, and while most of them are white, there are a few which are tinted black.
Personality: Shatteredclaw is not one to trust, although he definately very strong willed. Let's just say he is the Tigerstar of today. Though he is young, he wants nothing more than blood from other Clans. He hates kits and appretnices. In fact, he hates anything that moves, whether it be prey or another cat. He is not loyal, although he knows his duties as leader. He does them well, and serves the Clan the best he can-which isn't always the best. His only flaw is that he loves she-cats. He can be quite flirtacious when around them.
History: Shatteredclaw, born Shatteredkit, was born in the late leaf-bare months. He had two other siblings, but later died unamed and knowing nothing of the world. His mother, Skystorm, was distraught. She later died of greencough. Shattered was left to another queen to grow up with. The foster queen, Midnightfur had one kit: a she-kit named Flowerkit. As apprentices, the two became close friends. But just as they recieved their warrior names, Flowerpelt(as her warrior name was) died in a battle with ____Clan. Although this troubled him desperately, he went on to try to prove himself as a _____Clan warrior. There was no denying he was a good warrior, but the others noticed his darkness. He became deputy almost five moons later. He continued to serve the Clan as deputy for almost ten more moons.
Role Play Example: The sky was turning blood red, as the sun set over the mountains. The forest turned silent, and there was a whisper in the wind. It was bracing itself for the cold leaf-bare, fast approaching. Even late during the sunset, the air seemed cold and distant. A lake was settled deep within the forest, and it glittered as the sun's final rays hit it's icy blue surface. A black cat emerged from the surrounding forest, and next to the lake. His steps were light and quick, as were most cats, and his whiskers quivered in anticipation.
"At last," the black tom said in a low hiss. "We are here!" And from the forest in which he came, emerged several more cats. There were six in all, including the black tom. All seemed tense and on edge. They did not like this place at all.
Another tom stood next to the black tom, his ears pinned firmly against his head. "What are we doing here, Shatteredstar? This is not our territory!" His hiss rang out among the crimson sky. The four others growled in agreement. Though they came from the darkest of Clans, they still had a deep desire to honor the warrior code. Their leader, Shatteredstar, thought otherwise.
"Patience, Falconwing!" Shatteredstar growled. "One of my allies in this Clan have told me that a raiding party is on their way at sunset to attack our camp! Now, can we let that happen?"
The others mumbled in agreement. Shatteredstar had only been leader for two moons, but already he held a presence of dignity and pride. No one could-or would for that matter-stand up to him. No, not unless they wanted a deep gash in the face. Shatteredstar would kill to get power.
The raiding party waited there in the clearing for a good hour or so. They remained silent the whole time, too frightened to move a muscle. This was not their turf, and they didn't know when or where the other Clan would arrive. If they hadn't scented them by now, would they ever? At last, Shatteredstar lifted his nose to the wind.
"They are here," he said in a low hiss to his Clan mates. "Their scent is carried in the wind." By now it was twilight, and the stars above glittered dully. The sun was still sinking, and that remained their only light in the sky.
They all unsheathed their claws, and tensed their muscle. Shatteredstar's eyes burned like emerald green fire, with both passion and hate. As the sun finally sank behind the mountains, the first opposing warrior appeared from the surrounding bracken. Shatteredstar let out a blood curling yowl.
The battle had begun.
Secret Phrase: On the Edge
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Deputy
Clan: LeopardClan
Appearance: Shatteredclaw has a short black pelt, with a white chest and paws to match. Besides his sleek black and white pelt, Shatteredclaw has webbed paws, good for swimming and for hunting too. Though his pelt is rather short, you can seen muscles ripping underneath. His claws are unusually long for a cat his age, and his fangs are usually white, unless they are stained with blood. His eyes are emerald green, and burn like dancing green fire. In the night, they glow from a deep yellow to an amber orange. His size is like most toms his age, although he will probably get larger as he ages. He has a notch in his left ear, and a deep scar that runs down his pelt, although it is not visible unless you are up close. His whiskers are also quite strange compared to many. There are an unusual amount, and while most of them are white, there are a few which are tinted black.
Personality: Shatteredclaw is not one to trust, although he definately very strong willed. Let's just say he is the Tigerstar of today. Though he is young, he wants nothing more than blood from other Clans. He hates kits and appretnices. In fact, he hates anything that moves, whether it be prey or another cat. He is not loyal, although he knows his duties as leader. He does them well, and serves the Clan the best he can-which isn't always the best. His only flaw is that he loves she-cats. He can be quite flirtacious when around them.
History: Shatteredclaw, born Shatteredkit, was born in the late leaf-bare months. He had two other siblings, but later died unamed and knowing nothing of the world. His mother, Skystorm, was distraught. She later died of greencough. Shattered was left to another queen to grow up with. The foster queen, Midnightfur had one kit: a she-kit named Flowerkit. As apprentices, the two became close friends. But just as they recieved their warrior names, Flowerpelt(as her warrior name was) died in a battle with ____Clan. Although this troubled him desperately, he went on to try to prove himself as a _____Clan warrior. There was no denying he was a good warrior, but the others noticed his darkness. He became deputy almost five moons later. He continued to serve the Clan as deputy for almost ten more moons.
Role Play Example: The sky was turning blood red, as the sun set over the mountains. The forest turned silent, and there was a whisper in the wind. It was bracing itself for the cold leaf-bare, fast approaching. Even late during the sunset, the air seemed cold and distant. A lake was settled deep within the forest, and it glittered as the sun's final rays hit it's icy blue surface. A black cat emerged from the surrounding forest, and next to the lake. His steps were light and quick, as were most cats, and his whiskers quivered in anticipation.
"At last," the black tom said in a low hiss. "We are here!" And from the forest in which he came, emerged several more cats. There were six in all, including the black tom. All seemed tense and on edge. They did not like this place at all.
Another tom stood next to the black tom, his ears pinned firmly against his head. "What are we doing here, Shatteredstar? This is not our territory!" His hiss rang out among the crimson sky. The four others growled in agreement. Though they came from the darkest of Clans, they still had a deep desire to honor the warrior code. Their leader, Shatteredstar, thought otherwise.
"Patience, Falconwing!" Shatteredstar growled. "One of my allies in this Clan have told me that a raiding party is on their way at sunset to attack our camp! Now, can we let that happen?"
The others mumbled in agreement. Shatteredstar had only been leader for two moons, but already he held a presence of dignity and pride. No one could-or would for that matter-stand up to him. No, not unless they wanted a deep gash in the face. Shatteredstar would kill to get power.
The raiding party waited there in the clearing for a good hour or so. They remained silent the whole time, too frightened to move a muscle. This was not their turf, and they didn't know when or where the other Clan would arrive. If they hadn't scented them by now, would they ever? At last, Shatteredstar lifted his nose to the wind.
"They are here," he said in a low hiss to his Clan mates. "Their scent is carried in the wind." By now it was twilight, and the stars above glittered dully. The sun was still sinking, and that remained their only light in the sky.
They all unsheathed their claws, and tensed their muscle. Shatteredstar's eyes burned like emerald green fire, with both passion and hate. As the sun finally sank behind the mountains, the first opposing warrior appeared from the surrounding bracken. Shatteredstar let out a blood curling yowl.
The battle had begun.
Secret Phrase: On the Edge