Post by ,hateh? on Mar 2, 2007 16:38:34 GMT -5
Name: Shadeheart
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ThunderClan
Description: Shadeheart is all black, with a long, thin tail and bright yellow eyes that seem to follow everyone. He's slim, and perfected muscles ripple beneath his fur. His paws are large and strong, but get in the way. Long claws that are perfect for tearing can be sheathed, or unsheathed at the simple wish pain.
Picture:[C`lick]
Personality: Shadeheart is cold, untouched by any type of love. He's silent and prefers not to talk, though he will sometimes, mostly to apprentices. He is loyal to his Clan, and fights bravely if his loyalties are in danger. He is harsh, and has a short temper, compared to his long patience. He has a commanding air around him, although it fades when a leader or deputy is near.
History: Born a rouge, his mother had run away when the Twolegs destroyed the forest. He was taken to ThunderClan, where she left him to be raised. When he was old enough, he left the nursery and became an apprentice, receiving his name, Shadepaw. After a while, when he was seen letting a rouge escape after corssing their borders, his loyalties were tested. Stay a Clan cat, or become a rouge. Torn, he chose to stay with the Clan, but lost his hope of rejoing his mother.
IC: A lithe tabby shape darted between trees. A small black scrap of fur dangled between her jaws, swinging back and forth. She stopped, dropping the scrap and panting. She was exauhsted, but couldn't stop. Not yet. She couldn't leave the small bundle here, were there was no warmth. Suddenly, a strange scent filled her head. A cat leapt from the shadows, bowling over the small she-cat. The black kit mewed, terrifed, as it tumbled to a stop at ThunderClan's border. The she-cat looked up, her eyes pleading. "Please, please! Don't let him die!" She mewed. The tabby was thin, her ribs sticking out from beneath her thinning fur. The cat that stood over her hissed, but dropped back. He padded to the kit, who had gone still, but still mewed. He prodded the scrap of fur with his paw, then picked it up. He turned to the she-cat, who lay still on the forest floor. "You stay. Rouges don't belong in a Clan. They carry shame, they're burdens, and aren't any good." He hissed over the fur in his mouth. Then, turning away, he carried the kit back to the camp.
Password: Secrets
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ThunderClan
Description: Shadeheart is all black, with a long, thin tail and bright yellow eyes that seem to follow everyone. He's slim, and perfected muscles ripple beneath his fur. His paws are large and strong, but get in the way. Long claws that are perfect for tearing can be sheathed, or unsheathed at the simple wish pain.
Picture:[C`lick]
Personality: Shadeheart is cold, untouched by any type of love. He's silent and prefers not to talk, though he will sometimes, mostly to apprentices. He is loyal to his Clan, and fights bravely if his loyalties are in danger. He is harsh, and has a short temper, compared to his long patience. He has a commanding air around him, although it fades when a leader or deputy is near.
History: Born a rouge, his mother had run away when the Twolegs destroyed the forest. He was taken to ThunderClan, where she left him to be raised. When he was old enough, he left the nursery and became an apprentice, receiving his name, Shadepaw. After a while, when he was seen letting a rouge escape after corssing their borders, his loyalties were tested. Stay a Clan cat, or become a rouge. Torn, he chose to stay with the Clan, but lost his hope of rejoing his mother.
IC: A lithe tabby shape darted between trees. A small black scrap of fur dangled between her jaws, swinging back and forth. She stopped, dropping the scrap and panting. She was exauhsted, but couldn't stop. Not yet. She couldn't leave the small bundle here, were there was no warmth. Suddenly, a strange scent filled her head. A cat leapt from the shadows, bowling over the small she-cat. The black kit mewed, terrifed, as it tumbled to a stop at ThunderClan's border. The she-cat looked up, her eyes pleading. "Please, please! Don't let him die!" She mewed. The tabby was thin, her ribs sticking out from beneath her thinning fur. The cat that stood over her hissed, but dropped back. He padded to the kit, who had gone still, but still mewed. He prodded the scrap of fur with his paw, then picked it up. He turned to the she-cat, who lay still on the forest floor. "You stay. Rouges don't belong in a Clan. They carry shame, they're burdens, and aren't any good." He hissed over the fur in his mouth. Then, turning away, he carried the kit back to the camp.
Password: Secrets
