Post by darkpestilence on Aug 14, 2007 22:00:24 GMT -5
Name: Darkpestilance
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Description: Darkpestilance is a very handsome tom indeed.His fur is medium-short in length, and has a soft feather like texture to it. His fur is a dark shade of silver-blue around his facial features and down his flank, though the color grows thinner and lighter as it gathers around his maw, chest, and forepaws. His pelt is covered in distinct sooty grey-black stripes, faded and soft around his face, growing stronger and more bold as it skims down his sides, spine, tail, and legs. His forelegs are slightly shorter than his hind legs, due to breeding and climate interference. His eyes are a very dark shade of blue.As for his muscles, his body is lithe in stature, and powerful, boosting the power of his long hind legs, making him fast in battle.
Picture:s80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/FireWings2003/?action=view¤t=DarkpestilenceSiggy.jpg
Personality: Darkpestilance is a very secluded tom, and isn't much of a friendly type. He can be quite rude and obnoxious, and has a very hard time getting close to other cats. His hatred for the other clans runs deep, and he is usually amoungst one of the first to jump on the oportunity of attack. He is very intelligent, and enjoys nothing more than to get under another cat's skin. His lust for blood is strong, and often clouds his judgement. His loyalty lies within his clan, and he will die for his leader and clanmates, despite his ambition.
History: Darkpestilance has a long, painful history, though, he doesn't talk of it much. He was not born into ShadowClan; In fact, he was born a half-blood, His mother being from RiverClan, and his father from WindClan. His mother passed away during his kitting; and his father hated his son for it, blaming his mate's death fully on him. His father kept him around until his apprentice years, but did nothing but torment him. Finally, he brought him to the ShadowClan boarder, and left him there. A patrol found him and took pity on him, taking him in.
To this day, he refuses to say anything of what happened, though, his memory is faint and dissapearing. He grew up teaching himself that no one could be trusted, no matter who they were, and how close they are to you. He went through his apprenticeship within ShadowClan, picking fights, trying to crave his bloodlust and ambition. He killed his first cat during a fight with another clan, and found himself craving the violence he enjoyed so much. To this day, if he gets the opportunity to kill, he will, without question.
IC: (Sorry guys, this is going to be a long demonstration. This was one of my posts at another RP site I joined... So the story is, DevilClan is like the evil cat's ansestors, instead of StarClan. The cats in this clan are not supposed to fall in love, and have their mates assigned to them.)
Hauntedsoul padded along beside Slitstorm, her fur brissled in obvious discomfort. She hated being alone with him, and, her hate ran with the firey bowels of DevilClan. Her ears lifted in anticipation, the scents of many forest animals clouding her senses. Turning her head, her fur rose even more strongly than before, as the sounds of a bush russling beside her sounded off. She knew she could smell the familiar scent. A solid black she-cat pushed her way through the underbrush, her peircing blue eyes something she could never, ever forget. "Nightmare..." Hauntedsoul muttered quietly under her breath, staring at her mother in confusion. Hadn't she left Silenced Echoes? The black she-cat stared with cold eyes at her daughter, before a dark smirk appeared on her maw. "Hauntedpaw, my have you grown."
Slitstorm let out a snarl, fur brissling, as he pushed his way to stand closer to the black she-cat. "What business do you have here, Nightmare? You left Silenced Echoes, and now you have the guts to show your face here?" Hauntedsoul let out a low growl, signalling for Slitstorm to stop his rampage. She paused, curling her lip. "Slitstorm. Go hunting. I need to speak with her."
Slitstorm stared at Hauntedsoul in confusion. "We should kill her now, she betrayed us!" Hauntedsoul shook her head impatiently. "Leave. I'm going to talk with her. " She paused, before more strictly mewing, "Now!" The dark tom curled his lip, muttering under his breath, before stalking away. Hauntedsoul was silent for a moment, making sure her counterpart was gone, before turning her attention back to her mother. "Why are you here?" Nightmare chuckled, giving her daughter a look of amusement. "No welcome back? Hauntedpaw, I thought I raised you to treat your bloodline with respect." Hauntedsoul spat in utter disgust. "Its Hauntedsoul, by the way, and why should I show you any respect, you back stabbing StarClan paw kisser?" Nightmare didn't seem affected by her daughter's enraged tone. "Ah, okay. Hauntedsoul." She paused, giving a sly smirk. "I've returned to destroy the mess Castedshadow has created." Hauntedsoul narrowed her eyes, puzzled. "The... mess?" Nightmare grinned. "His new kits. They don't deserve to live. And neither does he."
Hauntedsoul let out a furious growl, claws slipping in and out of their case. "You will not touch a single peice of fur on the new kit's bodies!" She was supprised, herself. She hated her half-siblings so much, and now, she was protecting them? "And, Castedshadow will clense himself in your blood if you even try." Nightmare stared at Hauntedsoul coldly. "Join me, Hauntedsoul. Together, we can bring down Castedshadow."
Hauntedsoul hissed, spitting angrily. "Why would I want to kill the one cat that will bring DevilClan to salvation?" She paused, looking into her mother's eyes. They reflected torment, anger, rage, sorrow.... love. Hauntedsoul began to snicker. "Ah, okay, I get it. You're in love with Castedshadow. Pathetic." Nightmare flinched, curling her lip. "I was a fool to ever think Castedshadow cared for me! " Her voice was sharp with anger and agony. Hauntedsoul laughed, her voice reflecting her amusement. "You are pathetic, do you know that?"
That was it for Nightmare's patience. Letting out a snarl, she brought her claws violently down Hauntedsoul's face. "Fine! I'll kill him myself! And you will fall along side him!"
Hauntedsoul made no indication that Nightmare's attack had even hurt. The only way to tell it had caused damage, was the four bloody lines beginning to form across her maw. She stood, her body seeming lifeless, as Nightmare dashed off in the direction of Silenced Echoes. 'Father, protect your kin.' She thought to herself silently, hoping somehow, some way, her father could hear her.
Password: Secrets
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Description: Darkpestilance is a very handsome tom indeed.His fur is medium-short in length, and has a soft feather like texture to it. His fur is a dark shade of silver-blue around his facial features and down his flank, though the color grows thinner and lighter as it gathers around his maw, chest, and forepaws. His pelt is covered in distinct sooty grey-black stripes, faded and soft around his face, growing stronger and more bold as it skims down his sides, spine, tail, and legs. His forelegs are slightly shorter than his hind legs, due to breeding and climate interference. His eyes are a very dark shade of blue.As for his muscles, his body is lithe in stature, and powerful, boosting the power of his long hind legs, making him fast in battle.
Picture:s80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/FireWings2003/?action=view¤t=DarkpestilenceSiggy.jpg
Personality: Darkpestilance is a very secluded tom, and isn't much of a friendly type. He can be quite rude and obnoxious, and has a very hard time getting close to other cats. His hatred for the other clans runs deep, and he is usually amoungst one of the first to jump on the oportunity of attack. He is very intelligent, and enjoys nothing more than to get under another cat's skin. His lust for blood is strong, and often clouds his judgement. His loyalty lies within his clan, and he will die for his leader and clanmates, despite his ambition.
History: Darkpestilance has a long, painful history, though, he doesn't talk of it much. He was not born into ShadowClan; In fact, he was born a half-blood, His mother being from RiverClan, and his father from WindClan. His mother passed away during his kitting; and his father hated his son for it, blaming his mate's death fully on him. His father kept him around until his apprentice years, but did nothing but torment him. Finally, he brought him to the ShadowClan boarder, and left him there. A patrol found him and took pity on him, taking him in.
To this day, he refuses to say anything of what happened, though, his memory is faint and dissapearing. He grew up teaching himself that no one could be trusted, no matter who they were, and how close they are to you. He went through his apprenticeship within ShadowClan, picking fights, trying to crave his bloodlust and ambition. He killed his first cat during a fight with another clan, and found himself craving the violence he enjoyed so much. To this day, if he gets the opportunity to kill, he will, without question.
IC: (Sorry guys, this is going to be a long demonstration. This was one of my posts at another RP site I joined... So the story is, DevilClan is like the evil cat's ansestors, instead of StarClan. The cats in this clan are not supposed to fall in love, and have their mates assigned to them.)
Hauntedsoul padded along beside Slitstorm, her fur brissled in obvious discomfort. She hated being alone with him, and, her hate ran with the firey bowels of DevilClan. Her ears lifted in anticipation, the scents of many forest animals clouding her senses. Turning her head, her fur rose even more strongly than before, as the sounds of a bush russling beside her sounded off. She knew she could smell the familiar scent. A solid black she-cat pushed her way through the underbrush, her peircing blue eyes something she could never, ever forget. "Nightmare..." Hauntedsoul muttered quietly under her breath, staring at her mother in confusion. Hadn't she left Silenced Echoes? The black she-cat stared with cold eyes at her daughter, before a dark smirk appeared on her maw. "Hauntedpaw, my have you grown."
Slitstorm let out a snarl, fur brissling, as he pushed his way to stand closer to the black she-cat. "What business do you have here, Nightmare? You left Silenced Echoes, and now you have the guts to show your face here?" Hauntedsoul let out a low growl, signalling for Slitstorm to stop his rampage. She paused, curling her lip. "Slitstorm. Go hunting. I need to speak with her."
Slitstorm stared at Hauntedsoul in confusion. "We should kill her now, she betrayed us!" Hauntedsoul shook her head impatiently. "Leave. I'm going to talk with her. " She paused, before more strictly mewing, "Now!" The dark tom curled his lip, muttering under his breath, before stalking away. Hauntedsoul was silent for a moment, making sure her counterpart was gone, before turning her attention back to her mother. "Why are you here?" Nightmare chuckled, giving her daughter a look of amusement. "No welcome back? Hauntedpaw, I thought I raised you to treat your bloodline with respect." Hauntedsoul spat in utter disgust. "Its Hauntedsoul, by the way, and why should I show you any respect, you back stabbing StarClan paw kisser?" Nightmare didn't seem affected by her daughter's enraged tone. "Ah, okay. Hauntedsoul." She paused, giving a sly smirk. "I've returned to destroy the mess Castedshadow has created." Hauntedsoul narrowed her eyes, puzzled. "The... mess?" Nightmare grinned. "His new kits. They don't deserve to live. And neither does he."
Hauntedsoul let out a furious growl, claws slipping in and out of their case. "You will not touch a single peice of fur on the new kit's bodies!" She was supprised, herself. She hated her half-siblings so much, and now, she was protecting them? "And, Castedshadow will clense himself in your blood if you even try." Nightmare stared at Hauntedsoul coldly. "Join me, Hauntedsoul. Together, we can bring down Castedshadow."
Hauntedsoul hissed, spitting angrily. "Why would I want to kill the one cat that will bring DevilClan to salvation?" She paused, looking into her mother's eyes. They reflected torment, anger, rage, sorrow.... love. Hauntedsoul began to snicker. "Ah, okay, I get it. You're in love with Castedshadow. Pathetic." Nightmare flinched, curling her lip. "I was a fool to ever think Castedshadow cared for me! " Her voice was sharp with anger and agony. Hauntedsoul laughed, her voice reflecting her amusement. "You are pathetic, do you know that?"
That was it for Nightmare's patience. Letting out a snarl, she brought her claws violently down Hauntedsoul's face. "Fine! I'll kill him myself! And you will fall along side him!"
Hauntedsoul made no indication that Nightmare's attack had even hurt. The only way to tell it had caused damage, was the four bloody lines beginning to form across her maw. She stood, her body seeming lifeless, as Nightmare dashed off in the direction of Silenced Echoes. 'Father, protect your kin.' She thought to herself silently, hoping somehow, some way, her father could hear her.
Password: Secrets
