Post by silentstar on Dec 3, 2006 19:32:33 GMT -5
Name: Silentstar
Lives: seven
Age: 45 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Appearance: Silentstar is as black as night with pale yellow eyes, the color of the harvest moon. His claws are the color of blood, muscles ripple beneath his short, sleek pelt. His tail is long. His ears are small, but they have exeptional hearing. His nose is black as well. He blends in with the shadows and the night sky. His mouth forms a constant snarl, aquired through battle. His pale yellow eyes have the light of battle in them, their black pupils mere slits in the daylight.
Personality: Silentstar's heart is filled with hate, hate for every living creature. He loves to kill, enjoys the agonized screams of his victims. He savors the lamenting yowls of grief that follow in his wake. Pain is nothing new to this tom. He has grown to enjoy the feel of claws raking down his flank, of teeth sinking beneath his flesh. Battle, vengane, these two words are like music to Silentstar's ears. It is said that his heart is made of ice, he is merciless, pitiless. He does not like to kill swiftly. He makes his victims deaths slow, painful. He makes them pray for the mercifull blackness to put them out of their misery. Many cats don't take prisoners, he is different. Torturing cats he has captured in battle always makes him feel better when he is ill or in a bad mood. He has killed kits, queens, elders, anything you can imagine. Legend has it his mouth is deformed from fight with a wild dog, he got maimed, the dog lost its life.
History: Silentstar was born a rogue, taught by his parents to kill. When he was a mere moon old he recieved his first battle lesson. He had talent, his father saw this. Everyday he was taken out to fight and train. It was hard work, but it was rewarding. He was a scrawny kit, skinny, and poorly muscled. Now if you look at him youn cannot believe it is the same cat. He finished his training at the age of 12 moons. Even then he was taken to sharpen his skills every other day. Then in his first raid his parents where killed. He was unmoved by their death. He wandered the forest, doing what he pleased. Then he met ThornClan, a band of rogues living together in the forest. He sought to join them, souly because he would have others to fight with. He lived there from the age of 15 moons. He has no real loyalties to any cat. He eventually decided he did not want to live in groups and left to be a rogue once more. In the end he joind ShadowClan. He fought battle after battle. No cat could deny his strength. He has lived there since he was 17 moons and has gained the trust of the clan.
IC: Silentstar's sleek black pelt blended perfectly with the shadows. At first glance one would not notice him, but had they looked closely they would have seen the pale moon cloured rims around his dialated pupils. He kept his scarelt claws carefully sheathed, not making a sound. He moved swiftly along the feild, his menacing eyes glittering with anticipation. He flexed his powerful muscles as he moved into a crouch. His long tail lashed as he looked down upon the quite camp. This was the moment he was waiting for. His vile heart swelled with joy as he imagined the cries of agony. His mind's eye saw the blood staining the dust. This was what he lived for. He bounded gracefully towards the sleeping cats. He padded into the warrior's den and looked around. There where so many cats there, it made his heart leap with sheer delight. He bared his cruel fangs and slowly sunk them into one warrior's throat, savoring the taste of flesh and blood. He tore out the cat's wind pipe before it even woke up. The stench of blood filled Iniquity's nostrils, he drank it in, delighting in the salty scent. He had killed five cats before the smell of death awoke the warriors. They sawrmed him, their eyes brimming with hate. Now the real fun began. He lashed his crimson claws at the nearest cat's face, taking ectasy in the screech of pain that followed. A battle erupted. Iniquity led cats to attack their fellows. Then one warrior landed on him. He gave a howl of joy as he felt the pain of teeth biting his scruff. Pain was his only friend. He whirled on his opponent, and knocked him to the ground. He pressed his paw heavily on the cat's neck, listening jubilantly to the desperatre gasps for air. Finally the life was gone. The warriors were all worn out. He contentedly lapped at the blood that soaked the den floor. He loved it's taste. After he had quenched his thirst with the red liquid he bounded away, grinning like a cheshire cat.
Codeword: Secrets
Lives: seven
Age: 45 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Appearance: Silentstar is as black as night with pale yellow eyes, the color of the harvest moon. His claws are the color of blood, muscles ripple beneath his short, sleek pelt. His tail is long. His ears are small, but they have exeptional hearing. His nose is black as well. He blends in with the shadows and the night sky. His mouth forms a constant snarl, aquired through battle. His pale yellow eyes have the light of battle in them, their black pupils mere slits in the daylight.
Personality: Silentstar's heart is filled with hate, hate for every living creature. He loves to kill, enjoys the agonized screams of his victims. He savors the lamenting yowls of grief that follow in his wake. Pain is nothing new to this tom. He has grown to enjoy the feel of claws raking down his flank, of teeth sinking beneath his flesh. Battle, vengane, these two words are like music to Silentstar's ears. It is said that his heart is made of ice, he is merciless, pitiless. He does not like to kill swiftly. He makes his victims deaths slow, painful. He makes them pray for the mercifull blackness to put them out of their misery. Many cats don't take prisoners, he is different. Torturing cats he has captured in battle always makes him feel better when he is ill or in a bad mood. He has killed kits, queens, elders, anything you can imagine. Legend has it his mouth is deformed from fight with a wild dog, he got maimed, the dog lost its life.
History: Silentstar was born a rogue, taught by his parents to kill. When he was a mere moon old he recieved his first battle lesson. He had talent, his father saw this. Everyday he was taken out to fight and train. It was hard work, but it was rewarding. He was a scrawny kit, skinny, and poorly muscled. Now if you look at him youn cannot believe it is the same cat. He finished his training at the age of 12 moons. Even then he was taken to sharpen his skills every other day. Then in his first raid his parents where killed. He was unmoved by their death. He wandered the forest, doing what he pleased. Then he met ThornClan, a band of rogues living together in the forest. He sought to join them, souly because he would have others to fight with. He lived there from the age of 15 moons. He has no real loyalties to any cat. He eventually decided he did not want to live in groups and left to be a rogue once more. In the end he joind ShadowClan. He fought battle after battle. No cat could deny his strength. He has lived there since he was 17 moons and has gained the trust of the clan.
IC: Silentstar's sleek black pelt blended perfectly with the shadows. At first glance one would not notice him, but had they looked closely they would have seen the pale moon cloured rims around his dialated pupils. He kept his scarelt claws carefully sheathed, not making a sound. He moved swiftly along the feild, his menacing eyes glittering with anticipation. He flexed his powerful muscles as he moved into a crouch. His long tail lashed as he looked down upon the quite camp. This was the moment he was waiting for. His vile heart swelled with joy as he imagined the cries of agony. His mind's eye saw the blood staining the dust. This was what he lived for. He bounded gracefully towards the sleeping cats. He padded into the warrior's den and looked around. There where so many cats there, it made his heart leap with sheer delight. He bared his cruel fangs and slowly sunk them into one warrior's throat, savoring the taste of flesh and blood. He tore out the cat's wind pipe before it even woke up. The stench of blood filled Iniquity's nostrils, he drank it in, delighting in the salty scent. He had killed five cats before the smell of death awoke the warriors. They sawrmed him, their eyes brimming with hate. Now the real fun began. He lashed his crimson claws at the nearest cat's face, taking ectasy in the screech of pain that followed. A battle erupted. Iniquity led cats to attack their fellows. Then one warrior landed on him. He gave a howl of joy as he felt the pain of teeth biting his scruff. Pain was his only friend. He whirled on his opponent, and knocked him to the ground. He pressed his paw heavily on the cat's neck, listening jubilantly to the desperatre gasps for air. Finally the life was gone. The warriors were all worn out. He contentedly lapped at the blood that soaked the den floor. He loved it's taste. After he had quenched his thirst with the red liquid he bounded away, grinning like a cheshire cat.
Codeword: Secrets
