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Post by [S]hattered on Feb 1, 2007 18:42:06 GMT -5
Name: Shatteredclaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Clan: Let's not state the obvious here, people.
Rank: Warrior
Looks: 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 a loyal warrior most of the time, although sometimes his strong will gets the best of him. He can be dark, and quite strict with his Clan members. He hates kits and appprentices, mostly because he finds them oddly annoying. He trusts only his most senior warriors, his deputy, and of course any mates that happens to come along. He knows his duties as a Clan leader, and does them to the best of his ability, although that may not be the best sometimes. Shatteredclaw has one personal flaw that inflicts with his duties: he loves she-cats, and when around them, he is quite flirtatious. Deep down, Shatteredclaw has a good heart, but it is just hard to see.
History: Shatteredclaw was born Crowkit in the nursery of his Clan. His mother was a young queen named Ravenfrost, and he was her first kit. His father was a senior warrior named Darkfur, and Shatteredclaw had been his fourth kit in four litters. Darkfur considered the young Crowkit to be his favorite, because, they were both so much like each other. Crowkit had a slightly normal kithood: he snuck out of camp, played with the other kits, and listened to stories that the elder's told. Around the age of 5 moons, Ravenfrost grew pregnant with another litter, and for a moon before his apprenticeship, he was left alone.
Crowkit came to be friends with another kit in the nursery, a she-cat named Goldenkit. When Crowkit was 5 moons and forgotten by his mother, he went to Goldenkit and her family. The two had a strong bond together, and nothing, it seemed, could break it. The two, and three others, became apprentices a moon later. Crowkit became Crowpaw, and trained under the mentorship of his father, Darkfur. He was an eager apprentice, and learned quickly. Within three moons, Crowpaw was ready to become a warrior.
On the night of his warrior ceremony, a badger broke into the camp and headed to the nursery, and his heavily pregnant mother. The camp was asleep then, and for he had been on vigil, he was the only one who saw. He attacked the badger before it could get inside, and a fight brewed. After many minutes, help arrived from his Clan mates. By then, the badger had gone, and Crowfur, as his warrior name was, was left heavily injured, and with a broken claw.
Crowfur healed quickly, but the Clan leader decided that a new name was in order for his bravery against the badger. The attack had left his left claw shattered and without use. So, he was named Shatteredclaw. Shatteredclaw continued to be a warrior for many moons.
RP Sample:Not exactly Shattered... Oh well.
| s t r a n g e r| to ;;some::
Tintedfeather moved stealthily through the tangled trees. She had no thought of where she was going, and honestly she could care less. The trees were so dense, she could hardly breathe. The air was cold as well, and as she looked up through the branches, she saw a clear blue sky, as if it were about to crack like ice. She dipped her muzzle, and treaded faster. Tears stung her icy eyes like claws to her throat; her pelt remained ungroomed and sleek with sweat. She found it hard to believe how much one could sweat when it was leaf-bare.
She stopped suddenly. The trees had ended, and she could breathe freely again. She came to a place where the air was fresh with moisture. In front of her lay a waterfall, shining blue. She blinked, and padded up to the edge. How a watery death looked so good to her now; Thistlestar was dead, and her only daughter was gone. She had nothing to live for, not even the kits growing in her belly. It would be Thistlestar's second litter, but he would never see them now. And quite honestly, she didn't want to see them either.
She took a quick drink of water, relieving her of her sore throat. But not even the cool water could heal a wounded heart. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the water beat against the rocks below the waterfall. Oh Thistlestar... she thought sadly, What am I supposed to do without you? Please, send me death. I deserve it, don't I?
And as if her prayers had been answered, a sleek golden she-cat emerged from the bushes behind her. She was beautiful, with a pelt like the rays of the sun. Tintedfeather turned her head quickly, scanning over the newcomer. Her lips partly slightly, and she gasped in surprise. "Ruinedpaw?" She faintly remembered Flashflood's apprentice, and daughter of Soulkeeper. She looked so much like her, it wasn't even worth a laugh.
Ruinedwing lifted her head, tilting it in confusion. She had heard strange pawsteps on a hunt by herself. She had no idea it would be the mother of Flowerpetal, and mate of Thistlestar. She unsheathed her claws, and flattened her ears. She was part of the Faithful Shadows now, and leaving an enemy in territory would result in an untimely death. She shivered, and moved closer. "Tintedfeather," she half-growled, not sure to be hostile or not, "What are you doing here? This is way beyond Clan boundries!"
Tintedfeather was filled with anger. "And you should know!" she hissed, "You went with Doompaw and my daughter didn't you? You belong to Stormfaith's "Clan" now, right? Traitor! I should slay you here!" She winced at her own words, but death had filled her with vengence and grief.
"Tintedfeather," Ruinedwing whispered, lowering her head, "Please be quiet. If someone other than me found you here, you would be dead already. Please leave."
The MountainClan she-cat chuckled a raspy purr. "Fool! I am dead already, don't you know? My daughter is gone, with your cult, and Thistlestar is dead! I am dead, dead inside!" She lifted her neck upwards, revealing tender flesh. "Please Ruinedpaw. Kill me. I deserve it. Besides, that's what your "Faithful Shadows" does right? They kill."
Ruinedwing opened her mouth to protest, but she saw that the she-cat was in pain. Her heart filled with pain, just as Tintedfeather's was. "Tintedfeather, you need rest," she said, "Go back to your camp. I won't tell Stormfaith you were here, I promise. I know death can be hard-"
Tintedfeather snorted angerly. "You don't know death!" she spat, "So, you saw your parents die in front of you? You didn't even love them! I loved Thistlestar, and even Flowerpetal before she turned away from me. You don't know death! Kill me, I beg you."
Something in Ruinedwing changed. Maybe it was care for the older she-cat, or just bloodlust. But she leapt at Tintedfeather's throat, ripping it with one fatal blow. Surprised, but relieved, Tintedfeather fell backwards, blood spilling from her wound. She blinked gratefully at her. "T-t-than-n-nk y-you." And with those parting words, she fell to her side. Ruinedwing watched, holding back tears. She gave the she-cat one last lick, before Tintedfeather closed her eyes for good.
Blood ran down, and the water ran red.
|v i s i o n| to ;;none::
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Clan: Let's not state the obvious here, people.
Rank: Warrior
Looks: 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 a loyal warrior most of the time, although sometimes his strong will gets the best of him. He can be dark, and quite strict with his Clan members. He hates kits and appprentices, mostly because he finds them oddly annoying. He trusts only his most senior warriors, his deputy, and of course any mates that happens to come along. He knows his duties as a Clan leader, and does them to the best of his ability, although that may not be the best sometimes. Shatteredclaw has one personal flaw that inflicts with his duties: he loves she-cats, and when around them, he is quite flirtatious. Deep down, Shatteredclaw has a good heart, but it is just hard to see.
History: Shatteredclaw was born Crowkit in the nursery of his Clan. His mother was a young queen named Ravenfrost, and he was her first kit. His father was a senior warrior named Darkfur, and Shatteredclaw had been his fourth kit in four litters. Darkfur considered the young Crowkit to be his favorite, because, they were both so much like each other. Crowkit had a slightly normal kithood: he snuck out of camp, played with the other kits, and listened to stories that the elder's told. Around the age of 5 moons, Ravenfrost grew pregnant with another litter, and for a moon before his apprenticeship, he was left alone.
Crowkit came to be friends with another kit in the nursery, a she-cat named Goldenkit. When Crowkit was 5 moons and forgotten by his mother, he went to Goldenkit and her family. The two had a strong bond together, and nothing, it seemed, could break it. The two, and three others, became apprentices a moon later. Crowkit became Crowpaw, and trained under the mentorship of his father, Darkfur. He was an eager apprentice, and learned quickly. Within three moons, Crowpaw was ready to become a warrior.
On the night of his warrior ceremony, a badger broke into the camp and headed to the nursery, and his heavily pregnant mother. The camp was asleep then, and for he had been on vigil, he was the only one who saw. He attacked the badger before it could get inside, and a fight brewed. After many minutes, help arrived from his Clan mates. By then, the badger had gone, and Crowfur, as his warrior name was, was left heavily injured, and with a broken claw.
Crowfur healed quickly, but the Clan leader decided that a new name was in order for his bravery against the badger. The attack had left his left claw shattered and without use. So, he was named Shatteredclaw. Shatteredclaw continued to be a warrior for many moons.
RP Sample:Not exactly Shattered... Oh well.
| s t r a n g e r| to ;;some::
Tintedfeather moved stealthily through the tangled trees. She had no thought of where she was going, and honestly she could care less. The trees were so dense, she could hardly breathe. The air was cold as well, and as she looked up through the branches, she saw a clear blue sky, as if it were about to crack like ice. She dipped her muzzle, and treaded faster. Tears stung her icy eyes like claws to her throat; her pelt remained ungroomed and sleek with sweat. She found it hard to believe how much one could sweat when it was leaf-bare.
She stopped suddenly. The trees had ended, and she could breathe freely again. She came to a place where the air was fresh with moisture. In front of her lay a waterfall, shining blue. She blinked, and padded up to the edge. How a watery death looked so good to her now; Thistlestar was dead, and her only daughter was gone. She had nothing to live for, not even the kits growing in her belly. It would be Thistlestar's second litter, but he would never see them now. And quite honestly, she didn't want to see them either.
She took a quick drink of water, relieving her of her sore throat. But not even the cool water could heal a wounded heart. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the water beat against the rocks below the waterfall. Oh Thistlestar... she thought sadly, What am I supposed to do without you? Please, send me death. I deserve it, don't I?
And as if her prayers had been answered, a sleek golden she-cat emerged from the bushes behind her. She was beautiful, with a pelt like the rays of the sun. Tintedfeather turned her head quickly, scanning over the newcomer. Her lips partly slightly, and she gasped in surprise. "Ruinedpaw?" She faintly remembered Flashflood's apprentice, and daughter of Soulkeeper. She looked so much like her, it wasn't even worth a laugh.
Ruinedwing lifted her head, tilting it in confusion. She had heard strange pawsteps on a hunt by herself. She had no idea it would be the mother of Flowerpetal, and mate of Thistlestar. She unsheathed her claws, and flattened her ears. She was part of the Faithful Shadows now, and leaving an enemy in territory would result in an untimely death. She shivered, and moved closer. "Tintedfeather," she half-growled, not sure to be hostile or not, "What are you doing here? This is way beyond Clan boundries!"
Tintedfeather was filled with anger. "And you should know!" she hissed, "You went with Doompaw and my daughter didn't you? You belong to Stormfaith's "Clan" now, right? Traitor! I should slay you here!" She winced at her own words, but death had filled her with vengence and grief.
"Tintedfeather," Ruinedwing whispered, lowering her head, "Please be quiet. If someone other than me found you here, you would be dead already. Please leave."
The MountainClan she-cat chuckled a raspy purr. "Fool! I am dead already, don't you know? My daughter is gone, with your cult, and Thistlestar is dead! I am dead, dead inside!" She lifted her neck upwards, revealing tender flesh. "Please Ruinedpaw. Kill me. I deserve it. Besides, that's what your "Faithful Shadows" does right? They kill."
Ruinedwing opened her mouth to protest, but she saw that the she-cat was in pain. Her heart filled with pain, just as Tintedfeather's was. "Tintedfeather, you need rest," she said, "Go back to your camp. I won't tell Stormfaith you were here, I promise. I know death can be hard-"
Tintedfeather snorted angerly. "You don't know death!" she spat, "So, you saw your parents die in front of you? You didn't even love them! I loved Thistlestar, and even Flowerpetal before she turned away from me. You don't know death! Kill me, I beg you."
Something in Ruinedwing changed. Maybe it was care for the older she-cat, or just bloodlust. But she leapt at Tintedfeather's throat, ripping it with one fatal blow. Surprised, but relieved, Tintedfeather fell backwards, blood spilling from her wound. She blinked gratefully at her. "T-t-than-n-nk y-you." And with those parting words, she fell to her side. Ruinedwing watched, holding back tears. She gave the she-cat one last lick, before Tintedfeather closed her eyes for good.
Blood ran down, and the water ran red.
|v i s i o n| to ;;none::
But I do like to spend time of each bio. Making it a few sentences just wouldn't be good enough for me.
