Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jun 28, 2008 12:37:37 GMT -5
Name: Stonesearch
Age: 18 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearence:
Personality: Stone is very sensitive, though no cat knows it. He is expressionless and cold in the company of others, but alone, he's only what he truly is: a frightened tomcat, who never wanted anything but to be with his parents. Stone is a fierce fighter, with sharp claws and teeth. But even his cunning mind and strong build do not substitute for his weary, crushed spirit. He longs for understanding, a cat who can share his grief. But he continues to bear it alone, and alone he figures he'll always be.
History: The silver she-cat slipped through the fronds of bracken, her fury showing in every prickle of fur along her spine. Her lips were curled back to reveal her stunningly white teeth, and her white claws were tearing at everything they set paw on. Her emerald eyes were blazing, and by the twitch of her tail, you could tell she was furious. "I told you this would happen, mousebrain!" She yowled. A dark grey shape slid out of the bracken, his red eyes glinting dangerously.
"It is your fault, not mine, Mistshadow." He hissed. They glared at each other. "I'd rather bear the kits of a badger than yours!" She yowled, limbs shaking with fury. The dark tom narrowed his eyes. "Well, why didn't you choose a badger for your mate, then?" He inquired icily. Mistshadow hissed again, so coarsly it was almost a growl. You're not my mate, Dagger! You'll never be. I hate you! And everything you stand for! You're evil, and I'll do anything to make sure our kits are not as you!" She pelted away, Dagger's cold red glare staring after her.
Mistshadow stumbled through the undergrowth. No cat of SilenceClan should know of her kit's birth. She squeezed into a hollow space underneath an Oak, and curled up, crying brokenly.
After a hard, painful birth, four bundles curled into the curve of Mistshadow's lean, strong body. She purred, licking each one. But something about them made her tremble. One was as pale grey as she. The other two were dark grey, and the fourth was dark grey with silver stripes. After licking the silver one again and again, Mistshadow knew it was of no use. The two grey kits were struggling to find milk, and after further examination, Mistshadow knew they would soon be with StarClan.
But the grey, silver-stripped tomkit was not showing sign of weakness. In fact, he was kneading her belly like any healthy kit, purring loudly. She liked his small head affectionately. "You will be Stone. For you refuse to give up your hold on life, as a stone refuses to give up its hold on the earth."
RP example: The mouse was unsuspecting. It was right in the claws of a hunter, yet it knew not this. Two sets of silver claws slid out of their sheaths, and the hunter's tongue drew itself almost instinctively over its lips. He leapt, killing the mouse with a swift, merciful bite to the neck. He licked blood off of his lips, then ravenously gulped up the rest of his prey. Stone was a dark grey tom, with strong muscles and sleek silver stripes running along his frame. His eyes were amber, like the leaves of Leaffall. He crouched, stretching out his muscles, as he prepared to hunt for his adoptive mother.
Age: 18 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearence:
Personality: Stone is very sensitive, though no cat knows it. He is expressionless and cold in the company of others, but alone, he's only what he truly is: a frightened tomcat, who never wanted anything but to be with his parents. Stone is a fierce fighter, with sharp claws and teeth. But even his cunning mind and strong build do not substitute for his weary, crushed spirit. He longs for understanding, a cat who can share his grief. But he continues to bear it alone, and alone he figures he'll always be.
History: The silver she-cat slipped through the fronds of bracken, her fury showing in every prickle of fur along her spine. Her lips were curled back to reveal her stunningly white teeth, and her white claws were tearing at everything they set paw on. Her emerald eyes were blazing, and by the twitch of her tail, you could tell she was furious. "I told you this would happen, mousebrain!" She yowled. A dark grey shape slid out of the bracken, his red eyes glinting dangerously.
"It is your fault, not mine, Mistshadow." He hissed. They glared at each other. "I'd rather bear the kits of a badger than yours!" She yowled, limbs shaking with fury. The dark tom narrowed his eyes. "Well, why didn't you choose a badger for your mate, then?" He inquired icily. Mistshadow hissed again, so coarsly it was almost a growl. You're not my mate, Dagger! You'll never be. I hate you! And everything you stand for! You're evil, and I'll do anything to make sure our kits are not as you!" She pelted away, Dagger's cold red glare staring after her.
Mistshadow stumbled through the undergrowth. No cat of SilenceClan should know of her kit's birth. She squeezed into a hollow space underneath an Oak, and curled up, crying brokenly.
After a hard, painful birth, four bundles curled into the curve of Mistshadow's lean, strong body. She purred, licking each one. But something about them made her tremble. One was as pale grey as she. The other two were dark grey, and the fourth was dark grey with silver stripes. After licking the silver one again and again, Mistshadow knew it was of no use. The two grey kits were struggling to find milk, and after further examination, Mistshadow knew they would soon be with StarClan.
But the grey, silver-stripped tomkit was not showing sign of weakness. In fact, he was kneading her belly like any healthy kit, purring loudly. She liked his small head affectionately. "You will be Stone. For you refuse to give up your hold on life, as a stone refuses to give up its hold on the earth."
RP example: The mouse was unsuspecting. It was right in the claws of a hunter, yet it knew not this. Two sets of silver claws slid out of their sheaths, and the hunter's tongue drew itself almost instinctively over its lips. He leapt, killing the mouse with a swift, merciful bite to the neck. He licked blood off of his lips, then ravenously gulped up the rest of his prey. Stone was a dark grey tom, with strong muscles and sleek silver stripes running along his frame. His eyes were amber, like the leaves of Leaffall. He crouched, stretching out his muscles, as he prepared to hunt for his adoptive mother.
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