Post by Fernpaw on Feb 4, 2007 15:17:39 GMT -5
Name- Blackheart
Gender- Female
Alliance- NightClan
Rank- Warrior
Picture- None
Appearance- An all black she-cat with burring orange eyes that are full of hate and a lust for battle. She is average size, but is very strong. She is well muscled and can run fast as well. She has longer claws and her top fangs aren't completely hidden by her lips. She usually bits herself though with her long fangs. She has a tail that is slightly longer so that he may keep her balance while running since she tends to be a little off balance.
Personality- She is a blood thirsty cat and is as mean as the devil. She never has any thing nice to say to others and speaks her mind openly. She hates the elders and kits. She is a traitor and a backstabber. She very untrust worthy, if you ask me. She really wants to be leader, she thinks she is fit to rule, however she must first get to be deputy....... She likes to pick fights and can't wait for NightClan to attack DawnClan again. Her name really suits her.
History- She was born a rogue and joined Scourge's group of rogues. After BloodClan was defeated she joined NightClan. When DuskClan appeared she left NightClan and joined them, but later left when they were nothing like the original BloodClan. While in DuskClan she killed her own apprentice, Blackpaw because he was a weak coward. She stagged it so it looked like an accident, no one ever knew, except two apprentices Darkpaw and Riverpaw. Darkpaw liked Blackheart and decided to join in her murderous deeds, but Riverpaw didn't. Blackheart threatened to kill her if she said a word to anyone. One night she caught Riverpaw talking to her mentor about it. She led them both on a border patrol and killed Riverpaw's mentor, Riverpaw got away and disappeared. Darkpaw had been with her, but had not been able to find her either. After that she decided it was better if she left the Clan and cleaned herself off before going to join NightClan, Darkpaw came with her.
Rp Example- A sleek, black shape moved quietly through the forest, keeping low to the ground. She lifted her head above some ferns and spotted two others by the Thunderpath. She crept forward, hardly making a sound as she got closer to them. Her eyes gleamed with evil in the black night. She was behind them now, only a leap away from silencing them, she could not be found out.
She leaned back on to her haunches, he muscles bunched up under her, coiling like a spring. Then she launched herself at the cat in front of her, tackling the startled tom to the ground. She pinned him there and drew back her head, fangs glistening in the pale light of the moon. She drove her terrible teeth into the brown cat's neck and felt the warm blood rush into her mouth. She drew back and felt the cat go limp, scarlet blood gushed from the vicious bite. She licked her lips and began to scratch the dying cat, ripping clumps of fur from its body. Then she dragged it over to the quiet Thunderpath and lay the cat on it. She then quickly dashed off as the earth began to tremble.
She watched as the monster ran over the dead warrior. She looked both ways after the monster had gone and crossed it. She picked up some branches next to the scent marker and carried them back across. She rubbed the sticks over the the corpse to hide her smell, then threw the stick away. Her work was done, now it was time to see what had become of the tom cat's apprentice. There could be not survivors.....
Codewords- Blade and Feline
Gender- Female
Alliance- NightClan
Rank- Warrior
Picture- None
Appearance- An all black she-cat with burring orange eyes that are full of hate and a lust for battle. She is average size, but is very strong. She is well muscled and can run fast as well. She has longer claws and her top fangs aren't completely hidden by her lips. She usually bits herself though with her long fangs. She has a tail that is slightly longer so that he may keep her balance while running since she tends to be a little off balance.
Personality- She is a blood thirsty cat and is as mean as the devil. She never has any thing nice to say to others and speaks her mind openly. She hates the elders and kits. She is a traitor and a backstabber. She very untrust worthy, if you ask me. She really wants to be leader, she thinks she is fit to rule, however she must first get to be deputy....... She likes to pick fights and can't wait for NightClan to attack DawnClan again. Her name really suits her.
History- She was born a rogue and joined Scourge's group of rogues. After BloodClan was defeated she joined NightClan. When DuskClan appeared she left NightClan and joined them, but later left when they were nothing like the original BloodClan. While in DuskClan she killed her own apprentice, Blackpaw because he was a weak coward. She stagged it so it looked like an accident, no one ever knew, except two apprentices Darkpaw and Riverpaw. Darkpaw liked Blackheart and decided to join in her murderous deeds, but Riverpaw didn't. Blackheart threatened to kill her if she said a word to anyone. One night she caught Riverpaw talking to her mentor about it. She led them both on a border patrol and killed Riverpaw's mentor, Riverpaw got away and disappeared. Darkpaw had been with her, but had not been able to find her either. After that she decided it was better if she left the Clan and cleaned herself off before going to join NightClan, Darkpaw came with her.
Rp Example- A sleek, black shape moved quietly through the forest, keeping low to the ground. She lifted her head above some ferns and spotted two others by the Thunderpath. She crept forward, hardly making a sound as she got closer to them. Her eyes gleamed with evil in the black night. She was behind them now, only a leap away from silencing them, she could not be found out.
She leaned back on to her haunches, he muscles bunched up under her, coiling like a spring. Then she launched herself at the cat in front of her, tackling the startled tom to the ground. She pinned him there and drew back her head, fangs glistening in the pale light of the moon. She drove her terrible teeth into the brown cat's neck and felt the warm blood rush into her mouth. She drew back and felt the cat go limp, scarlet blood gushed from the vicious bite. She licked her lips and began to scratch the dying cat, ripping clumps of fur from its body. Then she dragged it over to the quiet Thunderpath and lay the cat on it. She then quickly dashed off as the earth began to tremble.
She watched as the monster ran over the dead warrior. She looked both ways after the monster had gone and crossed it. She picked up some branches next to the scent marker and carried them back across. She rubbed the sticks over the the corpse to hide her smell, then threw the stick away. Her work was done, now it was time to see what had become of the tom cat's apprentice. There could be not survivors.....
Codewords- Blade and Feline