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Post by [S]hattered on Jan 14, 2007 17:39:46 GMT -5
Name: Shatteredclaw
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Male
Position: Deputy
Clan: DawnClan *pokes*
Pictures: x
Appearance: 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 deputy, 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
Other: Not that I know of.
IC: [W]rite .m.e a |s i n|
The lithe shape of a cat loomed in the twilight's dull light. He sat poised on a Twoleg fence, his ears pressed against his head and his emerald orbs burning with hate as he glanced around this odd and unfamiliar place. A drop of rain landed on his nose, and he let out a snarl. He had felt the moisture in the air, but he hadn't expected it to rain so soon. The rain continued to drop lightly. As it hit Shatteredclaw's pelt, it slid off and back onto the ground. The water brought out the scents of the forest nearby, but it was not where he was going. No, he was waiting.
A pair of yellow eyes flashed from within the forest. Shatteredclaw's ears perked up, and he listened and watched. Those yellow eyes were watching him too. In a way, they much resembled his own eyes: swirling with passion and yet burning with a desire to kill. The shapely black tom arose and leapt down from the fence. He landed on the soaking wet soil, and he let his paws sink in. After a moment, he continued up the path. The yellow eyes began to move as well. They too turned into a lean shape of a cat, but this cat was far different from Shatteredclaw. She had torn, mangy orange fur and it seemed as though she had not eaten for several months; the ribs stuck out of her sides and her was breath was short.
The two met halfway on the path; Shatteredclaw stood on the side where the scents became those of Twolegs, while the she-cat stood facing him, where the scents drew out that of the forest and all of the pleasures inside. The two were silent for a while, listening to the rain as it pounded on the path, like a beating heart. Lightening danced across the sky, and it was only then that Shatteredclaw spoke.
"Hello Foxfrost."
[C]ry .m.e a |t r a g e d y|
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Male
Position: Deputy
Clan: DawnClan *pokes*
Pictures: x
Appearance: 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 deputy, 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
Other: Not that I know of.
IC: [W]rite .m.e a |s i n|
The lithe shape of a cat loomed in the twilight's dull light. He sat poised on a Twoleg fence, his ears pressed against his head and his emerald orbs burning with hate as he glanced around this odd and unfamiliar place. A drop of rain landed on his nose, and he let out a snarl. He had felt the moisture in the air, but he hadn't expected it to rain so soon. The rain continued to drop lightly. As it hit Shatteredclaw's pelt, it slid off and back onto the ground. The water brought out the scents of the forest nearby, but it was not where he was going. No, he was waiting.
A pair of yellow eyes flashed from within the forest. Shatteredclaw's ears perked up, and he listened and watched. Those yellow eyes were watching him too. In a way, they much resembled his own eyes: swirling with passion and yet burning with a desire to kill. The shapely black tom arose and leapt down from the fence. He landed on the soaking wet soil, and he let his paws sink in. After a moment, he continued up the path. The yellow eyes began to move as well. They too turned into a lean shape of a cat, but this cat was far different from Shatteredclaw. She had torn, mangy orange fur and it seemed as though she had not eaten for several months; the ribs stuck out of her sides and her was breath was short.
The two met halfway on the path; Shatteredclaw stood on the side where the scents became those of Twolegs, while the she-cat stood facing him, where the scents drew out that of the forest and all of the pleasures inside. The two were silent for a while, listening to the rain as it pounded on the path, like a beating heart. Lightening danced across the sky, and it was only then that Shatteredclaw spoke.
"Hello Foxfrost."
[C]ry .m.e a |t r a g e d y|
Codewords: Blade, Feline[/center]
