Post by Panda on Jan 14, 2007 13:13:32 GMT -5
Name: Inkspell
Age: 30 Moons
Gender: Male
Position: Deputy
Clan: Duskclan
Pictures:
Appearance: Inkspell’s coat is a dark black coloring, and slightly longer than a short-coated cat’s fur length would be. He has a spot of white on his chest and then another down his front right leg, near his foot. His eyes are a strange pale dark orange. Truly unique. He is built very nicely, not entirely muscular, but enough to make him a good fighter. He isn’t ‘fat’ but resides at a healthy weight like all of the warriors should. I guess there isn’t much more to say then…
Personality: Inkspell is calm. He can stay calm in the most hectic situations. It’s a rare sight to see him panic or something of the sort, so if you do, take a picture. I’m not saying he doesn’t panic at all, he just does a good job of hiding it and staying calm. His tone of voice can be very serious. In fact most of the time it is. He is a very serious cat, or seemingly. His jokes are made in that serious voice and they are hard to catch sometimes but it works for him. He is very laid back and relaxed. A very good friend he makes, and he is looking for a she-cat to call his partner.
History: Inkspell was born into Duskclan with 2 sisters. His parents were Deertree and Moonspell. His mother, Moonspell had loved them all dearly. But she favored his sisters. His father had been deputy of the clan but never did get to be deputy. He had been a senior warrior and soon after Inkspell and his sisters had been apprenticed he had to join the elders. Inkspell himself was mentored by the new deputy. Only the deputy and Med. Cat knew that their leader was on her last life. His mentor took on leader while mentoring Inkspell. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Inkspell indeed lost one of his sisters to the two-leg's monsters. They got her and his mother while they were out hunting. It was strange, the monster had swerved off the road. It gave his mother a badly injured leg but killed his sister. He didn't cry, but stayed vigil with his sister all night. If you were very close you could see him whispering to her. Telling her that it would be alright. That everything would be okay. When he woke up in the first light the elders had already come. His father was among them. He said his final goodbye and watched them leave with his sister with a slight smile. He was fine, he accepted it. After this he went to see his mother, she had to join the elders when she was healed. She had a nasty hit and wouldn't be of much use, it had almost been her time anywho.
He grew into a fine warrior. His mentor and leader named him Inkspell. For he had this strange magical quality about him. Inkspell found a lovely young she-cat whom he had a litter of two kits with. The she-cat died giving birth and with no other mothers giving milk in the nursery Inkspell's kits had no one. The Medicine cat talked it over with him and very calmly he agreed to what she wanted to do. The Med. Cat took his kits to the Medicine cat of Dawnclan and there his two twin sons thrived.
Other: I may make his Sons and Sister(Alive sister) Having his sis and a son UFA. I might...
IC: Inkspell croutched in the bushes, his eyes set on only one thing. He hadn't ever checked in on his sons in Dawnclan and he allowed himself this one chance. His tail twitched behind him slightly nervous. He watched the two apprentices play about across the borders. His mouth formed a crooked smile. His eyes warm and happy. He couldn't get enough of this. He wished his sons could still be here, they had no idea of who he was for sure. The deputy continued to smile and watch but he knew every second he came closer to being caught by his clan. They wouldn't know what but it wasn't good for him to be seen. He had allowed himself one look-sie to see how they were doing and that was all. He turned himself and headed off to hunt before returning to his hunting. Blazefeline.
Age: 30 Moons
Gender: Male
Position: Deputy
Clan: Duskclan
Pictures:
Appearance: Inkspell’s coat is a dark black coloring, and slightly longer than a short-coated cat’s fur length would be. He has a spot of white on his chest and then another down his front right leg, near his foot. His eyes are a strange pale dark orange. Truly unique. He is built very nicely, not entirely muscular, but enough to make him a good fighter. He isn’t ‘fat’ but resides at a healthy weight like all of the warriors should. I guess there isn’t much more to say then…
Personality: Inkspell is calm. He can stay calm in the most hectic situations. It’s a rare sight to see him panic or something of the sort, so if you do, take a picture. I’m not saying he doesn’t panic at all, he just does a good job of hiding it and staying calm. His tone of voice can be very serious. In fact most of the time it is. He is a very serious cat, or seemingly. His jokes are made in that serious voice and they are hard to catch sometimes but it works for him. He is very laid back and relaxed. A very good friend he makes, and he is looking for a she-cat to call his partner.
History: Inkspell was born into Duskclan with 2 sisters. His parents were Deertree and Moonspell. His mother, Moonspell had loved them all dearly. But she favored his sisters. His father had been deputy of the clan but never did get to be deputy. He had been a senior warrior and soon after Inkspell and his sisters had been apprenticed he had to join the elders. Inkspell himself was mentored by the new deputy. Only the deputy and Med. Cat knew that their leader was on her last life. His mentor took on leader while mentoring Inkspell. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Inkspell indeed lost one of his sisters to the two-leg's monsters. They got her and his mother while they were out hunting. It was strange, the monster had swerved off the road. It gave his mother a badly injured leg but killed his sister. He didn't cry, but stayed vigil with his sister all night. If you were very close you could see him whispering to her. Telling her that it would be alright. That everything would be okay. When he woke up in the first light the elders had already come. His father was among them. He said his final goodbye and watched them leave with his sister with a slight smile. He was fine, he accepted it. After this he went to see his mother, she had to join the elders when she was healed. She had a nasty hit and wouldn't be of much use, it had almost been her time anywho.
He grew into a fine warrior. His mentor and leader named him Inkspell. For he had this strange magical quality about him. Inkspell found a lovely young she-cat whom he had a litter of two kits with. The she-cat died giving birth and with no other mothers giving milk in the nursery Inkspell's kits had no one. The Medicine cat talked it over with him and very calmly he agreed to what she wanted to do. The Med. Cat took his kits to the Medicine cat of Dawnclan and there his two twin sons thrived.
Other: I may make his Sons and Sister(Alive sister) Having his sis and a son UFA. I might...
IC: Inkspell croutched in the bushes, his eyes set on only one thing. He hadn't ever checked in on his sons in Dawnclan and he allowed himself this one chance. His tail twitched behind him slightly nervous. He watched the two apprentices play about across the borders. His mouth formed a crooked smile. His eyes warm and happy. He couldn't get enough of this. He wished his sons could still be here, they had no idea of who he was for sure. The deputy continued to smile and watch but he knew every second he came closer to being caught by his clan. They wouldn't know what but it wasn't good for him to be seen. He had allowed himself one look-sie to see how they were doing and that was all. He turned himself and headed off to hunt before returning to his hunting. Blazefeline.
