Post by W|E|S|T on Jan 15, 2007 3:00:00 GMT -5
Name: Bloodroot
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Male
Position: Deputy
Clan: DayClan
Pictures: Click Please
Appearance: Tiger-striped tan fur peppered with the silver of age, stretched taut over a thin, wiry frame-- that is Bloodroot. He has thin, slanted jade eyes, which are often expressionless. His eyes are located in sallow pits on his face, which further amplifies the tired and unpleased look he often wears on his face.
Snake-like in appearance, he trickles down the hills of his homeland with ease, for he keeps his sharp, long claws unsheathed at all times. Bloodroot's claws are the most curious thing about him. Not only are the extremely long, but they are colored on faded off-red. In fact, his long, brownish claws lent him his name, at least for what you see of him on the surface.
Personality: Bloodroot is loyal to his Clan, to the Warrior Code, and to his leader, Nocturnestar. He retains none of the silly greed that most "career deputies" have, and has no interest in usurping his beloved leader. But other than that, he is loyal to little else. While he would give his life for any member of DayClan, he would not hesitate to destroy any trespasser on DayClan territory, in fact, only the Warrior Code stops him from doing so. However, though his loyalty and love for his Clan knows no bounds, it is not always apparent...
While most cats think that Bloodroot was named for his claws, as his slightly blood-colored claws keep him firmly in the ground, Bloodroot was name for the plant. The medicine cat that presided over his birth seemed to have been gifted with foresight; she foresaw the poisonous tom that the kit would become. The sap of the bloodroot plant is toxic to all animals, and will relentlessly eat away at the skin of whoever was stupid enough to consume it. Likewise, Bloodroot is relentless in all things. The amount of fortitude and perseverance he has is frightening, and combined with his cold anger and cruelty, Bloodroot is positively terrifying.
His poisonous, of course, is reserved only to cats outside of DayClan. He has a soft-spot for kits, and will let them crawl all over him. However, be sure as to not point that out, or you can expect a berating.
History: Born to sickly Pondmoss and quiet Thornthroat, Bloodkit was the only surviving kit of a litter of four. His mother, the thin Pondmoss, had been sick from birth. Only StarClan knew why she was alive, only to suffer for another day, and only StarClan knew why she chose to have kits. Thornthroat had torn his throat open as an apprentice, and was rendered mute by the accident. DayClan found the odd couple amusing in a sad way, and they welcomed their odd couple's kit with open hearts.
Pondmoss was not allowed to nurse her son. The medicine cat at the time, Threelegs, knew that Bloodkit would receive no nutrients from Pondmoss, who could barely keep herself alive, let alone a kit. He was instead nursed by the sad and bitter Watereyes, a young she-cat who had lost her first litter and mate to the chill of winter. Bloodkit was allowed to visit his mother once a day, along with his father. It was under these bleak conditions that Bloodkit spent his kithood.
Bloodkit became Bloodpaw in an easily forgettable ceremony. He was apprenticed to Watereyes, much to the surprise of DayClan. Apparently, according to the leader, Thornthroat would not make a good mentor because he could not communicate with other cats. Watereyes did not care much for her new apprentice; she was still heart-broken over her losses. She trained him well, but no mentor-apprentice bond sprung up between them. In addition to this, Pondmoss finally died soon after her son was apprenticed, and a heart-broken Thornthroat died days later. Bloodpaw was truly alone.
He was around 10 moons old when DayClan learned about his hidden personality. While on a patrol, Bloodpaw spotted a DayClan apprentice on DayClan territory. The patrol chased the apprentice, but he escaped back into DuskClan. While the rest of the patrol returned home, Bloodpaw snuck off, and tracked the apprentice down. He confronted the young tom, fought him, and mortally wounded him. While DuskClan mourned the mysterious loss of one of their apprentices, all DayClan knew was that Bloodpaw returned to camp late at night with blood-stained claws.
He was made a warrior the next moon.
During hard times, Bloodroot was StarClan-sent. He never gave up, and would hunt late into the night to feed his Clan. He fought hard, and was made a deputy for his perseverance and loyalty.
Other:
IC: "Maybe she's right..." Holly's words had inspired Seastar to talk. "Maybe I didn't deserve to keep them..."
"Shut up! You would actually listen to her? It was all Halfstar's fault! I tried my best, but in the end, he took them from me!"
"From you? They were my kits! You aren't me!" With that, Seastar summoned up all the righteous anger she felt inside her, and was able to wrestle her body out of the monster's control.
Still madly weaving towards Holly, Seastar blinked. Things had looked different from inside her prison. Somehow, while in control of her own self, the world of the living seemed, well, more alive. She could feel the monster rage in the back of her skull, and she knew she was running out of time.
She paused for just an instant, and mewed two simple words to the young she-cat. "I'm sorry." Before, when the monster used her throat and tongue, Seastar's voice sounded deeper, harsher, coarser. Now that she was back in control, her true voice rang out, light and clear, like a bell ringing through the fog. Seastar blinked and sighed sympathetically, and then felt her power over her body wink out like a light.
Anxious to keep advantage over Holly, Seastar threw herself toward the she-cat, aiming for her paws. "I'll knock her off balance, and then finish the job. I can't afford to let my secret get out."
Blade Feline
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Male
Position: Deputy
Clan: DayClan
Pictures: Click Please
Appearance: Tiger-striped tan fur peppered with the silver of age, stretched taut over a thin, wiry frame-- that is Bloodroot. He has thin, slanted jade eyes, which are often expressionless. His eyes are located in sallow pits on his face, which further amplifies the tired and unpleased look he often wears on his face.
Snake-like in appearance, he trickles down the hills of his homeland with ease, for he keeps his sharp, long claws unsheathed at all times. Bloodroot's claws are the most curious thing about him. Not only are the extremely long, but they are colored on faded off-red. In fact, his long, brownish claws lent him his name, at least for what you see of him on the surface.
Personality: Bloodroot is loyal to his Clan, to the Warrior Code, and to his leader, Nocturnestar. He retains none of the silly greed that most "career deputies" have, and has no interest in usurping his beloved leader. But other than that, he is loyal to little else. While he would give his life for any member of DayClan, he would not hesitate to destroy any trespasser on DayClan territory, in fact, only the Warrior Code stops him from doing so. However, though his loyalty and love for his Clan knows no bounds, it is not always apparent...
While most cats think that Bloodroot was named for his claws, as his slightly blood-colored claws keep him firmly in the ground, Bloodroot was name for the plant. The medicine cat that presided over his birth seemed to have been gifted with foresight; she foresaw the poisonous tom that the kit would become. The sap of the bloodroot plant is toxic to all animals, and will relentlessly eat away at the skin of whoever was stupid enough to consume it. Likewise, Bloodroot is relentless in all things. The amount of fortitude and perseverance he has is frightening, and combined with his cold anger and cruelty, Bloodroot is positively terrifying.
His poisonous, of course, is reserved only to cats outside of DayClan. He has a soft-spot for kits, and will let them crawl all over him. However, be sure as to not point that out, or you can expect a berating.
History: Born to sickly Pondmoss and quiet Thornthroat, Bloodkit was the only surviving kit of a litter of four. His mother, the thin Pondmoss, had been sick from birth. Only StarClan knew why she was alive, only to suffer for another day, and only StarClan knew why she chose to have kits. Thornthroat had torn his throat open as an apprentice, and was rendered mute by the accident. DayClan found the odd couple amusing in a sad way, and they welcomed their odd couple's kit with open hearts.
Pondmoss was not allowed to nurse her son. The medicine cat at the time, Threelegs, knew that Bloodkit would receive no nutrients from Pondmoss, who could barely keep herself alive, let alone a kit. He was instead nursed by the sad and bitter Watereyes, a young she-cat who had lost her first litter and mate to the chill of winter. Bloodkit was allowed to visit his mother once a day, along with his father. It was under these bleak conditions that Bloodkit spent his kithood.
Bloodkit became Bloodpaw in an easily forgettable ceremony. He was apprenticed to Watereyes, much to the surprise of DayClan. Apparently, according to the leader, Thornthroat would not make a good mentor because he could not communicate with other cats. Watereyes did not care much for her new apprentice; she was still heart-broken over her losses. She trained him well, but no mentor-apprentice bond sprung up between them. In addition to this, Pondmoss finally died soon after her son was apprenticed, and a heart-broken Thornthroat died days later. Bloodpaw was truly alone.
He was around 10 moons old when DayClan learned about his hidden personality. While on a patrol, Bloodpaw spotted a DayClan apprentice on DayClan territory. The patrol chased the apprentice, but he escaped back into DuskClan. While the rest of the patrol returned home, Bloodpaw snuck off, and tracked the apprentice down. He confronted the young tom, fought him, and mortally wounded him. While DuskClan mourned the mysterious loss of one of their apprentices, all DayClan knew was that Bloodpaw returned to camp late at night with blood-stained claws.
He was made a warrior the next moon.
During hard times, Bloodroot was StarClan-sent. He never gave up, and would hunt late into the night to feed his Clan. He fought hard, and was made a deputy for his perseverance and loyalty.
Other:
IC: "Maybe she's right..." Holly's words had inspired Seastar to talk. "Maybe I didn't deserve to keep them..."
"Shut up! You would actually listen to her? It was all Halfstar's fault! I tried my best, but in the end, he took them from me!"
"From you? They were my kits! You aren't me!" With that, Seastar summoned up all the righteous anger she felt inside her, and was able to wrestle her body out of the monster's control.
Still madly weaving towards Holly, Seastar blinked. Things had looked different from inside her prison. Somehow, while in control of her own self, the world of the living seemed, well, more alive. She could feel the monster rage in the back of her skull, and she knew she was running out of time.
She paused for just an instant, and mewed two simple words to the young she-cat. "I'm sorry." Before, when the monster used her throat and tongue, Seastar's voice sounded deeper, harsher, coarser. Now that she was back in control, her true voice rang out, light and clear, like a bell ringing through the fog. Seastar blinked and sighed sympathetically, and then felt her power over her body wink out like a light.
Anxious to keep advantage over Holly, Seastar threw herself toward the she-cat, aiming for her paws. "I'll knock her off balance, and then finish the job. I can't afford to let my secret get out."
Blade Feline
