Post by Fallingmoon on Jun 14, 2009 16:12:07 GMT -8
Name: Darkeningpaw (soul)
Age: Eight moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Splashclan
Status: Other
Other:
Physical:
Age: Eight moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Splashclan
Status: Other
Other:
Physical:
Pysical let me see. To describe him a light tabby is far worse than he really is. He is more like a dazling silver with darker, yet still light, swirling stripes that murge together like a river, light and dark but still all light. His eyes, his eyes . . . are they blue, or are they green? Can it be possible to be both? His eyes are blue with a green ring around his pupil, as if his eyes are molting into a diffrent color, from sky blue to underbrush green. Now with his little nose, shall I call it black or gray-pink? It is a dark gray with a little moister of pink in it, but you can hardly notice that. Whicskers of black sring away from his nose like a group of birds flying away when a cat has lept into the middle. The marking above his eyes are streaks of lightish gray, that go up, then down, up and then down like an "m". The fur on his face is softer than anythign but StarClan knows of, like what humans think of clouds being soft. The same blened fur covers his slightly large ovalish ears like a blanket of smow on the ground, covering niks and cuts that have formed. His head is shaped round, muscular to almost and so defined from his short fur, unable to describe it properly once again. Down his neck he has short fur, yes, but his neck is somewhat normal may be a word, if he is anything near that common word. His shoulders, from moons of battle training, patrolign and rushing through unbeatable marsh muscles run smoothly through like many snakes, ready to stiffen and strike. Short fur slids down his thicck legs, barley keeping him warm. His long soft paws are just the roses on the thorns here, they look softer and since he is overall smaller he looks easy. See him with his claws out then chalange him, I dare you. His claws, sharper than knives, longer than thorns, deadlier than a badger's, and thicker than a dog's. Though it sounds inpossible it isn't, it is as if his small body has been given a boost. His side are farther apart than some cat's, showing short fur, but more fat to keep in warmth. The stripes are confusing, swirlign and connected everywhere so you can't track a single one. Down to the lower part of his body is tail is snake-like but thickly built, with short fur covering it like a constrictor wrapped around a tree.Personality:
Friends & Family:*~Kithood~*
Playfull, happy great to be around. He was the smallest of the litter, but he made himself the best! He always played around and always cheered anybody up, no it doesn't matter who they always goy a smile for that guy. Then he turned five moons old and he started getting less playfull, started mistrusting and started dying from inside. What happened shortly after turning five moons had totaly cooled the fire that went ablaze. The poor kit was lost, from the woods he had been in he wondered from the light trail that had wildflowers and butterflies to catch and now was dence thorns and glaring eyes of preditors. cold throns dug into his light pelt, shadows flitted over his cool blue eyes.*~Apprenticeship~*
Though he hasn't been an apprentice for long, he has been worse than before. Salty water colder than ice and stronger than the river was dragging him down, no air, no light, no heat . . . He didn't like to go out and play, but he didn't want to be with other cats. He prefurred the darkest corner where not only StarClan can see him, but th shadows that walk with every cat. He likes to walk aalone basicly, but likes battle-training to so he can learn to fight and build himself up, mentaly and physicly. Which, does the exact oppisite, it tears him down of the inside, but builds up on the outside to hide it all.
Dappledpaw ~ Sister ~ SplashClan.Characteristics:
His cooling heart, his sudden change, and his hard-taking.Picture:
History:
(Imagine gray stripes instead of black)
Roleplay Sample:*~Kithood~*
He was born to a cat who's name is unknown, just that he was suckled and then he was weened at the earliest age. She had been off doing stuff, sometimes for him, when he was about three moons old. He had been hyper and energetic, not knowing he had a brother and a sister, since mohter never told him. One, his brother, was still-born and his siter died days after, of hyperthermia since she had wondered of on wobly legs to where she thought her mother was one night, but couldn't find her trail and died of cold. At about Four moons Darkeningpaw ventured out of the Clan's paws at twenty-four seven and started to talk to cats at the border, loving to talk to them because of there diffrent scent. They had always fallen for him, but knew that they couldn't cross the markers so they stood at the border. At five moons his mother died in the river, caught by a branch they was draged down, she had her paw stuck in the tangle of branches and drowned. He turned from goign to the border to talk with cats outside his clan, to maybe once or twice talking to other kits, maybe a queen now and again. He had loved his mother, but his mother hadn't, strangly, loved him as much. He was blind to her behavior, but that was what had killed her maybe, being to sever on her inicent son and drowning by the stars. After that he hadn't been as happy, had't been as talkitive, hadn't been as playful. IT was as if a bolt of lightening had struck him, the lightning of change brought the thunder of sadness, lonliness and pain booming after.*~Apprenticeship~*
Made an apprentice he wasn'e as an enthusiastic as the other kits becoming apprentices. he cleaned the elder's den with no stories or 'I don't want to though.'s or 'come on!'s He did what he was told without enthusuasum, sarcasim but sometimes anger and flashing of teeth. He would get everly angrey with cats sometimes, but as he grew to eight moons, he stopped that to. He was dying, on the inside. Lightening had struck out the bright white fire burning in his heart, and left rain pouring down to smolder it, make it smaller, and smaller, cooler and cooler, less hope, less dreaming, less of everything. He was sinking, unlike the SplashClan cat he was, he was drowning in despair.
Not needed.Other:
Nothing really. xD Poor kitty cat.Form completion: No
