Post by Fallingmoon on May 31, 2009 18:04:38 GMT -8
Name;; Whisperingshadow
Age;; 30 moons
Gender;; Tom
Clan;; SpalshClan
Rank;; Warrior (Mentor? xDD)
Appearence;; Whisperingshadow is a dark ginger tom, with wide ict blue eyes that seem to mesmorise you. His eyes are deep blue that seems to stun, a blue and white mix, yet it is so intense, nothing can discribe it. His nose is pink-orange-white mix, like if you blur a tortishell's pelt, then add white to the color. His whiskers are long, sencitive and most of all, just . . . well there is nothing else to say. You can get lost in it's light cream color, yet it is invisable. His ears are a normal size but with soft dark red-orange fur that covers it like a cloud. The fur is short enough for a ant to get rhough, yet so tangled and matty under that not evena claw tip can get through, though the top looks glossy and well-groomed. His head is round, daring you to diffy it's shape, circle or oval? His neck as slightly longer fur, medium sized. His frontshoulders are thick with muscles, long invisable scars going through the top. The fur ontop is well-groomed and long, covering the thin, long bare slits where claw marks have never healed properly. His legs are about normal, though he looks taller because of his legs, but it is an illusion. His paws ae medium-sized and light for such a heivy-muscled cat. The claws on him though, boy! There are tigers in fear of him for his claws, they are normal sized but they are just so sharp jagged almost, his claws are like a knife, cutting through material easier than a smooth-clawed cat would. His back has fur shorter at the top, longer at the bottom because the sun has altered his families' fur pattern acroding to hot and cold. His back shoulders are thick set-like his front ones but thicker muscled for jumping, and with poerful, sturdy legs attached. His claws are smoother in the back, but still slightly rough. His tail has the longest fur, making his tail look like a river when he is running, fur rippling in the tugging qind. He is overall one of the biggest cats, and maybe a cat who looks more dead than alive sometimes.
Personality;; Whisperingshadow is a secretive cat, yet open to some. His mind is as protected from all else and distractions than a shadow is to mask an object's apearance. He makes cats drawn to him by his vioce sometimes, like a shadow whispering their name. His vioce is smooth and almost quite, not low, but milky. His secerts are dark, frightening and bloody, that is how the lock is so secure or the shadow is so black in his mind. He loves to play with a ball of moss or a pile of leaves when he is alone, yet he is so safisticated when he with another cat, he does what he his told stricktly, and in return what he says is stricktly followed. One of the things that makes him the angriest is when he odrers or his leader's is broken.
History;; As a kit Whisperingkit was so excited, playing with a ball of moss as if his life depended on it. He ran around like a bettle without it's head. As a kit, everyone thought he would be a ball of trouble, but oh they where wrong. The night after apprenticeship he was changed, he was a cat who listened and obveyed every oder, head down and ears flat. He even ate less, turning out skinny and falling sick only once. His father died from a fox during his second moon and his mother fell sick with greencough during leaf-bare, days before he was made a warior. When made a warrior he changed yet again. As a warrior he was what he is now, secretive and sly, obeying every order like a minoin, but with a feirce chalanging will. At thirteen moons old, he killed he brother, flyingleaf, near the thunderpath, throwing him on the path, letting a monster run over him. He had taken the dirty and beaten bodt to camp, looking as sad as any other cat would as if their life had been stolen from them, acting like he was always. At eighteen moons he had slain his sister, Flutteringpetal. After setting a trap he drowned his sister, pulling her head under the water with his greater weight, dragging her camp after a fox had attacked her, his ally Dustwing at his side that time. At the age of tweeny five moons he had thrown his alley Sharpclaw to the dogs near the two-leg place border, Dustwing at his side and ando ther warrior, an inicent bisandered, with them. Now at thirty moons he is plotting to kill yet another cat, one who is known to him as his only family left. He wants to seek revenge for his family only because of his grand-father. The sneeky rat had told his mother lies, which was passed on to him and his litter-mates, even his father. He wanted to keep the lies from spreading, and cause pain to his grand-father, the one who also seemed to tease him as an apprentice. He hated his grand father, the worthless old cat needing special care and softer bedding. Yet, insode all that he does have a little sparkle of love and respect for the cranky old liar that sleeps in the sunlight as he was his family, his only family untainted, the only cat he knew. Sure he had Dustwing, he used to have the cat who was sometimes at his side, the starry cat named Sharpclaw, but he felt as if the only star in the sky was his grandfather, watching him, portecting him, yet defying him and torturing him.
RolePlay Example;; None
Age;; 30 moons
Gender;; Tom
Clan;; SpalshClan
Rank;; Warrior (Mentor? xDD)
Appearence;; Whisperingshadow is a dark ginger tom, with wide ict blue eyes that seem to mesmorise you. His eyes are deep blue that seems to stun, a blue and white mix, yet it is so intense, nothing can discribe it. His nose is pink-orange-white mix, like if you blur a tortishell's pelt, then add white to the color. His whiskers are long, sencitive and most of all, just . . . well there is nothing else to say. You can get lost in it's light cream color, yet it is invisable. His ears are a normal size but with soft dark red-orange fur that covers it like a cloud. The fur is short enough for a ant to get rhough, yet so tangled and matty under that not evena claw tip can get through, though the top looks glossy and well-groomed. His head is round, daring you to diffy it's shape, circle or oval? His neck as slightly longer fur, medium sized. His frontshoulders are thick with muscles, long invisable scars going through the top. The fur ontop is well-groomed and long, covering the thin, long bare slits where claw marks have never healed properly. His legs are about normal, though he looks taller because of his legs, but it is an illusion. His paws ae medium-sized and light for such a heivy-muscled cat. The claws on him though, boy! There are tigers in fear of him for his claws, they are normal sized but they are just so sharp jagged almost, his claws are like a knife, cutting through material easier than a smooth-clawed cat would. His back has fur shorter at the top, longer at the bottom because the sun has altered his families' fur pattern acroding to hot and cold. His back shoulders are thick set-like his front ones but thicker muscled for jumping, and with poerful, sturdy legs attached. His claws are smoother in the back, but still slightly rough. His tail has the longest fur, making his tail look like a river when he is running, fur rippling in the tugging qind. He is overall one of the biggest cats, and maybe a cat who looks more dead than alive sometimes.
Personality;; Whisperingshadow is a secretive cat, yet open to some. His mind is as protected from all else and distractions than a shadow is to mask an object's apearance. He makes cats drawn to him by his vioce sometimes, like a shadow whispering their name. His vioce is smooth and almost quite, not low, but milky. His secerts are dark, frightening and bloody, that is how the lock is so secure or the shadow is so black in his mind. He loves to play with a ball of moss or a pile of leaves when he is alone, yet he is so safisticated when he with another cat, he does what he his told stricktly, and in return what he says is stricktly followed. One of the things that makes him the angriest is when he odrers or his leader's is broken.
History;; As a kit Whisperingkit was so excited, playing with a ball of moss as if his life depended on it. He ran around like a bettle without it's head. As a kit, everyone thought he would be a ball of trouble, but oh they where wrong. The night after apprenticeship he was changed, he was a cat who listened and obveyed every oder, head down and ears flat. He even ate less, turning out skinny and falling sick only once. His father died from a fox during his second moon and his mother fell sick with greencough during leaf-bare, days before he was made a warior. When made a warrior he changed yet again. As a warrior he was what he is now, secretive and sly, obeying every order like a minoin, but with a feirce chalanging will. At thirteen moons old, he killed he brother, flyingleaf, near the thunderpath, throwing him on the path, letting a monster run over him. He had taken the dirty and beaten bodt to camp, looking as sad as any other cat would as if their life had been stolen from them, acting like he was always. At eighteen moons he had slain his sister, Flutteringpetal. After setting a trap he drowned his sister, pulling her head under the water with his greater weight, dragging her camp after a fox had attacked her, his ally Dustwing at his side that time. At the age of tweeny five moons he had thrown his alley Sharpclaw to the dogs near the two-leg place border, Dustwing at his side and ando ther warrior, an inicent bisandered, with them. Now at thirty moons he is plotting to kill yet another cat, one who is known to him as his only family left. He wants to seek revenge for his family only because of his grand-father. The sneeky rat had told his mother lies, which was passed on to him and his litter-mates, even his father. He wanted to keep the lies from spreading, and cause pain to his grand-father, the one who also seemed to tease him as an apprentice. He hated his grand father, the worthless old cat needing special care and softer bedding. Yet, insode all that he does have a little sparkle of love and respect for the cranky old liar that sleeps in the sunlight as he was his family, his only family untainted, the only cat he knew. Sure he had Dustwing, he used to have the cat who was sometimes at his side, the starry cat named Sharpclaw, but he felt as if the only star in the sky was his grandfather, watching him, portecting him, yet defying him and torturing him.
RolePlay Example;; None
