Darkheart -inactive redo-

[Darkie]

Name: Darkheart
Age: 14 moons
Alliance: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Appearence:

Darkheart's pelt is a pitch, silky black that has been his signature ever since he entered this world. His short fur makes it extremely easy to maneuver his way up and down stream, and it takes less time to dry && bathe.

But what every cat that knows him notices his radiant green eyes. They seem to captivate you where you're stuck between a hard place, and this dark figure is caving you in, so one hint, don't look into his eyes. It's scary. O.o

Personality:

Have you ever received the feeling that you were being watched by an inhuman force? The sensation that emerald eyes are staring you down, reading your thoughts, watching your whole life history, and revealing secrets you hold close to your heart? That is the way the RiverClan cats feel when Darkheart is lurking... afraid and opened.

Many cats aren't certain, but this unique black warrior has secrets he doesn't want to tell. Ambition is the center piece that forms most of his actions as this young cat roams the land of StarClan's fake peace. Darkheart never really believed in StarClan, he doesn't see the need too, for it is always just a distraction to the pathway toward power.

Even though he is such a cold, disbeliever, he has a heart somewhere, and is a strong worker. He loves his clan, and would do anything for it, especially if it lead him to be leader, but that wasn't the only reason. Darkheart lives up to his name halfway, since he has a kind heart too, when you get to know him and talk with him, but many are too afraid to, so that's why no one knows that side of him.

History:

kit;
Darkkit was born under the she-cat warrior Blackpelt, who he inherited his appearance from, and the Tom Greyclaw. Darheart had an exceptional kit-hood, nothing serious happened then much, except for the urge to plan his way to the top.

apprentice;
Darkpaw was an excellent worker, always listened to the superiors and respected the elders. It wasn't the kind of kiss-butt kind of thing, but yet it had it's advantages. He trained well under -idk who- and kept good care of his body.

warrior / now;
Darkpaw had just recently became Darkheart, and is doing well so far. Still not givng up on training himself, he usually watched the mentors train their apprentices to he can get a feel of different fighting tactics.

Roleplay Example:

It was a cold windy night as the stars dimly twinkled. StarClan seemed to be off-duty for the time being, which meant the signal had fired. A sleek dark figure slithered his way around every nook and cranny in the heavy brush as he worked his way to his destination.

A abrupt halt acted upon the moving figure as he scanned his surroundings with darting green marbles that reflected the full moon's light, creating an eerie glow that would stun any cat who dared to stare into his eyes.

"Where could he be?" Darkheart asked aloud sinisterly, yet quiet enough just in case someone was nearby. He couldn't take the chances of being caught, not when he got so far to finishing the job. His slim body circled as he looked to all side of him before he sat down, looking upon a shadowed figure's yellow eyes, who somehow eluded him in the past 4 nights. "I know your here, I can see you."

Code Word: Walk with Starclan

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Accepted! Very nice. I'm glad you're back.