Post by winterleaf on Sept 13, 2007 18:23:49 GMT -5
Name: Larkfang
Age: 42 moons
Alliance: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Appearence:
Age: 42 moons
Alliance: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Appearence:
Larkfang is a semi-skinny and dappled opaque tom with a radiant golden pigment as a base coat. His stained pelt owns different shades of amber, beige, and cooper hues that eventually darken into tangerine tinges. They blend with the smooth ivory dye in his legs and turn into peach, slightly apricot, nibs. In first appearance, he may seem slim with oddly proportioned legs and a scruffy pelt. His shoulders have a delicated and steep slope, the one that ripens into ample and broad slants when he runs, scampers, or plungs into his hunting or fighting positions. Larkfang’s bone structure is graceful and symmetrical, culminated for any physical hustles. His fur, at hast sight, is mostly of a stricking cream-color, but later, his peach casts become visible. His tail is long and suple, a beautiful extension of his spine and a nice aid when leaping or falling. As well, his lengs are enduring and elegan, usually bunching up with his sleek bone structure to make him an exceptional warrior. They are also tufted with a snowy white later. This later is more similar to a stain. It forms in his from left paw and lingers to his other three legs, lifting up as it reaches each one of them. It also creates a curve if seen from afar. Larkfang also owns acute and agonizing caramel colored eyes, the ones that not only express courage but also pain and anguish. They match with his pelt and make his aphotic face look transluscent and luxurious. All in all, Larkfang isn’t quite bad looking, but not an eye catcher either.Personality:
Larkfang is mostly a serious tom. He’s dark sometimes as well. Hunced over with a brooking look on his face like a stormcloud coming to a thunderstorm, he is hardily ever what one would call completely pleasant. He’s, however, loyal, brave, and occasionally a bit of a stiff, but he’ll always help whenever he can. Not prone to jelousy, Larkfang was the proudest cat in the forest when Phantomshadow became leader. He continues ot be earnest and sober and would never weaken his personality, not even to the feeble ones of his clan. However, on completely different occasions, he is making jokes and laughing, and what ever his moo is, he is always ready to provide needed advice and confort. Larkfang may subsequently be ascetic and grim because of the abominable memories that haunt him everyday. Despite his strong desire to become somebody cheerful and blithe, his past has never banished from his mind, creating and unleashing his bitter and recentful personality. Because of that, most weaker cats in Shadowclan fear Larkfang and never dare to speak to the tom, neither to argue with his decitions. When he first reached the camp, he was constantly rejected and discarted. He had to earn his respect by prooving his audacity and grit in the tasks he was assigned. In deed, Larkfang acquaired his respect and a high rank in Shadowclan, but his biggest ambition is to someday be joyful.History:
Just like his personality indicates, Larkfang has had a hideus past full of sufferment and grieveness. He lives in a giant chasm that carves as the depth of his sorrow grows and cruhes his spirit. Moons ago, he lived in a farway hinterland with parents he never knew. He grew up lonely, but as he turned older, he became wise, mature, and strong. When he had the age of an average apprentice, a faint quaint from the forrest around his nest led him outside his burrow. He followed it and found a tabby she-cat grooming her pelt. Larkfang fell in love with her at first sight. He met the beautiful cat, who’s name was Pearl. Blinded in love, he didn’t notice Pearl was a frail who dessesperately needed the assistance of a strong cat, like Larkfang, to protect her during the journey she was accomplishing. She proposed him to accompany her, an offer Larkfang couldn’t deny, as his heart pleaded for love and company. Both cats traveled to a small Twoleg valley that surrounded the mountains. Larkfang was too grooped in love to notice Pearl already had plans in the valley. A handsome and pampered kittypet awaited her these, and as soon as they arrived, Pearl relinquihed Larkfang, the one that had sacrificed his life to safe her against badgers, foxes, even Twoleg monsters, to be with his beloved one, Zack, the silver and sassy kittypet that owned her heart. Heartbroken, Larkfang returned to the hinterland he was living in, sobbing uncontrolably. The same day he arrived, a she-cat apperared infront of his eyes. She fell in love with him, but Larkfang was to sad to pay attention to her. Breezefeather, as he claimed to be called, consoled the fluffy patch of pelt until she managed to make him smile. Larkfang got enchanted with the stories Breezefeather told him about the clans, the forrest, their adventures, and their leaders. He got even more excited when she offered to take him these. Not doubting for a minute, Larkfang accompanied her. In their way, both cats became more attached to each other, and sharing a mutual love. But one day, everything changed. While padding in a musty cave, a rat bited Breezefeather’s tail. Larkfang fought the rat to death so he could protect his true love. Badly injured, she survived, but couldn’t handle to escape from the cave. The poison in her tail killed her. Larkfang buried her body, more heartbroken than ever. He got out of the cave with a cloud of gloom misery floating over his. But just like he had promised Breezefeather, he was reaching the forrest of the clans no matter what it took. He proceeded on the journey, facing danger by danger, but not stopping for any reason. Larkfang slept in Twoleg nests, rat burrows, and badger homes, risking his live only to accomplish his dream. One day, destiny lead his to an old rougue forrest. Antonished by the rotten trees and leaves in it, he wandered aimlesly by it with out the least clue whise he was. When suddenly, a cat leaped out of the buhes and attacked him. She had deadly claws and powerfull jaws, but glittering emerald eyes, just like the ones Larkfang had. Both cats fought to death, until they realized the bitter truth. In mid fight, Larkfang stopped dead as he recognized the gleam in his foe’s eyes. It was his mother! He stopped fighting and decided to chat with the enormous she-cat. Deathsky stared at Larkfang with wide eyes and ruhed towards him to give him a spiky lick on the cheek. Larkfang backened away and urged for her to explain why did she abandon her vulnerable kit in a small and frozen burrow. Deathsky sighed to hide an evil grin in her face. She couldn’t lie anymore, so he blabed out the story.Roleplay Example:
“You see my dear child” Deathsky started. “Before I was pregnant, I despiced kits. Their annoyiance made my pelt bristle irritably. But one day, I met a handsome and lurky tom. We both shared the same loving feeling. Soon, I was pregnant. I was most disgusted by the idea of having a kit, and so was your father. As soon as you were born, I kitted you for one week. Your father didn’t support me a bit, and I loved him too much to avoid him just because I filthy rat in my paws. So I made a bramble nest in the hinterland you were living and ran back with your father. We have lived happily ever after.” She finished, with a dreamy sigh. A spark of fury and hate appeared in Larkfang’s eyes. How dare did his mothis do that! What had he ever done to his mothis for his to despice his so much! He summoned his claws in the dry ground, prepared to attack in revenge. But a little voice in his mind told him to stay calm and continue with the chat.
“So” Larkfang started softly. “You abandoned me and expected I could live my own life and raise by my self, didn’t you? And I bet you also wanted me to learn my own lessons and experienced and gain strenght alone, right? Alone, in a chilly burrow...” he meowed casually. Not to his surprise, Deathsky nodded and smiled michiusly. (sp?) But Larkfang continued calmly.
“Well dear mother, you need to see what I learned” he proceeded, crouching. Deathsky gave him a puzzleled look, while Larkfang targeted her chest with his snout. Calling upon his back legs he jumped over her and clawed her deeply on the belly with his right paw. Deathsky let out a high pitched sketch as blood spilled from her body. Larkfang clawed her again on the chest, this time smoother. Soon, Deathsky’s coat was colored in red blood. Larkfang leaped away from his and padded inches from her.
“I’m glad you never raised me, for I would never like to become the nasty, pesty, repulsive, and rotten cat you are right now” he hissed. He helped his mother stand up again and gave her a quick lick in her scars. Deathsky glared despicefully at him, but was too weak to move or say anything. Larkfang gave her a last revolting peek before padding away from the clearing and carry foward with his journey.
Larkfang walked and walked, when in a kittypet place, love met with him again. The same day he met his beloved one, he had fled from a Twoleg home after stealing their food. A piece of chicken was in his mouth as he ran away from angry humans throwing rocks at him. He skided to a halt when he met a small chamber beneath the stairs of the entrance of a little Twoleg nest. Larkfang padded inside and crouched to a flurry ball. He ate the chicken, but his belly still growled. Now, where will he find food? Just like a miracle, a russian blue she-cat named Hawkrose revealed her slender and beautiful figure from the darkness.
“Hello” she meowed kindly. Larkfang’s ears perked in the sky and he stood up. His eyes met Hawkrose’s who stared tenderly at him.
“Um, Hi” Larkfang saluted back, trying to hide the fear in his voice. The tom approached nearer to her.
“I heard you are hungry” she said. Larkfang felt his cheeks boiling in shame as his belly growled again. Hawkrose chuckeled and steped foward.
“Its okay. Come, I’ll show you where the food is” she meowed and crept away from the chamber. Larkfang curiously followed her outside, where a icy gust received him. He dashed to Hawkrose. He was standing still, facing a furry creature in the floor with a pink tail. Heartbeats later, the creature was in her mouth and being offered to Larkfang. Larkfang’s eyes were wide, as he had never seen a cat catch like her.
“How did you do that?!” he gasped.
“That? Simple as it looks. Come, I’ll teach you” Hawkrose meowed. From that day on, Larkfang was lead to a world of knowledge, becoming more skilled and experienced every time. He had a little crush on Hawkrose, who deeply loved him. Neither of the cats knew the chamber under the cubboard they were living in was a deadly place in which few cats had the possibility to survive. And efectivly it was like that. The Twolegs living in the nest once busted the couple living below their stairs. Antonished, they kicked the cats out. Larkfang left the chamber, but Hawkrose refused. She claimed this burrow to be her home since she was a kit. Reluctantly, Larkfang returned and tried to convince her to leave. But she insisted on staying, no matter how dangerous the Twolegs were. Her rebeldy brought the Twolegs to a limit. Hawkrose crept out of the chamber and peered by the entrance in search for trouble. Larkfang followed her. He was standing inches behind from her, but suddenly, a Twoleg crahed a massive rock over Hawkrose’s body. She was thrown backwards and her corspe fell over Larkfang’s paws. His orbs stared widely at him while tears flooded his amber eyes. But he didn’t have much time to cry. The Twolegs were throwing more rocks at them. He grabbed Hawkrose’s body and dragged it outside the chamber. He ran towards the forrest and hid behind a lusty fern. The Twolegs calmed down and soothly returned to their nest. Larkfang creapt out from the bush and burried Hawkrose’s corspe in the burrow she had loved so much. He gave her a small prayer and went outside again. No matter how, but he was getting to the forrest Breezefeather told magnificent tales about. He carried on with his trip, until one day he finally made it. Too tired after his long journey, Larkfang lied down besides a bushy plant and fell asleep. Minutes later, he felt something pounching his on his chest. He woke up to meet the face of a beautiful tuxedo he-cat with olive eyes.
“You awoke!” she yowled happily. Larkfang blinked in confusion, his muscles not moving.
“Hi, I’m Creamflower, I trailed your scent, but I didn’t recognize it as part Shadowclan. Instantly, Larkfang’s ears perked in the air. Had this cat just said, Shadowclan?
“Hold it, you mean, Clan?” he demanded. Creamflower backened away, but her kind glace was still in her face.
“Yeah clans” she meowed back. That only meant something. He had made it! Larkfang finally reached the forrest of the clans!
Moons have passed since Larkfang became a noble and reliable Shadowclanner, admirred by small ones and desired by some she-cats. But nobody knows the dreadful past he has been cursed to live.
Check out Thornshadow’s bio from Thunderclan for one.Code Word: Walk with Starclan
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