Post by winterleaf on Jan 3, 2007 0:31:23 GMT -5
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Name: Darkstep
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Darkstep’s pelt is completely black. His tail long and fluffy and darker than his fur. His eyes are deep brown. His whiskers are long, followed by his legs. He has massive shoulders and strong paws. Besides his left eye, Darkstep has a big scar that streches from his eye to his ear. His body is huge. But his tummy has a little white spot that is unvisible from any point of view.
Personality: Darkstep has a mean personality and always thinks in revenge. As a kit and apprentice, he always bullied his other clan mates and never respected the warriors. He likes to break the warrior code all the time and laugh about the rules. He doesn’t have friends. He hates every cat for no reason. But sometimes, when he sees a very bad situation, he will help and never admit it later. It is said that when he does so, the spot in his tummy grows.
History: Darkstep wasn’t born in the forrest. Before joining Shadowclan, he was a rouge with his mother and father. His parents weren’t exactly a good example for him. He learned bad things from them. He was abandoned as a kit in the Twolegs’ place, where he was adopted by a girl. She gave him the name of Darky. He was happy with her, but moons later, his parents came back. They tried an ambush to get their kit back. After they succeded, they mistreated him and made him do evil things. He was abandoned again, this time in the forrest, where some Shadowclan warriors brought him back to the camp. So then, he grew up as a miserable cat, hating others with no reason, and being jeolus of those who have parents. He was corrumpted by his parents, and when the Twoleg took care of him, he was too small to remember. But deeply, deeply, inside Darkstep, he has a little heart, that brings him kindness and love.
IC: Darkstep pushed his way out of the warriors’ den. He bumped to a cat. “Hey, watch where you’re going you stupid furball!” he grunteed and tackeled him. He ran out of the den. Wanting to do something mean to finish the day fine, Darkstep observed three kits playing in the nursery. He noticed nobody was around them, he ran to them. They glared at him with awe. Darkstep smirked at pushed one of them with his huge paw and bit one the other one’s ear. Both kits started crying loudly. Darkstep ran out of the the nursery with an evil smile in his mouth. A she-cat arrived to the nursery. Darkstep assumed she was the kits’ mother. She licked them and kissed them, but then froze. “Hey, where’s my third kit?” she mewed frantically. Darkstep then remembered he had seen three kits and not two. “That’s strange...” he muttered. He turned around, a pang of guilt in his throat, and then came back to sence. "What’s wrong with me? As if those kits where important..."He mumbled and then frooze. The kit he had just bullied was on top of the biggest tree in Shadowclan. Darkstep stared at it with concern and happyness. He saw other cats where looking for him, but couldn't see the kit was in the tree. He turned around and ignored the kit. But the pang of guilt in his throat grew, and he couldn’t support it. Idiot of me... He thought, as he ran to the tree and rescued the kit. He grabbed it with his claws and bought it back to the nursery, hoping nobody noticed. He padded back to the warriors den and fell asleep, hiding his head between his paws of embarrasment and at the same time happyness after rescuing a kit.
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Name: Darkstep
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Darkstep’s pelt is completely black. His tail long and fluffy and darker than his fur. His eyes are deep brown. His whiskers are long, followed by his legs. He has massive shoulders and strong paws. Besides his left eye, Darkstep has a big scar that streches from his eye to his ear. His body is huge. But his tummy has a little white spot that is unvisible from any point of view.
Personality: Darkstep has a mean personality and always thinks in revenge. As a kit and apprentice, he always bullied his other clan mates and never respected the warriors. He likes to break the warrior code all the time and laugh about the rules. He doesn’t have friends. He hates every cat for no reason. But sometimes, when he sees a very bad situation, he will help and never admit it later. It is said that when he does so, the spot in his tummy grows.
History: Darkstep wasn’t born in the forrest. Before joining Shadowclan, he was a rouge with his mother and father. His parents weren’t exactly a good example for him. He learned bad things from them. He was abandoned as a kit in the Twolegs’ place, where he was adopted by a girl. She gave him the name of Darky. He was happy with her, but moons later, his parents came back. They tried an ambush to get their kit back. After they succeded, they mistreated him and made him do evil things. He was abandoned again, this time in the forrest, where some Shadowclan warriors brought him back to the camp. So then, he grew up as a miserable cat, hating others with no reason, and being jeolus of those who have parents. He was corrumpted by his parents, and when the Twoleg took care of him, he was too small to remember. But deeply, deeply, inside Darkstep, he has a little heart, that brings him kindness and love.
IC: Darkstep pushed his way out of the warriors’ den. He bumped to a cat. “Hey, watch where you’re going you stupid furball!” he grunteed and tackeled him. He ran out of the den. Wanting to do something mean to finish the day fine, Darkstep observed three kits playing in the nursery. He noticed nobody was around them, he ran to them. They glared at him with awe. Darkstep smirked at pushed one of them with his huge paw and bit one the other one’s ear. Both kits started crying loudly. Darkstep ran out of the the nursery with an evil smile in his mouth. A she-cat arrived to the nursery. Darkstep assumed she was the kits’ mother. She licked them and kissed them, but then froze. “Hey, where’s my third kit?” she mewed frantically. Darkstep then remembered he had seen three kits and not two. “That’s strange...” he muttered. He turned around, a pang of guilt in his throat, and then came back to sence. "What’s wrong with me? As if those kits where important..."He mumbled and then frooze. The kit he had just bullied was on top of the biggest tree in Shadowclan. Darkstep stared at it with concern and happyness. He saw other cats where looking for him, but couldn't see the kit was in the tree. He turned around and ignored the kit. But the pang of guilt in his throat grew, and he couldn’t support it. Idiot of me... He thought, as he ran to the tree and rescued the kit. He grabbed it with his claws and bought it back to the nursery, hoping nobody noticed. He padded back to the warriors den and fell asleep, hiding his head between his paws of embarrasment and at the same time happyness after rescuing a kit.
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