Post by winterleaf on Feb 20, 2007 20:57:39 GMT -5
Name: Deatheater
Clan: Rouge (Bloodyheart’s follower)
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: N/A
Appereance: He has a dark gray fur that darkens as it reaches his extremities. He has sleek and slender body, which helps him to move easier. He has massive shoulders and paws. His eyes are dark amber. His ears are tufted with white. But since darkness dominates most of his body, they leave few space for the little white glimpses that come from his ears. Beneath his right eye, a bloody scar lies from a fiery battle with a Twoleg monster. He has huge and strong claws and baleful jaws.
Personality: He has a lethal and pestilent personality. His heart is full of hate and venom. Deatheater is only loyal to himself, not caring about others. He has a poisoinous body scent that can burn your nosetrills if you go near him. Only real strong cats can handle it. His voice has a bloodthristy noise. Deatheater will never give up until his enemy is dead, or until his ghastly goal is complete.
History: Deatheater was born in a far away forrest in a small rouge camp. His parents abandoned him when he was born and he had to take care of himself. Moons later, he grew up to be a strong tom. He went to a forrest, where he joined the clan of some cats that lived there. He became a worthy but untrusty warrior full of ambision to be the leader. One night, he tried an ambush to kill his leader but failed. He was expulsed from his clan. But Deatheater hadn’t finished his task. He tried another attack, killing all the clan cats. Happy for his victory, he left the forrest to search for more caos to cause. But in the way, a Twoleg monster attacked him. Deatheater survived, but with one serius injury. He proceeded on his journey and meet the evil cats of Darkclan. He joined, but only so he could cause more sufferment to others.
IC: Fiery and bloody claws shone as the moonlight touched them. Dark amber eyes glew in mid air as the shadows of midnight fell over the forrest. Between the nightfall, a migled image of a tom was seen. His jaws glittered with his eyes and an evil grin surrounded them. Deatheater smirked as he recalled the memories of his attack to Iceclan. His claws destroyed the soft ground and little plants beneath them. His eyes beamed in spitefullness. Suddenly, the scent of a cat reached his nosetrills. Deatheather followed it and soon discovered a small cat playing with a leave. He swiped a rosy toungue around his muzzle as he prepared to leap towards the delicious cat. Rapid as a snake, he jumped to it, summoning his claws in mid air. He riped the fur in the cat’s back. It yowled in pain and blood fell from his skin. The blood fell in Deatheater’s mouth. With a satisfactating look, he let the corpse of the cat in the shadows and padded away, blood falling from his jaws.
Password: Surrounding forrest
((yah, I know its lousy, but *yawns* I'm not very inspired today...))
Clan: Rouge (Bloodyheart’s follower)
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: N/A
Appereance: He has a dark gray fur that darkens as it reaches his extremities. He has sleek and slender body, which helps him to move easier. He has massive shoulders and paws. His eyes are dark amber. His ears are tufted with white. But since darkness dominates most of his body, they leave few space for the little white glimpses that come from his ears. Beneath his right eye, a bloody scar lies from a fiery battle with a Twoleg monster. He has huge and strong claws and baleful jaws.
Personality: He has a lethal and pestilent personality. His heart is full of hate and venom. Deatheater is only loyal to himself, not caring about others. He has a poisoinous body scent that can burn your nosetrills if you go near him. Only real strong cats can handle it. His voice has a bloodthristy noise. Deatheater will never give up until his enemy is dead, or until his ghastly goal is complete.
History: Deatheater was born in a far away forrest in a small rouge camp. His parents abandoned him when he was born and he had to take care of himself. Moons later, he grew up to be a strong tom. He went to a forrest, where he joined the clan of some cats that lived there. He became a worthy but untrusty warrior full of ambision to be the leader. One night, he tried an ambush to kill his leader but failed. He was expulsed from his clan. But Deatheater hadn’t finished his task. He tried another attack, killing all the clan cats. Happy for his victory, he left the forrest to search for more caos to cause. But in the way, a Twoleg monster attacked him. Deatheater survived, but with one serius injury. He proceeded on his journey and meet the evil cats of Darkclan. He joined, but only so he could cause more sufferment to others.
IC: Fiery and bloody claws shone as the moonlight touched them. Dark amber eyes glew in mid air as the shadows of midnight fell over the forrest. Between the nightfall, a migled image of a tom was seen. His jaws glittered with his eyes and an evil grin surrounded them. Deatheater smirked as he recalled the memories of his attack to Iceclan. His claws destroyed the soft ground and little plants beneath them. His eyes beamed in spitefullness. Suddenly, the scent of a cat reached his nosetrills. Deatheather followed it and soon discovered a small cat playing with a leave. He swiped a rosy toungue around his muzzle as he prepared to leap towards the delicious cat. Rapid as a snake, he jumped to it, summoning his claws in mid air. He riped the fur in the cat’s back. It yowled in pain and blood fell from his skin. The blood fell in Deatheater’s mouth. With a satisfactating look, he let the corpse of the cat in the shadows and padded away, blood falling from his jaws.
Password: Surrounding forrest
((yah, I know its lousy, but *yawns* I'm not very inspired today...))
