Post by -.NighTSighT.- on Apr 9, 2007 20:16:55 GMT -5
Name: Deathraven
Age: 13 moons
Alliance: Rogue
Rank: ---
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Her basic fur is a pale cream color. It looks golden in the day and silver in the night. Her pelt is leopard spotted, the back spots are brown and in her legs are black. Her long tail has half rings if a grayish color, and her tail tip is black. Her pelt is tight and short, she is lean and elegant, and with a small head and somewhat big ears. Her chin, chest and belly are white. Her eyes are round and slightly almond shaped, they are an intense blue just like those of her brother.
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Personality: As a rogue Deathraven is a lonely and independant cat, because of her history she has accumulated a lot of resentment towards the clan cats, and particularly her brother. Deathraven is dark, and merciless, she has no fear to fight, and wont care to trespass clan territory or get in fight with other rogues, even though she is young, rogue life has made her experienced and clever. She has a dark heart, but difficult to admit it herself, she loves kits, and wouldn’t hurt one.
History: Deathraven almost died as a kit. When her mother took her brother, Stormkit (one of my cats, Stormfrost) to live with Thunderclan --the clan where her father was in before he died-- and then returned the Riverclan territory, were the sorrowful queen was born, she had laid on the snow awaiting death, to meet with her beloved one, but she didn’t know that inside her, a kit still lived waiting impatiently to meet with the forest. Her mother had died and the she-kit knew as the last heart beats died that she was trapped. Blind—as all kits are born- but with pure instinct of survival, she clawed her way out, but she was not welcomed… the harsh leaf-bare winds struck her till her bones chilled, but she was not a weak cat, and certainly not the runt of the litter, she continued dragging herself through the snow—but no kit could’ve survived that, not even the strongest. Luckily for her a kind loner spotted her and took mercy on her. Later when she grew older, the loner had told her everything about her past, since he had witnessed it, but the kit—now about five moons old—was mad with her mother for having died and left her alone, she was mad because of her weak nature, because of having died just because her father died and not continued living—yes the kit appreciated much her life, but later would grow into a merciless rogue. She hated her brother for having safely placed in a clan, her deceased father’s former clan… One night she spotted a raven and thinking that she had no name, she called herself Deathraven… thinking of the clan names, although she was only about an apprentice by the time. She disappeared from the life of the kind loner who had saved her, and wondered in the forest alone, shaping her strong ill-tempered, character, swearing revenge for her brother being luckier then her, but without knowing that her brother didn’t have the least idea of his past.
ICC: It was dawn, and a young she-cat emerged from the thick undergrowth. She stretched in pleasure as she felt the slight new-leaf sun rays penetraiting her pelt, feeling the warmth that she could not get through other cat's heat. She started grooming her fur but couldn't erase at all its raggedy look. "I am a rogue... why would I care about my appereance?" She thought, but kept grooming it till it looked somewhat better. She got up and with her intense dark blue eyes she searched for movement, her ears perked, her jaws parted, she sensed a mouse near, enough for her unsatisfied stomach. She did not wait or used stealth, instead she had her own way. Deathraven gave a deblish smile and launched herself into persecution... at the end, she sat with a satisfied belly and licking her paws.
Codeword: Mice...a tasty cat treat (lol ^^)
Age: 13 moons
Alliance: Rogue
Rank: ---
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Her basic fur is a pale cream color. It looks golden in the day and silver in the night. Her pelt is leopard spotted, the back spots are brown and in her legs are black. Her long tail has half rings if a grayish color, and her tail tip is black. Her pelt is tight and short, she is lean and elegant, and with a small head and somewhat big ears. Her chin, chest and belly are white. Her eyes are round and slightly almond shaped, they are an intense blue just like those of her brother.
Picture:
Personality: As a rogue Deathraven is a lonely and independant cat, because of her history she has accumulated a lot of resentment towards the clan cats, and particularly her brother. Deathraven is dark, and merciless, she has no fear to fight, and wont care to trespass clan territory or get in fight with other rogues, even though she is young, rogue life has made her experienced and clever. She has a dark heart, but difficult to admit it herself, she loves kits, and wouldn’t hurt one.
History: Deathraven almost died as a kit. When her mother took her brother, Stormkit (one of my cats, Stormfrost) to live with Thunderclan --the clan where her father was in before he died-- and then returned the Riverclan territory, were the sorrowful queen was born, she had laid on the snow awaiting death, to meet with her beloved one, but she didn’t know that inside her, a kit still lived waiting impatiently to meet with the forest. Her mother had died and the she-kit knew as the last heart beats died that she was trapped. Blind—as all kits are born- but with pure instinct of survival, she clawed her way out, but she was not welcomed… the harsh leaf-bare winds struck her till her bones chilled, but she was not a weak cat, and certainly not the runt of the litter, she continued dragging herself through the snow—but no kit could’ve survived that, not even the strongest. Luckily for her a kind loner spotted her and took mercy on her. Later when she grew older, the loner had told her everything about her past, since he had witnessed it, but the kit—now about five moons old—was mad with her mother for having died and left her alone, she was mad because of her weak nature, because of having died just because her father died and not continued living—yes the kit appreciated much her life, but later would grow into a merciless rogue. She hated her brother for having safely placed in a clan, her deceased father’s former clan… One night she spotted a raven and thinking that she had no name, she called herself Deathraven… thinking of the clan names, although she was only about an apprentice by the time. She disappeared from the life of the kind loner who had saved her, and wondered in the forest alone, shaping her strong ill-tempered, character, swearing revenge for her brother being luckier then her, but without knowing that her brother didn’t have the least idea of his past.
ICC: It was dawn, and a young she-cat emerged from the thick undergrowth. She stretched in pleasure as she felt the slight new-leaf sun rays penetraiting her pelt, feeling the warmth that she could not get through other cat's heat. She started grooming her fur but couldn't erase at all its raggedy look. "I am a rogue... why would I care about my appereance?" She thought, but kept grooming it till it looked somewhat better. She got up and with her intense dark blue eyes she searched for movement, her ears perked, her jaws parted, she sensed a mouse near, enough for her unsatisfied stomach. She did not wait or used stealth, instead she had her own way. Deathraven gave a deblish smile and launched herself into persecution... at the end, she sat with a satisfied belly and licking her paws.
Codeword: Mice...a tasty cat treat (lol ^^)
