Post by ~.:Twilightspeaker:.~ on Mar 6, 2008 18:41:56 GMT -5
Name~Blueshade
Clan~EmberClan
Rank~Warrior
Age~24 moons
Gender~Tom
Description~Blueshade is a handsome bluish-grey tom with eyes the colour of a yellow moon. His velvety fur has many scars. One between his shoulders, parting the fur. One on his unusualy long tail, and two more on his strong slender legs. He stands with a strong build in his frame(body image). He has some darker, jagged stripes that run along his back, and down his tail.
Personality~Blueshade is a nice loving cat but has the darkest insides, not murderous, but mischevious, full of secrets dark. He doesn't trust other cats because of his past, unless he's known them well or saved his life or something, thing like that. His thoughts reflect the stars, lets just say he's a deep thinker. He thinks elders are very much of a nuissance, removing ticks and all, and thinks kits are as cute as a button. He likes looking at the stars, and others say he has the stars in his paws. He is best at hunting at night very stealthily. His favourite prey is the plump morsel, rabbit. At the end of the day he likes to stretch out and watch the cool blue sky, turn to pale pink red and orange as it gaveway to the night sky that waited at the edge of the horizon.
History~ A young cat running through the woods, fleeing for his life, regardless that his pursuers had long stoped the chase, but he ran on. His life was mostly about fleeing, fleeing from friends, fleeing from family and fleeing from himself. He's watched the medicine cat speak of doom for all the forest, he's seen his mother and best friend killed, by...his...FATHER! His father attempted to kill him aswell, but had no succsess. He's seen his mother come to him in his dreams and whisper everything a cat would want to know. All these things he's seen and never ever allowed to say. Others he wanted to keep secret anyway. His father was a rogue and his mother belonged to EmberClan. He'd been tricked and cheated, by others, which made things to hard to believe, and trust others. The only person he ever trusted well was hos mother and sister. His sister's name was Lostclaw, due to the stub from when she got her paw stuck in a trap. He seemed to change after all the dramatic events. Either way he was still an affectionate one of a kind cat.
IC~Blueshade padded around camp. He fixed his yellow eyes on everything that was happening around him. Apprentices cleaning out the elders den, Queens fussing over their kits, warriors sharing meals, or bringing in prey that had just been caught. A pretty tabby she-cat was sitting at the edge of the camp, in the shadows. Blueshade just noticed that the sun was beating down on his head and suddenly felt hot. He too retreated into the shadows to escape the unbearable heat. One by one, cats recoiled into the shadows. He looked up at the sky and saw the darkest cloud he'd ever seen in weeks. He swivled his head to the pretty tabby. "Does it look like like rain is coming?" He asked her. She too looked up at the sky. Very faintly she nodded to him, as if the sun was to hot for her to waste any energy. Finally dusk came. He ate and retreated to the den. Looking up at the pinky sky, he slowly closed his eyes and everything swirled to black, as sleep took over. Maybe tomorrow a storm would come, and refresh the forest.
Rules Password~Morning
Clan~EmberClan
Rank~Warrior
Age~24 moons
Gender~Tom
Description~Blueshade is a handsome bluish-grey tom with eyes the colour of a yellow moon. His velvety fur has many scars. One between his shoulders, parting the fur. One on his unusualy long tail, and two more on his strong slender legs. He stands with a strong build in his frame(body image). He has some darker, jagged stripes that run along his back, and down his tail.
Personality~Blueshade is a nice loving cat but has the darkest insides, not murderous, but mischevious, full of secrets dark. He doesn't trust other cats because of his past, unless he's known them well or saved his life or something, thing like that. His thoughts reflect the stars, lets just say he's a deep thinker. He thinks elders are very much of a nuissance, removing ticks and all, and thinks kits are as cute as a button. He likes looking at the stars, and others say he has the stars in his paws. He is best at hunting at night very stealthily. His favourite prey is the plump morsel, rabbit. At the end of the day he likes to stretch out and watch the cool blue sky, turn to pale pink red and orange as it gaveway to the night sky that waited at the edge of the horizon.
History~ A young cat running through the woods, fleeing for his life, regardless that his pursuers had long stoped the chase, but he ran on. His life was mostly about fleeing, fleeing from friends, fleeing from family and fleeing from himself. He's watched the medicine cat speak of doom for all the forest, he's seen his mother and best friend killed, by...his...FATHER! His father attempted to kill him aswell, but had no succsess. He's seen his mother come to him in his dreams and whisper everything a cat would want to know. All these things he's seen and never ever allowed to say. Others he wanted to keep secret anyway. His father was a rogue and his mother belonged to EmberClan. He'd been tricked and cheated, by others, which made things to hard to believe, and trust others. The only person he ever trusted well was hos mother and sister. His sister's name was Lostclaw, due to the stub from when she got her paw stuck in a trap. He seemed to change after all the dramatic events. Either way he was still an affectionate one of a kind cat.
IC~Blueshade padded around camp. He fixed his yellow eyes on everything that was happening around him. Apprentices cleaning out the elders den, Queens fussing over their kits, warriors sharing meals, or bringing in prey that had just been caught. A pretty tabby she-cat was sitting at the edge of the camp, in the shadows. Blueshade just noticed that the sun was beating down on his head and suddenly felt hot. He too retreated into the shadows to escape the unbearable heat. One by one, cats recoiled into the shadows. He looked up at the sky and saw the darkest cloud he'd ever seen in weeks. He swivled his head to the pretty tabby. "Does it look like like rain is coming?" He asked her. She too looked up at the sky. Very faintly she nodded to him, as if the sun was to hot for her to waste any energy. Finally dusk came. He ate and retreated to the den. Looking up at the pinky sky, he slowly closed his eyes and everything swirled to black, as sleep took over. Maybe tomorrow a storm would come, and refresh the forest.
Rules Password~Morning
