Post by Feralstorm on Mar 14, 2007 23:55:55 GMT -5
Name: Feralstorm
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Clan/Rank: Darkclan/Deputy
Description: Feralstorm has a short red pelt with darker blotches splattered around it. He inherited it from his grandfather, Feralfire. His eyes are a mix of blue and grey, but mostly green. His frame is strongly built yet compact, so he's able to move swiftly through the forests.
Personality: Feralstorm is a somewhat lazy cat, though he's able to spring back to action whenever he's needed. Or when he feels like it. When he isn't lounging in a tree's soft shade, he's hyper and all over the place, ordering patrols, hunting, chatting, or jumping from den to den. He's kind and observing, watching and talking with his clanmates when they're in trouble.
History: Feralstorm was named after Feralfire, the best friend of the oldest leader of Feralclan, and his father's father. He had three other siblings, who died one by one during his life. When he was a warrior for about three moons, his old parents disappeared. Feralclan fell apart some time after that, and he was forced to wander alone to a destination he didn't know. He then found the territories of Fireclan, Mistclan, Darkclan, and Lightclan. He was accepted into Darkclan, then slowly climbed his ranks to deputy.
RP ex: "Mama... It's cold..." A grey-blue kitten shivered in the middle of camp, being thoroughly licked by a brown tabby she-cat. Snow suddenly drifted softly down to earth, and the two were ushered by a grey tabby cat to a large crack in a rock. Drizzlekit coughed violently again, then fell limp. A yowl of grief and anguish escaped the queen's lips as she rested her paws on the kit, who was caught in the death trap of greencough.
The scenery changed from grey, crude walls to the tip of a cliff.
A small brown tabby she-cat hissed warningly as the angry fox approached her. She backed up slowly, slashing her unsheathed claws in the direction of the enemy. The fox snarled and cornered her to the edge of the cliff. A smirk formed on its lips when Thornpaw turned her head quickly to see how far down ground was. Too far. The fox took this chance and clawed towards her face. She stepped back by reflex, only to find there were no more footholds. Down she fell...
A gray warrior stood tall and proud in the middle of camp, though his eyes were glazed with grief, his mate at his side. A circle of clan cats surrounded them, all of them yowling insults.
"You killed Salmonkit and Moonkit!"
"Murderers should die and fall!"
"Why would we kill our own kits?" Saberghost's mate asked aloud, pain choking her voice.
"Do not lie! You were caught red handed!"
"Die!"
Feralstorm opened his tear-stained eyes, heart beating frantically. The sky outside was still dark, and the moon shone brightly above. Slowly, his eyes narrowed. "Drizzlekit, Thornpaw, Saberghost... Why..." He closed his eyes and fell back into an undisturbed, dreamless sleep.
Codeword: Clan Cats Rule
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Clan/Rank: Darkclan/Deputy
Description: Feralstorm has a short red pelt with darker blotches splattered around it. He inherited it from his grandfather, Feralfire. His eyes are a mix of blue and grey, but mostly green. His frame is strongly built yet compact, so he's able to move swiftly through the forests.
Personality: Feralstorm is a somewhat lazy cat, though he's able to spring back to action whenever he's needed. Or when he feels like it. When he isn't lounging in a tree's soft shade, he's hyper and all over the place, ordering patrols, hunting, chatting, or jumping from den to den. He's kind and observing, watching and talking with his clanmates when they're in trouble.
History: Feralstorm was named after Feralfire, the best friend of the oldest leader of Feralclan, and his father's father. He had three other siblings, who died one by one during his life. When he was a warrior for about three moons, his old parents disappeared. Feralclan fell apart some time after that, and he was forced to wander alone to a destination he didn't know. He then found the territories of Fireclan, Mistclan, Darkclan, and Lightclan. He was accepted into Darkclan, then slowly climbed his ranks to deputy.
RP ex: "Mama... It's cold..." A grey-blue kitten shivered in the middle of camp, being thoroughly licked by a brown tabby she-cat. Snow suddenly drifted softly down to earth, and the two were ushered by a grey tabby cat to a large crack in a rock. Drizzlekit coughed violently again, then fell limp. A yowl of grief and anguish escaped the queen's lips as she rested her paws on the kit, who was caught in the death trap of greencough.
The scenery changed from grey, crude walls to the tip of a cliff.
A small brown tabby she-cat hissed warningly as the angry fox approached her. She backed up slowly, slashing her unsheathed claws in the direction of the enemy. The fox snarled and cornered her to the edge of the cliff. A smirk formed on its lips when Thornpaw turned her head quickly to see how far down ground was. Too far. The fox took this chance and clawed towards her face. She stepped back by reflex, only to find there were no more footholds. Down she fell...
A gray warrior stood tall and proud in the middle of camp, though his eyes were glazed with grief, his mate at his side. A circle of clan cats surrounded them, all of them yowling insults.
"You killed Salmonkit and Moonkit!"
"Murderers should die and fall!"
"Why would we kill our own kits?" Saberghost's mate asked aloud, pain choking her voice.
"Do not lie! You were caught red handed!"
"Die!"
Feralstorm opened his tear-stained eyes, heart beating frantically. The sky outside was still dark, and the moon shone brightly above. Slowly, his eyes narrowed. "Drizzlekit, Thornpaw, Saberghost... Why..." He closed his eyes and fell back into an undisturbed, dreamless sleep.
Codeword: Clan Cats Rule
