Post by warsong13 on Nov 12, 2007 16:23:23 GMT -5
Name: Warstar (Warshadow)
Age: 32 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: BoneClan
Position: Leader
Personality: Warstar is a deadly cat. He has no feeling of infatuation for any cat at all. Though he is extremely loyal. But to only one thing: his Clan. He usually has little or no sense of humour, and a strong blood-lust. In battle he can kill, if he is driven to it. He is very quiet and mysterious too. His best skill is fighting. He can hunt very well, too. Warstar is also tirelessly helping the Clan, whether it's hunting, patrolling, or helping the Med. Cat. Though he has a small heart, there is a small spot in it for kits. Though she does not wish to mate and have his own. Too much work. He is a very good leader and is always looking for the best ways to help his Clan survive. Warstar is also hiding a secret that no one else but him and his dead mother know about. And if anyone was ever to find out...
Cat Description: Warstar has a jet-black pelt, with sleek, smooth fur. He has dark, blood red eyes which give off a deadly stare. He has long, curved claws which are talon-like. He has rippling muscles under his pelt. His teeth are sharp and a pearly white. He also has an adder fang embedded in his left ear from a near death experience from when he was an apprentice.
History: Warstar was born in a group of rogues. They were all murderous. When his mother was pregnant with him and his 2 sisters, she had hidden out in a hollow tree. She was able to catch food for herself, and get water too. But there was only one reason why she wanted to have kits. So she could kill them. She had the same murderous passion that all the other rogues in her pack had. Once she had finally given birth, which was no trouble at all, she decided to wait until the kits were at least a moon old before she could murder them and offer them to the Clan leader. But her kits, Warkit, Bloodkit, and Silentkit, could tell that their mother didn't care for them much. So one night, they decided to run away in search for a better life. Unfortunately, as soon as the kits thought they were safe, their mother hunted them down, and started hissing at them and attacked them! Though his two sisters managed to get away and hide, Warstar was left all alone. And just at the moment where his mother was about to bite his neck, a badger came out of nowhere, and landed on top of his mother. But just before she died, she whispered something to Warkit. What she said could never reach anyone else's ears...
Role-Playing Example: As Warstar walked out into the cold, brisk forest, something caught his eye. As he padded over to it, he realized it was one of the head-squeeze things Duststar had warned the Clans about. With a swift flick of his tail, Silverstorm and Saberclaw came over to him.
"We must spring this trap before one of our cats get caught in it. At this point of leaf-bare, we cant afford to lose anymore cats. The other Clans already think of us as weak. We can't risk them trying to take anymore of our territory."
And with that Saberclaw walked over to a nearby tree, picked up a fairly short stick from through the thick snow, and brought it to Warstar. Warstar took it in his own mouth, and carefully stuck it through the shiny, black wire hoop. Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, the force of the trap caused Warstar to be pulled through the deadly hoop! Would BoneClan's brave, strong leader survive?
Other Notes: None.
Age: 32 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: BoneClan
Position: Leader
Personality: Warstar is a deadly cat. He has no feeling of infatuation for any cat at all. Though he is extremely loyal. But to only one thing: his Clan. He usually has little or no sense of humour, and a strong blood-lust. In battle he can kill, if he is driven to it. He is very quiet and mysterious too. His best skill is fighting. He can hunt very well, too. Warstar is also tirelessly helping the Clan, whether it's hunting, patrolling, or helping the Med. Cat. Though he has a small heart, there is a small spot in it for kits. Though she does not wish to mate and have his own. Too much work. He is a very good leader and is always looking for the best ways to help his Clan survive. Warstar is also hiding a secret that no one else but him and his dead mother know about. And if anyone was ever to find out...
Cat Description: Warstar has a jet-black pelt, with sleek, smooth fur. He has dark, blood red eyes which give off a deadly stare. He has long, curved claws which are talon-like. He has rippling muscles under his pelt. His teeth are sharp and a pearly white. He also has an adder fang embedded in his left ear from a near death experience from when he was an apprentice.
History: Warstar was born in a group of rogues. They were all murderous. When his mother was pregnant with him and his 2 sisters, she had hidden out in a hollow tree. She was able to catch food for herself, and get water too. But there was only one reason why she wanted to have kits. So she could kill them. She had the same murderous passion that all the other rogues in her pack had. Once she had finally given birth, which was no trouble at all, she decided to wait until the kits were at least a moon old before she could murder them and offer them to the Clan leader. But her kits, Warkit, Bloodkit, and Silentkit, could tell that their mother didn't care for them much. So one night, they decided to run away in search for a better life. Unfortunately, as soon as the kits thought they were safe, their mother hunted them down, and started hissing at them and attacked them! Though his two sisters managed to get away and hide, Warstar was left all alone. And just at the moment where his mother was about to bite his neck, a badger came out of nowhere, and landed on top of his mother. But just before she died, she whispered something to Warkit. What she said could never reach anyone else's ears...
Role-Playing Example: As Warstar walked out into the cold, brisk forest, something caught his eye. As he padded over to it, he realized it was one of the head-squeeze things Duststar had warned the Clans about. With a swift flick of his tail, Silverstorm and Saberclaw came over to him.
"We must spring this trap before one of our cats get caught in it. At this point of leaf-bare, we cant afford to lose anymore cats. The other Clans already think of us as weak. We can't risk them trying to take anymore of our territory."
And with that Saberclaw walked over to a nearby tree, picked up a fairly short stick from through the thick snow, and brought it to Warstar. Warstar took it in his own mouth, and carefully stuck it through the shiny, black wire hoop. Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, the force of the trap caused Warstar to be pulled through the deadly hoop! Would BoneClan's brave, strong leader survive?
Other Notes: None.
