Post by Dster . on Aug 1, 2010 22:12:02 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
darkstar[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
she-cat[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
42 moons[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
shadowclan[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
leader[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
pure black she-cat with piercing amber eyes.[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
as with most cats, she has four legs, two eyes, two ears, a nose, a mouth, and a tail, of course. she's of above average height, weight, and length (in other words, she's rather large, especially for a female).. her pelt has no distinctive markings (no white, brown, gray, etc. patches), but don't let that fool ya. she's no ordinary feline. but i'll get into that later.[/sub]
darkstar was aptly named, if her obsidian peltage is any indication. it's as black as the forest on a moonless night and provides her with flawless camouflage on hunting expeditions. underneath that pelt lies an array of scars from past border scuffles and battles. one scar in particular is located on her left shoulder; it begins at her shoulder blade and winds down to her foreleg. she'd been one sad, careless warrior back then, but now bears it with a kind of ostentatious pride that is unrivaled by all. and then beneath the scars and the fur lies something else.. muscle. just pray to starclan that you never find out how much.
darkstar's face is slightly triangular but looks rounded out by her fur. her ears are also triangular, always pricked forward in an habitual alertness. her black nose is used to sniff out prey that may be lurking nearby, but is primarily used along the borders to make sure no intruders had crossed the line. her whiskers are also black. and finally, her sable pelt accentuates those piercing amber eyes. just hope she doesn't glare at you. if looks could kill..
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
what darkstar is like depends on your relationship with her.[/sub]
if you make an enemy out of darkstar, you better watch your tail. she doesn't forgive, and she certainly doesn't forget. your name, face, and deed will be forever imprinted in her mind—and your name will be written on her claws in your own blood.
this goes twice for intruders. don't you dare tread on her territory. her protectiveness is like that of a nursery queen, only more savage—she'll rip your throat out if you don't scramble back behind your own borders quick enough, no questions asked. she's fiercely loyal, and would do anything if it meant keeping her clan safe.
now you've seen her aggressive side, but there's more to her than that.
darkstar's temperament may vary depending on who she's talking to, but for the select few, you'll never find a more affectionate cat. her quirks are known throughout the clan and she shows them off whenever things are relaxed. sure, she can be a rough and tough leader, but if you're familiar with her, you know quite well how goofy she can get. she likes to wrestle with her friends and plays with the kits that venture out from the nursery. "solo patrols" are her favorite pastime, but she usually ends up sleeping beneath some tree in the pine forest. she can't help it. blame the good weather!
YOUR FAMILY TREE
nightstrike; mother; deceased.[/sub]
thunderfoot; father; deceased.
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
Mentorship. This would be Bloodfury's first. He was energized at the prospect of it, especially with whom he would be training. Jetpaw, clearly defined as a challenge. His arrogance was known throughout the Clan, and there was no doubt that he would be stubborn at every turn. But Bloodfury had been like him at one time; arrogant, self-righteous, hateful and unbearable to be around. Since the golden warrior had taken on a mate, his attitude had mellowed out, but nonetheless, he and Jetpaw were two of a kind. The only thing he was eager to find out was what mentorship truly entailed.[/sub]
So that meant he was the perfect feline to mentor Jetpaw. Nobody else could possibly be more qualified. Except for the great Deathclaw. He was a warrior, and former leader, that was a true symbol of DoomClan's great heritage and regal aggression. Like Bloodfury and Jetpaw, his personality was much the same, and the golden warrior knew that he was even more qualified to mentor the small black apprentice than he. But he had only just recently returned to DoomClan; he was busy getting reacquainted with old friends and fellow warriors to be pestered by an apprentice with a bad-attitude. So Bloodfury was naturally next in line. He grinned triumphantly at the thought.
A shower of sparks abruptly poured from a nearby geyser, snapping Bloodfury out of his daydreams. Enough of this! He had scented a feline in the neighboring area and he had come here to investigate; what had really caught his attention was the fact that the feline's distinct smell was Jetpaw's. Where was his apprentice-to-be off to now? He was here to find out. Slinking back behind a boulder, the muscular tomcat lifted his nose in the air to try and sniff out the young soul. To no avail, however, for the stench of death rising from the geysers thwarted any attempt to track a cat around here. He would have to conduct his search with his eyes solely. With that, he moved around a cluster of boulders, crimson optics scanning the area for black movement.
Lips curled back in frustration as Bloodfury sought out the apprentice. So far, his efforts had been in vain. Just as he was about to shrug it off and double back, he heard the sound of claws against stone. That caught his attention immediately, and with that, he took off in that direction. His golden movements were silent as he zigzagged his way through the labyrinth of boulders. A moment later, he spied the small feline in front of a geyser, his claws unsheathed, his hackles up. He was clearly agitated. Bloodfury narrowed his eyes at the apprentice, the black cat's angry motion igniting his interest.
What now? Bloodfury knew that with a temperament like Jetpaw's, or his own, many things could spark a conflagration of anger. Stupidity, for one. Had one of his denmates said something dumb? Unjustness, for another. Had a warrior regarded him in an inequitable manner? There was only one way to find out. And, he thought, stepping out from behind his boulder to reveal himself, there was only one way to appropriately ask a cat like Jetpaw. He put it on within a fraction of a nanosecond, his face expressionless. When he spoke, it was with raw authority. Nothing less than that would do.
"Jetpaw, what seems to be the problem?" Bloodfury growled.
