Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on Jul 23, 2007 15:50:40 GMT -5
name: Darkmoon
age:15 moons
gender: male
rank: warrior
Clan: RiverClan
color: Darkmoon has many colors in his pelt. Like many brown shades, light and dark, jet-black, ginger, white,and gray shades. Darkmoon's back is mostly black with some ginger splotches and one moon crest in the middle, white a new moon. His tail is black and has a light gray tip. His chest and front paws are white. He has dark brown hind paws and light brown speckles all over them. His stomach is white with light grays and dark grays speckled over it. His face is mostly white with a bridge going up his muzzle in between his eyes. His legs are brown, ginger, and black. His pelt length is medium. His eyes are deep amber brown that look yellow some times. His nose is a light pink. His claws and whiskers are white. He has long claws, longer then normal. He has two scars, one on each shoulder, left by the talons of a hawk when he was a kit.
personality: Darkmoon is very quite and rarely talks to any other cat. When he does talk though he is often rude and smug. He feels bad afterwords but he can't help it, the words just come out. He isn't dumb, he's really smart and he often watches things, gathering up information. He isn't scarred of much but he doesn't like birds very much, he rarely even eats them. He is a hard worker and often hunts. He doesn't take a joke very easily, he's known as a 'wet blanket' or 'fun killer'. He is an out cast in most words, he gets angry when thinking of his past and can some times storm out with out reason. He doesn't even really like kits that much but he is kind to them and friendly. He likes to be up a lot during the night rather then the day. He often likes to go swimming for fun, but he does it alone, you rarely ever see him with other cats, but the few cat friends that he is close to. Those cats can see a whole new cat in him, a kind and fun cat to be around. Sadly only a few are that close to him and see that in him. He loves to run it's one of those things that really brings out the true cat in him, and he's known for his speed by his other Clan mates.
history:kithood: Dark-kit was born in the Clan but his mother died during birth. He often asked is nursery Queen, who he saw as his mother, Who his father was but she had always said that his mother, Bloomtail had never told anyone the father's name. He sadly accepted it and lived happily playing around, none of his siblings had lived after their births. The night he was born, the moon had vanished behind the sun, the earth was plunged into mid-night darkness. Once Dark-kit was 5 moons old he was always in the camp running around, he often caused trouble. One day he was sniffing around the fresh kill and he heard everyone start yelling and running around he was lost in the confusion, his eyes went wide, then he felt claws dig into his shoulders and his paws left from the ground, he yelled and tried to fee himself but to no prevail. The bird let go when a Rouge out of a tree pounced on the Hawk, trying to catch a meal, and in doing so saving Dark-kit's life. Dark-kit ran to camp and told them all the story, all let out great joy and thanked the rouge even though he didn't go to the camp with Dark-kit after he was saved.
apprenticeship: As Darkpaw became a warrior, he still didn't listen to other cats well, he was often in the Elders den from his mentor's orders. His temper became worse and he often didn't talk to other cats. He trained hard though and was a very good runner. He was often sent on patrols and hunting. His mentor, Leafshade always tried her best to train him, and she did, it was just that Darkpaw was very strongheaded and only wanted to do what HE wanted to do, other then do things for others. He neared a warrior rank when his mentor was killed by an illness in the food. The leader made him a warrior and 'Darkpaw' was made, 'Darkmoon.'
warriorship: Darkmoon hasn't really been a warrior for that long but he has done a lot, he's always doing things and hunts often, bring back fish most of the time. He began to get a liking for a fellow young warrior named, Sparrowfur. She was pretty, smart, and very interesting to him, but he has never acted on it. He still is very quite and rarely talks to anyone, leaving the camp often on his own with out letting any over cat know about it.
pic: www.animals-in-distress.org/Calico%20Cat.JPG
RPG example: Darkmoon's amber brown eyes were a golden yellow, looking of tansy. The loomed in the dark and the moon over head was a slim stripe of light. The white moon crest on his back rippled like a wave as he started walking through the trees. He padded to a stone river bed, the tingle of cold stones on his paws made Darkmoon shiver. His multi-colored pelt shinned brightly and he watched as a few fish swam freely through the clear water. He raised his white paw and swiped at a fish, with the crystal lined water going every where the fish flew in the air and thudded onto the stony river bed side. It thrashed and wiggled trying to get back to the water, Darkmoon jumped at it and bite into the scaly, slimmy, neck and the fish flapped in his mouth then lay silent. He grinned and started back for the RiverClan camp. His tail swayed and his whiskers twitched. His ears were still up listening for any thing, though in the late night he didn't really worry about being caught in a fight. His paws moved swiftly and fastly, he was a wonderfully runner and he loved to run, it often took his mind off things and he was able to get away from the other cats. He entered the quite camp and set his fish on the fresh kill pile and padded over to the warrior's den. He walked in and curled up in a ball next to Sparrowfur and let sleep take hold, thrusting him into darkness.
codeword: RougeClan
age:15 moons
gender: male
rank: warrior
Clan: RiverClan
color: Darkmoon has many colors in his pelt. Like many brown shades, light and dark, jet-black, ginger, white,and gray shades. Darkmoon's back is mostly black with some ginger splotches and one moon crest in the middle, white a new moon. His tail is black and has a light gray tip. His chest and front paws are white. He has dark brown hind paws and light brown speckles all over them. His stomach is white with light grays and dark grays speckled over it. His face is mostly white with a bridge going up his muzzle in between his eyes. His legs are brown, ginger, and black. His pelt length is medium. His eyes are deep amber brown that look yellow some times. His nose is a light pink. His claws and whiskers are white. He has long claws, longer then normal. He has two scars, one on each shoulder, left by the talons of a hawk when he was a kit.
personality: Darkmoon is very quite and rarely talks to any other cat. When he does talk though he is often rude and smug. He feels bad afterwords but he can't help it, the words just come out. He isn't dumb, he's really smart and he often watches things, gathering up information. He isn't scarred of much but he doesn't like birds very much, he rarely even eats them. He is a hard worker and often hunts. He doesn't take a joke very easily, he's known as a 'wet blanket' or 'fun killer'. He is an out cast in most words, he gets angry when thinking of his past and can some times storm out with out reason. He doesn't even really like kits that much but he is kind to them and friendly. He likes to be up a lot during the night rather then the day. He often likes to go swimming for fun, but he does it alone, you rarely ever see him with other cats, but the few cat friends that he is close to. Those cats can see a whole new cat in him, a kind and fun cat to be around. Sadly only a few are that close to him and see that in him. He loves to run it's one of those things that really brings out the true cat in him, and he's known for his speed by his other Clan mates.
history:kithood: Dark-kit was born in the Clan but his mother died during birth. He often asked is nursery Queen, who he saw as his mother, Who his father was but she had always said that his mother, Bloomtail had never told anyone the father's name. He sadly accepted it and lived happily playing around, none of his siblings had lived after their births. The night he was born, the moon had vanished behind the sun, the earth was plunged into mid-night darkness. Once Dark-kit was 5 moons old he was always in the camp running around, he often caused trouble. One day he was sniffing around the fresh kill and he heard everyone start yelling and running around he was lost in the confusion, his eyes went wide, then he felt claws dig into his shoulders and his paws left from the ground, he yelled and tried to fee himself but to no prevail. The bird let go when a Rouge out of a tree pounced on the Hawk, trying to catch a meal, and in doing so saving Dark-kit's life. Dark-kit ran to camp and told them all the story, all let out great joy and thanked the rouge even though he didn't go to the camp with Dark-kit after he was saved.
apprenticeship: As Darkpaw became a warrior, he still didn't listen to other cats well, he was often in the Elders den from his mentor's orders. His temper became worse and he often didn't talk to other cats. He trained hard though and was a very good runner. He was often sent on patrols and hunting. His mentor, Leafshade always tried her best to train him, and she did, it was just that Darkpaw was very strongheaded and only wanted to do what HE wanted to do, other then do things for others. He neared a warrior rank when his mentor was killed by an illness in the food. The leader made him a warrior and 'Darkpaw' was made, 'Darkmoon.'
warriorship: Darkmoon hasn't really been a warrior for that long but he has done a lot, he's always doing things and hunts often, bring back fish most of the time. He began to get a liking for a fellow young warrior named, Sparrowfur. She was pretty, smart, and very interesting to him, but he has never acted on it. He still is very quite and rarely talks to anyone, leaving the camp often on his own with out letting any over cat know about it.
pic: www.animals-in-distress.org/Calico%20Cat.JPG
RPG example: Darkmoon's amber brown eyes were a golden yellow, looking of tansy. The loomed in the dark and the moon over head was a slim stripe of light. The white moon crest on his back rippled like a wave as he started walking through the trees. He padded to a stone river bed, the tingle of cold stones on his paws made Darkmoon shiver. His multi-colored pelt shinned brightly and he watched as a few fish swam freely through the clear water. He raised his white paw and swiped at a fish, with the crystal lined water going every where the fish flew in the air and thudded onto the stony river bed side. It thrashed and wiggled trying to get back to the water, Darkmoon jumped at it and bite into the scaly, slimmy, neck and the fish flapped in his mouth then lay silent. He grinned and started back for the RiverClan camp. His tail swayed and his whiskers twitched. His ears were still up listening for any thing, though in the late night he didn't really worry about being caught in a fight. His paws moved swiftly and fastly, he was a wonderfully runner and he loved to run, it often took his mind off things and he was able to get away from the other cats. He entered the quite camp and set his fish on the fresh kill pile and padded over to the warrior's den. He walked in and curled up in a ball next to Sparrowfur and let sleep take hold, thrusting him into darkness.
codeword: RougeClan
Featherpaw-ThunderClan
