Post by ThornHeart on Jan 28, 2008 12:38:06 GMT -5
*Slashpelt of Thunderclan
* Gender
Tom
*Clan
ThunderClan
*Rank
Warrior
*Age
16 moons
* Description
My pelt looks like a fire burnt carpet. The black holes of my eyes are a bottomless pit. A scar runs down the left, of my underside.I am an abnormally big, and strong Tom. Black describes me, I'm black everywhere except the rugged, red scar that goes through my lip. I'm a short-haired Tom cat. My tail is bush and a moon shape is cut out of my left ear.
*Personality
Burning hatred smolders in my gut. My mind feuds with heart, cold and careless I live on. I do what is needed of me in my clan. I'm strong-willed, cruel and love to be in a fight. I'm kind to those I trust. As long as I'm considered one of Thunderclans warriors and accepted by the others in the clan, I will stay. Hatred is all I have ever know and now I want to learn to love.
*History
The first thing I remember is the smell. The smell of blood and fire swirling around me, my pulse beat in my head, the horrific screams of cats ripping each other apart. My history starts when I killed my family. They deserved it, yes they did. Bitter-sweet betrayal tears through my heart. No I didn't always hate my family, I did love my family at one point and they were going to give me over, over to the others. They would sacrifice me to save their own pelts. My mother chose me out of all her kits, she chose me to die. She was the one that told me that I was a mistake. That I was bad luck and a sin to look at. I've traveled all around and everywhere I try to make a home, I'm thorn out and called evil. My only mate was a rouge called Slitters, she tried to kill me in my peaceful sleep. So, she was killed to. Broken describes me in every way. I crave a family that wont turn it's back on me. I want somewhere I can truly call home.
*Additional Info
I love to be the hero but I don't liked to be thanked for it.
*Example Post
A flood took over the land and killed any that weren't strong enough, that flood was me. The stench of death wrapped it's ugly wings around me. My claws hit every target, they sank into my mother's heart. This paradise I use to call home was now the fiery pits of a battle field. I remember the others horrible, warped faces, looking at me like I was a piece of fresh-kill. They don't have a name, they are the ones that are truly evil. One sank it's fangs into the side of my neck and made me watch as the leader of my clan died. A powerful shove woke my from the nightmare. My nest was soaked with sweat and blood. I must have clawed own leg, because the pain made my back arch as a silent scream tore through me. "What have I brought to this clan? When will they die because of me?" Were my last thought were before a dark void took over my body.
* Gender
Tom
*Clan
ThunderClan
*Rank
Warrior
*Age
16 moons
* Description
My pelt looks like a fire burnt carpet. The black holes of my eyes are a bottomless pit. A scar runs down the left, of my underside.I am an abnormally big, and strong Tom. Black describes me, I'm black everywhere except the rugged, red scar that goes through my lip. I'm a short-haired Tom cat. My tail is bush and a moon shape is cut out of my left ear.
*Personality
Burning hatred smolders in my gut. My mind feuds with heart, cold and careless I live on. I do what is needed of me in my clan. I'm strong-willed, cruel and love to be in a fight. I'm kind to those I trust. As long as I'm considered one of Thunderclans warriors and accepted by the others in the clan, I will stay. Hatred is all I have ever know and now I want to learn to love.
*History
The first thing I remember is the smell. The smell of blood and fire swirling around me, my pulse beat in my head, the horrific screams of cats ripping each other apart. My history starts when I killed my family. They deserved it, yes they did. Bitter-sweet betrayal tears through my heart. No I didn't always hate my family, I did love my family at one point and they were going to give me over, over to the others. They would sacrifice me to save their own pelts. My mother chose me out of all her kits, she chose me to die. She was the one that told me that I was a mistake. That I was bad luck and a sin to look at. I've traveled all around and everywhere I try to make a home, I'm thorn out and called evil. My only mate was a rouge called Slitters, she tried to kill me in my peaceful sleep. So, she was killed to. Broken describes me in every way. I crave a family that wont turn it's back on me. I want somewhere I can truly call home.
*Additional Info
I love to be the hero but I don't liked to be thanked for it.
*Example Post
A flood took over the land and killed any that weren't strong enough, that flood was me. The stench of death wrapped it's ugly wings around me. My claws hit every target, they sank into my mother's heart. This paradise I use to call home was now the fiery pits of a battle field. I remember the others horrible, warped faces, looking at me like I was a piece of fresh-kill. They don't have a name, they are the ones that are truly evil. One sank it's fangs into the side of my neck and made me watch as the leader of my clan died. A powerful shove woke my from the nightmare. My nest was soaked with sweat and blood. I must have clawed own leg, because the pain made my back arch as a silent scream tore through me. "What have I brought to this clan? When will they die because of me?" Were my last thought were before a dark void took over my body.
