Post by Elixir on Apr 9, 2011 19:15:08 GMT -5
Name: Shadowstar
Age: Thirty-six moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Leader
Clan: HailClan
Personality:
Responsible
Shadowstar is a noble leader; he tries to make his clan proud. He loves kits, and tries to teach everything he has to know to them. He doesn't like fighting, but he gets tormented and overreacts often. He easily cools down, remembering that he should not freak out, because he knows everyone looks to him and he tries to set a good example.
Overreacts
He is somewhat quiet, but not so quiet he is barely noticed. He thinks things over before he does them, sometimes too much. He over analyzes small things, such as a stomach ache of an apprentice. He may thing it is a worm or a severe sickness, and he will give everything for that apprentice to take care of it.
Quiet
Shadowstar is a quiet cat, not because he likes to be uninvolved, but because he is a thinker. He thinks constantly, about every kits future and which warriors should be given rewards. Sometimes he thinks about things that are completely irrelevant.
Peacemaker
Shadowstar does not like to fight, but hates it when other people try to get him to. He is a strong fighter, but rarely uses it. He usually fights warriors to test them of their fighting skills, but that's it. If there is a fight he steps in to stop it. He has several scars, not from fighting, but from stopping fights.
Physical Description: Shadowstar is a midnight black cat with amber-colored eyes. He has a short pelt, which puffs into a bottle-brush tail. His nose is a light pink with a black blotch on the side. He has countless scars, some fatal, some small. Most of them are from the same reason: stopping fights. He is a large, flexible cat, one to be a hunter and a guard put in one. His shoulder blades are extremely defined, and when he walks with his head down, they stick up so far it looks like he has plates sticking from his back. Many kits are entertained when he walks like this. He is happy about it, because he could just be walking around and hear a kits laugh or giggle. He blends in with the night, and often acts nocturnal. His body is perfect for hunting: long and thin. His muscles and long legs are for running long distances and rarely, fighting. He has a long scar down his back that stops at his left hind leg. Another scar is more of a circle, a deep gash from a bite. He seems to have more scars than all the warriors together. Often, his scars would get re-opened and cut again. Surprisingly, most of them were never infected.
History:Shadowkit was born into a shelter. His mother and father were taken from him straight after he was born. 3 of his siblings were killed, labeled "weak." He was beaten if he peed on the floor. He couldn't pee anywhere else, he was in a cardboard box. He and his brother were the only cats dubbed "suitable." He, at once, tried to escape, and the one man running the "shelter" tried to cut his ear off. That's how he got a notch in his ear. His brother attacked the man in time. He was not only physically scarred, but emotionally, as he saw his brother on the ground, left to die with six deep gashes from a pair of scissors.
He was only in the mill for three months before a nearby farm found out about the animal abuse and contacted the authorities. The mill was shut down and all the cats were sent to a nonprofit, safe shelter. Shadowkit was the least abused kitten. One cat had no fur; it had been burned off.
Shadowkit lived a happy kithood. He was fed, taken care of, played with. He also had a small love interest with the girl kitten in the cage across from him. She was shy and sweet, she looked quite hurt, and always had fear in her eyes. He played with her all the time, the volunteers would see him sitting at the edge of the cage, pawing at the lock, and they would know he wanted to meet her. He would go up to her gate, touch noses with her, and sit down and talk.
Shadowpaw was adopted when he was twelve moons old. His new owners named him Elixir. He didn't like the couple, although they treated him great. He missed the girl across from him, he missed his friends from the shelter, he missed... he missed everything. The cats down the street thought he was crazy.
One cat across the street told him everything about the Warriors, how she had talked to them and listened to their war stories. She told him he would never escape the life of a kittypet. This only made Shadowpaw more determined. He became more stubborn, and fell sick from starvation. He had been stubborn and not eaten for 5 days. He became sick. His body was eating him alive. The twolegs treated him in a hospital. He hated it, they made him eat some weird tasting pill. He recovered over 6 months.
When he was twenty four moons old he escaped from his twoleg owners. He ventured for days to get to the Warrior clans. He joined the HailClan. He completely changed; he was not the same joyful, clueless kit from the shelter anymore... He was quiet. He thought a lot. He did not hunt very often.
As he lived in HailClan, he grew to like the leader. He would follow him around, and then became his apprentice. Shadowpaw was extremely reliable and never lost interest of what the leader would do. He learned to like hunting, and pretending that anything he could find would be prey and he would attack it playfully. He often made the leader proud.
As Shadowpaw grew, he became deputy. Shadowear became his name. He was good friends with the leader, and in time, the leader became an elder. He retired, and Shadowear took over. He learned everything from the last leader; peace, how to think about things. He would never forget the past leader.
Other notes: =)
Age: Thirty-six moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Leader
Clan: HailClan
Personality:
Responsible
Shadowstar is a noble leader; he tries to make his clan proud. He loves kits, and tries to teach everything he has to know to them. He doesn't like fighting, but he gets tormented and overreacts often. He easily cools down, remembering that he should not freak out, because he knows everyone looks to him and he tries to set a good example.
Overreacts
He is somewhat quiet, but not so quiet he is barely noticed. He thinks things over before he does them, sometimes too much. He over analyzes small things, such as a stomach ache of an apprentice. He may thing it is a worm or a severe sickness, and he will give everything for that apprentice to take care of it.
Quiet
Shadowstar is a quiet cat, not because he likes to be uninvolved, but because he is a thinker. He thinks constantly, about every kits future and which warriors should be given rewards. Sometimes he thinks about things that are completely irrelevant.
Peacemaker
Shadowstar does not like to fight, but hates it when other people try to get him to. He is a strong fighter, but rarely uses it. He usually fights warriors to test them of their fighting skills, but that's it. If there is a fight he steps in to stop it. He has several scars, not from fighting, but from stopping fights.
Physical Description: Shadowstar is a midnight black cat with amber-colored eyes. He has a short pelt, which puffs into a bottle-brush tail. His nose is a light pink with a black blotch on the side. He has countless scars, some fatal, some small. Most of them are from the same reason: stopping fights. He is a large, flexible cat, one to be a hunter and a guard put in one. His shoulder blades are extremely defined, and when he walks with his head down, they stick up so far it looks like he has plates sticking from his back. Many kits are entertained when he walks like this. He is happy about it, because he could just be walking around and hear a kits laugh or giggle. He blends in with the night, and often acts nocturnal. His body is perfect for hunting: long and thin. His muscles and long legs are for running long distances and rarely, fighting. He has a long scar down his back that stops at his left hind leg. Another scar is more of a circle, a deep gash from a bite. He seems to have more scars than all the warriors together. Often, his scars would get re-opened and cut again. Surprisingly, most of them were never infected.
History:Shadowkit was born into a shelter. His mother and father were taken from him straight after he was born. 3 of his siblings were killed, labeled "weak." He was beaten if he peed on the floor. He couldn't pee anywhere else, he was in a cardboard box. He and his brother were the only cats dubbed "suitable." He, at once, tried to escape, and the one man running the "shelter" tried to cut his ear off. That's how he got a notch in his ear. His brother attacked the man in time. He was not only physically scarred, but emotionally, as he saw his brother on the ground, left to die with six deep gashes from a pair of scissors.
He was only in the mill for three months before a nearby farm found out about the animal abuse and contacted the authorities. The mill was shut down and all the cats were sent to a nonprofit, safe shelter. Shadowkit was the least abused kitten. One cat had no fur; it had been burned off.
Shadowkit lived a happy kithood. He was fed, taken care of, played with. He also had a small love interest with the girl kitten in the cage across from him. She was shy and sweet, she looked quite hurt, and always had fear in her eyes. He played with her all the time, the volunteers would see him sitting at the edge of the cage, pawing at the lock, and they would know he wanted to meet her. He would go up to her gate, touch noses with her, and sit down and talk.
Shadowpaw was adopted when he was twelve moons old. His new owners named him Elixir. He didn't like the couple, although they treated him great. He missed the girl across from him, he missed his friends from the shelter, he missed... he missed everything. The cats down the street thought he was crazy.
One cat across the street told him everything about the Warriors, how she had talked to them and listened to their war stories. She told him he would never escape the life of a kittypet. This only made Shadowpaw more determined. He became more stubborn, and fell sick from starvation. He had been stubborn and not eaten for 5 days. He became sick. His body was eating him alive. The twolegs treated him in a hospital. He hated it, they made him eat some weird tasting pill. He recovered over 6 months.
When he was twenty four moons old he escaped from his twoleg owners. He ventured for days to get to the Warrior clans. He joined the HailClan. He completely changed; he was not the same joyful, clueless kit from the shelter anymore... He was quiet. He thought a lot. He did not hunt very often.
As he lived in HailClan, he grew to like the leader. He would follow him around, and then became his apprentice. Shadowpaw was extremely reliable and never lost interest of what the leader would do. He learned to like hunting, and pretending that anything he could find would be prey and he would attack it playfully. He often made the leader proud.
As Shadowpaw grew, he became deputy. Shadowear became his name. He was good friends with the leader, and in time, the leader became an elder. He retired, and Shadowear took over. He learned everything from the last leader; peace, how to think about things. He would never forget the past leader.
Other notes: =)
