Post by Lemon Zinger on Jan 28, 2011 15:29:45 GMT -5
Name: Venomstrike
Age: 33 Moons.
Gender: Male
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Description: You walk upon Shadowclan territory because of a stupid bet you made with your friends. You suddenly hear a rustle, and a lean, looong cat slithers like a snake from the bushes. You jump back as his highly defined muscles ripple under his glowing coat of silver and grey, like the moon reflecting the blinding light of sun. His Bengal spots silver, and shiny like a million tiny stars that fell from the sky and blessed this cats pelt with the beauty of their wonderous shine and sparkle.
His eyes are a dirty brown, but slightly reflect a poisonous maroon, like blood that was bit by the deadly pit viper. You cannot stare into them for too long, flinching back at their deadly gaze. Like staring into the eyes of a cobra, unbearable.
Gleaming pairs of white points stick out of his muzzle. As if he was eating a bunch of white needles. You look down at his small paws, and see unsheathed claws. Like daggers. You wouldn't want to be caught under those might claws.
You quickly stumble back, and run back to your own clan in fear for your life. You will never be caught with this cat again.
Personality: His heart is like a black tide rushing through an open sea. He has his mind set on killing and blood-shed. Shadow suits him best, for he cannot bear any other.
His heart may be dark, but his mind is bright with intelligence. He can think up a plan for any sticky situation in a flash. Venomstrike has all his loyalty to Shadowclan, and Shadowclan alone.
He's lonely, and desperate. Only love can cure his black heart, but no cat can get past his sourness and his hard attitude. He wants children to grow his home clan, and for them to become great warriors, but alas, it cannot happen, for his sour tongue drive away others and possible she-cats.
Venomstrike can hide his feelings better than any other. He has gotten well at it, when he is hurt, he acts blank, when he is happy, he acts blank, and so on and so forth.
History: Born a kit, he has sisters and brothers in all clans, but his mother was the one to stay with him in Shadowclan. She poured her heart onto him, giving him her love and life. Spilling blood for him, protecting him when a fox was on the move, but Venomkit never loved her back
His mother, Roseviper, gave him everything. She desperatly wanted her kit to love her, but it just wouldn't happen.
Roseviper watched her son grow into a deadly apprentice. She was so proud, so happy. She'd come and rest her tail on his shoulder, and love him, and be with him, and be there when he became a warrior, but she had to watch from the sidelines.
Venomstrike grew to a warrior. Roseviper attempted to go up to him, and lick his ear, but was shot at the heart with a his, and a glare. That tore her heart right out from her chest. She just couldn't bear any more. Roseviper ended her life by throwing her and a fox off a cliff.
Venomstrike had seen it all, and went back and told them, but they became mistakened and thought he killed the fox, attempted to save Roseviper's life.
Age: 33 Moons.
Gender: Male
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Description: You walk upon Shadowclan territory because of a stupid bet you made with your friends. You suddenly hear a rustle, and a lean, looong cat slithers like a snake from the bushes. You jump back as his highly defined muscles ripple under his glowing coat of silver and grey, like the moon reflecting the blinding light of sun. His Bengal spots silver, and shiny like a million tiny stars that fell from the sky and blessed this cats pelt with the beauty of their wonderous shine and sparkle.
His eyes are a dirty brown, but slightly reflect a poisonous maroon, like blood that was bit by the deadly pit viper. You cannot stare into them for too long, flinching back at their deadly gaze. Like staring into the eyes of a cobra, unbearable.
Gleaming pairs of white points stick out of his muzzle. As if he was eating a bunch of white needles. You look down at his small paws, and see unsheathed claws. Like daggers. You wouldn't want to be caught under those might claws.
You quickly stumble back, and run back to your own clan in fear for your life. You will never be caught with this cat again.
Personality: His heart is like a black tide rushing through an open sea. He has his mind set on killing and blood-shed. Shadow suits him best, for he cannot bear any other.
His heart may be dark, but his mind is bright with intelligence. He can think up a plan for any sticky situation in a flash. Venomstrike has all his loyalty to Shadowclan, and Shadowclan alone.
He's lonely, and desperate. Only love can cure his black heart, but no cat can get past his sourness and his hard attitude. He wants children to grow his home clan, and for them to become great warriors, but alas, it cannot happen, for his sour tongue drive away others and possible she-cats.
Venomstrike can hide his feelings better than any other. He has gotten well at it, when he is hurt, he acts blank, when he is happy, he acts blank, and so on and so forth.
History: Born a kit, he has sisters and brothers in all clans, but his mother was the one to stay with him in Shadowclan. She poured her heart onto him, giving him her love and life. Spilling blood for him, protecting him when a fox was on the move, but Venomkit never loved her back
His mother, Roseviper, gave him everything. She desperatly wanted her kit to love her, but it just wouldn't happen.
Roseviper watched her son grow into a deadly apprentice. She was so proud, so happy. She'd come and rest her tail on his shoulder, and love him, and be with him, and be there when he became a warrior, but she had to watch from the sidelines.
Venomstrike grew to a warrior. Roseviper attempted to go up to him, and lick his ear, but was shot at the heart with a his, and a glare. That tore her heart right out from her chest. She just couldn't bear any more. Roseviper ended her life by throwing her and a fox off a cliff.
Venomstrike had seen it all, and went back and told them, but they became mistakened and thought he killed the fox, attempted to save Roseviper's life.