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Post by Deadstar on Jun 8, 2007 16:55:28 GMT -5
Curse me: Deadstar (yes, I know its a warrior name. My main rp character does not make a cat xDD) Sin for me: 4 years Carve me: male Find me: Achromatic Eclipse - Boss, maybe?
Appearance: Unlike most AE cats, Deadstar is slim and powerful. He is large for a cat, with huge paws and ears. His eyes are an ice blue, and cold as winter's breath. His pelt is black as night, without a speck of other colouring in it. He is muscular, kept strong by constantly fighting and traveling.
Behavior: Cruel, Deadstar does not stand for fools or weakness. If a slave disobeys him, he gives a cruel punishments, and often will kill them if they do something very bad. He will not stand from OD tricks and may decide to do war against them. He is almost willing to team with the Individualists, if needed. Deadstar is nice to members of AE, except for when they get on his bad side, then he gets mean. He is polite to females, and newcomers. His trust is hard to gain, but if you get it, you have a friend for life. Break that trust, and you may end up dead.
Description: Weaknesses: Lightning. He is scared of it and will hide when it strikes. He is also fearful of falling in love, because he had been in love once and does not wish to do it again. His heart is hard to grab. His strengths are his cold attitude and the way he handles things. He is also strong, rare for an AE cat, in both mind and body.
Past: Born far from here, Deadstar was originally named Shadow, for his cold black coat. He was born in the winter, and thats what many cats think turned his heart so cold. His mother only had two kittens and his sister died because of the cold. His mother was black like him, with a white spot on her forehead. His father was never seen, but was believed to be black as well.
After staying with his mother for a while, a year or so, Shadow left, in the middle of the night. He did not say good bye. Shadow had never been one to talk and after many failed attempts to engage him in conversation, his mother had given up. The black tom walked until he found a small band of loners and rallied them together. For a year or so, they raided small groups of cats until the group Shadow lead fell apart.
So he wandered again. Soon, he came across a silver tabby she-cat and they fell in love. As soon as Shadow came of sexual maturity, they bore three kits. For many happy weeks, they lived in a large den that had been dug by a badge near a human hunting camp. As the hunting season began, Shadow considered moving them, but knew the kits were too young.
Sadly, before they had a chance to get to saftey, a hunter's dog found them. It ripped the den apart and killed the she-cat and the kits. Shadow had been hunting while the dog was doing this and returned to see his home, lover and kits ripped apart, blood spattered around. At that moment, Shadow's heart grew cold and he changed his name to Deadstar.
And so, he wandered again. He met up with cats but always fought them off before making friends. His mind became more and more emersed in darkness and evil. One day, a huge cat jumped him and they fought for a long time before Deadstar got the upperhand(or would that be paw?=O) and killed the tom. That was the final straw for him. His mind was completely dark, filled with evil thoughts. He had committed murder, an act that was unforgivably. And he liked it.
Arriving here, he planned to take over AE, and become their boss. Hearing of the OD and what they liked to do annoyed him, and he decided instantly he'd not put up with it. So what will he do with the AE and OD? Time will only tell.
IC: Well, super long is about the only thing I can give you. So here is one of my better posts. (also Warriors related)
Inside a den formed by the branches of many bushes, two cats lay side by side. One, a massive black tom, lifted his head to look up at Silverpelt, grief and sadness clouding his features. The other, a smaller white tom, lay still, breathing slow and laboriously. With a sigh, the white one lay fully still; the black tom knew his leader had lost another life. Not being a medicine cat, the black tom had no clue how many lives his leader had left. Sighing so hard it was almost a sob, the black tom pushed his large head against his leader's matted shoulder fur; he knew the life had arrived within the leader again. The old tom's breathing picked up and he lunged forward in pain. The black tom sighed miserably; a sickness had raged over his camp. All the cats but the tom and his ivory leader were dead. The once great ShadowClan had diminished to two cats.
With a racking cough that brought blood up, the white leader jerked, then lay still. The black cat waited; then, the leader lived again. Pressing his head against the white shoulder of the old leader, the young black tom sighed. It was not fair that his great leader, Whitestar, had to suffer this. Whitestar had been fair, and kind. He did not deserve this. Lifting his head to stare at Silverpelt, the black tom yowled, Why, StarClan? The great leader shuddered at the loud yowl, coughing again. With pain flashing across the leader's once handsome face, he looked insane. Rasping his tongue over Whitestar's ear, he purred, trying in vain to comfort the disease-ridden cat.
With one last shudder, one last body racking cough, the last life of Whitestar fled to be in Starclan. Lowering his head in sadness, the black tom mewed, StarClan recive him well. The deputy, now leader, of ShadowClan rose to sit on his haunches, misery sweeping through him as he sat in silent vigil. His gaze swept over the still, still warm body of his leader. Why did it have to happen to Whitestar? The black tom wondered. he knew the leader was old and had run ShadowClan for a long while, yet he had no deserved to die like this, at the hands of a merciless desease. It was unfair. Now, the black tom, whose name is Deadclaw, was leader. He wished it not so, but knew he had no choice. When dawn came, he would travel to Highstones to Moonstone to recieve his nine lives. When dawn came, he, Deadclaw, would be ShadowClan leader.
As dawn arrived, the black tom lifted his body from the sitting position he was sitting in. The black tom sighed, stretching his stiff limbs out. Having sat his silent vigil, the tom laid down, sharing tongues with his deceased leader for a last time. Lifting his head, ice blue eyes stared up at the sky, pinpointing the time. It was very early, this he knew. He had to bury the leader soon, then travel to Moonstone to receive the nine lives of a Clan leader. It was something the tom was not looking forward to. Lowering his head, Deadclaw licked his leader's white head, smoothing the hairs. He would have a hard time burying the cat by himself; ShadowClan had chosen a bad time to fall ill.
Walking out of the leader's den, he looked around the empty camp. Never, in all his moons of living in ShadowClan had he seen the camp this. . .forlorn. It was a sight that made his throat close in sadness. His only home was ruined. He had no clue if ShadowClan would ever be the same. Yawning, he stretched again. The young tom had to eat something before he traveled to Moonstone. With a tired stride, Deadclaw walked toward the forest.
Once inside, he opened his jaws to allow the scents of the marsh and forest and Thunderpath to drift into his mouth, to the scent glands on the roof of his mouth. Faintly, he could smell the scent of a mouse, yet it was old. Pricking his ears, he walked onward, keeping silent. Keen ears soon picked up the sounds of a mouse in the long, wet grass. Dropping into a crouch, he stalked forward. At the last moment, the mouse heard him and lunged away, but Deadclaw leapt at him, killing him with a single bite. Having no Clan to feed, he ate it himself. He had to eat more, yet a long search turned up nothing.
Entering the camp again, he walked to the leader's den. He nuzzled the leader again, the lifted the body and walked out. The scruff of the old cat gripped in his mouth, the black tom walked off. In a clearing where the earth was soft, he dug a hole large enough to hold the deceased tom. Lowering the body in, he covered the hole with dirt. Sadness covered his features as he murmured a soft word of thanks to the great Whitestar. Then he turned his back on the leader's grave, and made his way slowly toward Mothermouth.
The young tom halted a few paces from the leader den. Realization struck him hard in the chest: he could no go today, he had ate. Flattening his ears in slight frustration, he stalked off. Forcing his way into the nursry, he sniffed, wishing there were some queens he could talk to. Deadclaw exited, the smell of dead cats overwelming him as he steped outside. A tired sigh emitted from him, sadness etching itself across his handsome features. Leaping onto the Highrock, he laid down, curling his tail around his paws. Oh, how he wished for a cat to lay by, to press his face against someone's fur and forget his worries. Yet, he had no one. Deadclaw was truely, fully alone. . . .
Codeword: working lazy cats xDD
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Post by `empty on Jun 9, 2007 10:26:20 GMT -5
Dude, this is terrific. You really role-play well, and I'm glad to call you a member of our site. Accepted.
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