Post by blackheart on Mar 17, 2008 1:05:09 GMT -5
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Name:Blackheart
Gender:male
Clan:Shadowclan
Rank:Medicine Cat
Age:24 moons
Love life:none, I’m a medicine cat
History: Born to Kittypets Samara and Sunny, he was considered the runt of the litter and was left behind to die when the cats were chased away by twolegs. Spending sometime with a puppy that regarded him as a funny looking dog, he learned the language of canines. He soon left one night when he recieved a dream about mysterious cats that lived among the stars, cats that seemed to be made of shadows. Confused, he journeyed for many nights all the while finding himself in the most complicated of situations. On the way he made friendships with may cats, a cat-tongue speaking badger, and dogs. He learned the delicate art of healing though herbs, and how to interpret his dreams. He finally arrived at the forest of his dreams, and discovered Shadowclan. The cats made of the shadows.
Description (long): A virtual shadow, never noticed unless he makes his presence known. A queer cat for sure, silent and reserved one moment, and laughing belly up the next. Although he enjoys solitude, he is not indesposed of some company. Pretty clumsy with simple day to day things, for it is thought that he's surrounded by an aura of bad luck; but when it matters he always gets the job done without fail. Some may consider his bad luck aura a quite unlucky thing for any cat that crosses him.
Description (short): A lean black cat with a hint of powerful muscles that ripple beneath his sleak fur. Bright Yellow eyes, that seam full of excitement and caution all at once.
Personality: Easy going, and cautious all at once. He loves to have fun, and doesn’t let his “bad luck” get in the way of a good time. Seldom solemn, but he knows when to be respectful. Always ready to make everyone smile, but is usually quite reserved. Ferociously loyal, although at times the word confuses him.
RP example: (Only needed ONCE)
The day seemed to be dying again, and the moon would soon take her throne at the highest point of the sky. Paws acheing for a good nap, and belly rumbling for a plump mouse, I was ready to collapse. "Mousebrain!!", I thought to myself, "Leaving that nice no-fur place with lots a food because of a stupid dream". Alas, it seemed as my trek for the day would soon come to an end, and I would have to look for a place to rest my fatigued paws....and mabey, just mabey, catch a mouse or two.Name:Blackheart
Gender:male
Clan:Shadowclan
Rank:Medicine Cat
Age:24 moons
Love life:none, I’m a medicine cat
History: Born to Kittypets Samara and Sunny, he was considered the runt of the litter and was left behind to die when the cats were chased away by twolegs. Spending sometime with a puppy that regarded him as a funny looking dog, he learned the language of canines. He soon left one night when he recieved a dream about mysterious cats that lived among the stars, cats that seemed to be made of shadows. Confused, he journeyed for many nights all the while finding himself in the most complicated of situations. On the way he made friendships with may cats, a cat-tongue speaking badger, and dogs. He learned the delicate art of healing though herbs, and how to interpret his dreams. He finally arrived at the forest of his dreams, and discovered Shadowclan. The cats made of the shadows.
Description (long): A virtual shadow, never noticed unless he makes his presence known. A queer cat for sure, silent and reserved one moment, and laughing belly up the next. Although he enjoys solitude, he is not indesposed of some company. Pretty clumsy with simple day to day things, for it is thought that he's surrounded by an aura of bad luck; but when it matters he always gets the job done without fail. Some may consider his bad luck aura a quite unlucky thing for any cat that crosses him.
Description (short): A lean black cat with a hint of powerful muscles that ripple beneath his sleak fur. Bright Yellow eyes, that seam full of excitement and caution all at once.
Personality: Easy going, and cautious all at once. He loves to have fun, and doesn’t let his “bad luck” get in the way of a good time. Seldom solemn, but he knows when to be respectful. Always ready to make everyone smile, but is usually quite reserved. Ferociously loyal, although at times the word confuses him.
RP example: (Only needed ONCE)
"Well what do we have here" a menecing meow from behind.
I swiftly turned around with my ears flattened to my head, and my lips pulled back to a ferious Hiss. It was a huge motly tom, and smaller scrawnier orange tabby cat.
"Looks like we have a new friend here, Fishbone, A rather rude new friend" the cat meowed again, taking a few paw steps towards me, eyes on my tender neck.
"yeah! yeah!" the scrawnier so-called Fishbone mewed excitedly, "Lets give him a welcome Trashfur!"
At once the two cats sprang at me, and I only had a moment to slip between them and run across a clearing, my fatigue long forgotten. I could hear the two cats running behind me, as I frantically tried to make for a clump of wooded area I saw ahead of me. All of a sudden I heard a yowl of surprise behind me. I slowed to a trot, and glanced behind me to see that the two cats have stumbled on each other, and were now tangled in each others paws, a sight to see! A little off to the side, I caught the sight of a lone fox, taking in the scene, and I guess decided that two cats fumbling to get onto their paws made for a better meal than a flighty black cat. What luck!
