Post by baby100 on Mar 27, 2007 2:03:23 GMT -5
Name: Darkwhisper
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Gender: She-cat
Age: 37 moons
Picture (Optional): images.worldofstock.com/slides/PPT1585.jpg
Physical Description: Darkwhisper's slender, but strong body is covered in sleek, shining black fur that shines in the moonlight. From black pads, dark gray claws extend. They're the same color as her nose and the inside of her ears. Darkwhisper's tail is slender, like her body, and quite long. Truthfully, this black she-cat is covered in scars, but they don't show since her fur grows back over them almost immediately. Darkwhisper's olive green eyes burn into whoever dares to stare straight into them, and they almost always seem to be shining. This cat is truly beautiful, but she doesn't notice it at all, and usually other cats don't, either.
Quick Appearance: A pure black she-cat with olive green eyes.
Personality: Darkwhisper is like no other cat of the forest. She's like a tiger ready to leap on it's prey, like a cheetah ready to run after an antelope, and like a lion ready to throw its head up and roar. This she-cat is fierce, suspicious, brave, powerful, and alert, but most of all, she's loyal. Cats that don't know her well, but have spoken to her, thick of Darkwhisper being a bloodthirsty cat, but they do not know how loyal she is to ShadowClan. She'd die for her Clan, she'd kill for her Clan, she'd even risk all of her best memories for her Clan and live like unhappy and alone until she breathed her last breath. Darkwhisper is a dark cat emotionally, and almost anybody could see it.
History: Darkwhisper was born in ShadowClan. Her mother was named Battleclaw, and her father Deadstare. When Darkwhisper was still called Darkkit, her parents thought she was blind because she clawed at anything and everything; including other cats, trees, dead fresh-kill, rocks, the dirt, and other strange things. They thought that maybe the kit was trying to feel around, but the truth was that Darkwhisper was only exploring. She was feeling, indeed, but she meant to do all of those clawings. Mentored by Sharptounge, Darkwhisper learned everything she could ever want. Her mentor was a great one, although he tended to be just a bit too rough. After practicing, Darkwhisper would sometimes come back a bit bloody, although she thought nothing of it. It was true Sharptounge drilled her on hard, but now, the she-cat is more thankful than ever for it. Not long after Darkwhisper recieved her warrior name, her mother and father died in the same battle against ThunderClan. To this day, Darkwhisper swears revenge.
IC: A slender and slick body sat on a large, gray rock. The figure looked up at the moon, her outline clear in the bright moonlight. "Darkwhisper," meowed a voice. "StarClan...?" The voice called her name again and again. "What is it?" Darkwhisper asked. Finally, Darkwhisper's sister, Lavendermist stepped out of the bushes, her eyes gleaming amusement. Lavendermist was born in a different and later litter from Darkwhisper, and was approximately nine moons younger than her. Darkwhisper let out a low growl as she glared at her sister, who, you might have guessed, was the total oppisite of her. "Leave me," she snarled. She and her sister had never gotten along.
CodeWord: Revelance
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Gender: She-cat
Age: 37 moons
Picture (Optional): images.worldofstock.com/slides/PPT1585.jpg
Physical Description: Darkwhisper's slender, but strong body is covered in sleek, shining black fur that shines in the moonlight. From black pads, dark gray claws extend. They're the same color as her nose and the inside of her ears. Darkwhisper's tail is slender, like her body, and quite long. Truthfully, this black she-cat is covered in scars, but they don't show since her fur grows back over them almost immediately. Darkwhisper's olive green eyes burn into whoever dares to stare straight into them, and they almost always seem to be shining. This cat is truly beautiful, but she doesn't notice it at all, and usually other cats don't, either.
Quick Appearance: A pure black she-cat with olive green eyes.
Personality: Darkwhisper is like no other cat of the forest. She's like a tiger ready to leap on it's prey, like a cheetah ready to run after an antelope, and like a lion ready to throw its head up and roar. This she-cat is fierce, suspicious, brave, powerful, and alert, but most of all, she's loyal. Cats that don't know her well, but have spoken to her, thick of Darkwhisper being a bloodthirsty cat, but they do not know how loyal she is to ShadowClan. She'd die for her Clan, she'd kill for her Clan, she'd even risk all of her best memories for her Clan and live like unhappy and alone until she breathed her last breath. Darkwhisper is a dark cat emotionally, and almost anybody could see it.
History: Darkwhisper was born in ShadowClan. Her mother was named Battleclaw, and her father Deadstare. When Darkwhisper was still called Darkkit, her parents thought she was blind because she clawed at anything and everything; including other cats, trees, dead fresh-kill, rocks, the dirt, and other strange things. They thought that maybe the kit was trying to feel around, but the truth was that Darkwhisper was only exploring. She was feeling, indeed, but she meant to do all of those clawings. Mentored by Sharptounge, Darkwhisper learned everything she could ever want. Her mentor was a great one, although he tended to be just a bit too rough. After practicing, Darkwhisper would sometimes come back a bit bloody, although she thought nothing of it. It was true Sharptounge drilled her on hard, but now, the she-cat is more thankful than ever for it. Not long after Darkwhisper recieved her warrior name, her mother and father died in the same battle against ThunderClan. To this day, Darkwhisper swears revenge.
IC: A slender and slick body sat on a large, gray rock. The figure looked up at the moon, her outline clear in the bright moonlight. "Darkwhisper," meowed a voice. "StarClan...?" The voice called her name again and again. "What is it?" Darkwhisper asked. Finally, Darkwhisper's sister, Lavendermist stepped out of the bushes, her eyes gleaming amusement. Lavendermist was born in a different and later litter from Darkwhisper, and was approximately nine moons younger than her. Darkwhisper let out a low growl as she glared at her sister, who, you might have guessed, was the total oppisite of her. "Leave me," she snarled. She and her sister had never gotten along.
CodeWord: Revelance
