Post by Flamestar on Jan 12, 2007 19:00:07 GMT -5
Name: Darkclaw
Age: 32 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: BushClan
Rank: warrior
Mentor/Apprentice: N/A
Picture: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a2/Cat_outside.jpg/748px-Cat_outside.jpg
Description: Darkclaw's fur is thick and grey, lightning around his throat. One of his most striking feature is his white feet. Even more striking, his long claws are pitch black. They stand out vividly against his white paws.
Personality: Despite his birth prophecy, Darkclaw is a kind, sweet tom. He cares for everyone he meets. He is chivarlous; he defends the weak, sick, young, and old. He loves his Clan and all in it and would die for the Clan in a moment.
History: Darkclaw's birth wasn't the best way a kit could come into the world. His mother died kitting him, devasting the father. Even worse, Darkkit flexed his black claws the moment he was born. All gasped; they had never seen such dark claws. The medicine cat took it as a prophecy; that the kit's claws were black with the terrible deeds he would commit in the future. It seemed cruel to kill a newborn kit, though, so they named him Darkkit so they would always remember to keep an eye on him.
Darkkit was given to another queen who just nursed him and kept him warm, nothing else. However, another queen was careless with her kits and so Darkkit had playmates.
When it was time for Darkkit to be apprenticed, no warrior wanted to mentor him. He wasn't a sensitive kit, yet he cried himself to sleep that night. A brand new warrior, who sorely wanted an apprentice, however took him as an apprentice.
Darkclaw soon got his warrior name. As a new warrior, he dispelled his birth prophecy by saving a drowning queen and her kits. Cats started associating with him, still treating him a tad warily.
Today, Darkclaw is trusted by all his Clanmates- mostly. It is assumed the Medicine Cat interpreted the sign wrong. But Darkclaw is still haunted by the prophecy, wondering if it will come true. And there is always a voice in the back of his head, whispering, His claws are black with terrible deeds.....
Mate: None.
Kits: None.
Kin: All dead.
Age: 32 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: BushClan
Rank: warrior
Mentor/Apprentice: N/A
Picture: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a2/Cat_outside.jpg/748px-Cat_outside.jpg
Description: Darkclaw's fur is thick and grey, lightning around his throat. One of his most striking feature is his white feet. Even more striking, his long claws are pitch black. They stand out vividly against his white paws.
Personality: Despite his birth prophecy, Darkclaw is a kind, sweet tom. He cares for everyone he meets. He is chivarlous; he defends the weak, sick, young, and old. He loves his Clan and all in it and would die for the Clan in a moment.
History: Darkclaw's birth wasn't the best way a kit could come into the world. His mother died kitting him, devasting the father. Even worse, Darkkit flexed his black claws the moment he was born. All gasped; they had never seen such dark claws. The medicine cat took it as a prophecy; that the kit's claws were black with the terrible deeds he would commit in the future. It seemed cruel to kill a newborn kit, though, so they named him Darkkit so they would always remember to keep an eye on him.
Darkkit was given to another queen who just nursed him and kept him warm, nothing else. However, another queen was careless with her kits and so Darkkit had playmates.
When it was time for Darkkit to be apprenticed, no warrior wanted to mentor him. He wasn't a sensitive kit, yet he cried himself to sleep that night. A brand new warrior, who sorely wanted an apprentice, however took him as an apprentice.
Darkclaw soon got his warrior name. As a new warrior, he dispelled his birth prophecy by saving a drowning queen and her kits. Cats started associating with him, still treating him a tad warily.
Today, Darkclaw is trusted by all his Clanmates- mostly. It is assumed the Medicine Cat interpreted the sign wrong. But Darkclaw is still haunted by the prophecy, wondering if it will come true. And there is always a voice in the back of his head, whispering, His claws are black with terrible deeds.....
Mate: None.
Kits: None.
Kin: All dead.