Post by .Sketch; on Jan 10, 2007 19:01:48 GMT -5
Name: Adderstrike.
Age: Thirty-one moons.
Gender: Tom-cat.
Clan: None.
Rank: Rouge.
Mentor/Apprentice: None/None.
Description: Adderstrike, what to say about Adderstrike. His body is almost abnormally large, laced with hard rippling muscles. Though he may be tall he isn't wide, he has long legs and a fairly thin, lithe body. Nothing but a pure blanket of thick pure black drapes itself over his body, allowing no other color in. His claws are razor sharp and long, constantly flexing and supposedly never sheathing. His eyes are big and round, two voids of hate. They are hued in a thick liquid amber color, unhealthy blue spinning around the inside of his iris. His pupils are oddly shaped, instead of the usual cat-like slit they are oddly snake-like. He looks like his brother Batcry though there is only a few differences. Long slashing scars line his body, flawing the flesh and ruffling the fur. The tip of his tail his nicked, cutting in a sleek 'v-shape'
Personality: Adderstrike is a very nasty piece of work. He always had been since he was a kit, a twisted minded devil who could make Atroxfire himself scream like a newborn baby without even trying. His past was foul, and post never even allow themselves to speak of what he did in ShadeClan. They hate him, the ShadeClanners and other cats too, they can't stand him, the haunting disgusting cat. The reason he was called Adderstrike was because he strikes like an adder, this at almost anything and also because of his eyes. Yet the history of Adderstrike, was mostly kept in ShadeClan, they didn't pass it around like open news.
History: He was born into the world by the supposed love of two cats, this at the same time as a Tom called Batkit. The two kits had always been the troublemakers of ShadeClan, they hated the elders, snarled at the Queens and refused any help from the Medicine Cats. Well, at least Adderkit always was like that. In ways he always wondered if his brother just followed on what he did instead of doing things for himself. He was a demon, Adderkit, a true sick minded demon. It was the reason why he was thrown out of Snowclan first, he was always the one that hated every aspect of StarClan, showed no belief at all apart for one thing; DeathClan. When he reached the stage of an apprentice he was aware of another cat in the clan who got on his nerves. The cat was a young, pretty tabby named Butterflywing, the calm warrior had always been the king one. The one who did everything right and believed strongly in Starclan, she licked the ears of kittens and always seemed to have a golden glow of radiance around her. He hated her, every good little bit about her. One night he had lured her out into the forest and slit her throat, then cut her body up, he had littered what was left of her all over ShadeClan's camp in the middle of the night, crossing in tiny little 'A's' beside each peice of rotting flesh. No one knew who killed her of course, until they saw clumps of pure black fur inbetween what was left of her paws. The black fur of Adderpaw. They had been disgusted though Adderpaw had wailed and wailed, making up stories of how he had tried to save her from the Loner but she scratched him. The ShadeClanners believed the story, each and every word of it. Well, every one did apart from the medicine cat. He had been made warrior for his bravery and was quite respected in the camp. He became aware of the medicine cats suspicion and made plans to kill again. He had leaped on the she-cat in the middle of the night and force mated with her, pinning her down with thorns. After that he cut her up and killed her. The she-cats screams had awoke the camp and most watched as the tom tore her up. He was exiled about ten minutes later and chased into the forest.
Mate: -Many. >3
Kits: Fathered Seven Litters though killed his kittens.
Kin: Brother - Batcry.
Age: Thirty-one moons.
Gender: Tom-cat.
Clan: None.
Rank: Rouge.
Mentor/Apprentice: None/None.
Description: Adderstrike, what to say about Adderstrike. His body is almost abnormally large, laced with hard rippling muscles. Though he may be tall he isn't wide, he has long legs and a fairly thin, lithe body. Nothing but a pure blanket of thick pure black drapes itself over his body, allowing no other color in. His claws are razor sharp and long, constantly flexing and supposedly never sheathing. His eyes are big and round, two voids of hate. They are hued in a thick liquid amber color, unhealthy blue spinning around the inside of his iris. His pupils are oddly shaped, instead of the usual cat-like slit they are oddly snake-like. He looks like his brother Batcry though there is only a few differences. Long slashing scars line his body, flawing the flesh and ruffling the fur. The tip of his tail his nicked, cutting in a sleek 'v-shape'
Personality: Adderstrike is a very nasty piece of work. He always had been since he was a kit, a twisted minded devil who could make Atroxfire himself scream like a newborn baby without even trying. His past was foul, and post never even allow themselves to speak of what he did in ShadeClan. They hate him, the ShadeClanners and other cats too, they can't stand him, the haunting disgusting cat. The reason he was called Adderstrike was because he strikes like an adder, this at almost anything and also because of his eyes. Yet the history of Adderstrike, was mostly kept in ShadeClan, they didn't pass it around like open news.
History: He was born into the world by the supposed love of two cats, this at the same time as a Tom called Batkit. The two kits had always been the troublemakers of ShadeClan, they hated the elders, snarled at the Queens and refused any help from the Medicine Cats. Well, at least Adderkit always was like that. In ways he always wondered if his brother just followed on what he did instead of doing things for himself. He was a demon, Adderkit, a true sick minded demon. It was the reason why he was thrown out of Snowclan first, he was always the one that hated every aspect of StarClan, showed no belief at all apart for one thing; DeathClan. When he reached the stage of an apprentice he was aware of another cat in the clan who got on his nerves. The cat was a young, pretty tabby named Butterflywing, the calm warrior had always been the king one. The one who did everything right and believed strongly in Starclan, she licked the ears of kittens and always seemed to have a golden glow of radiance around her. He hated her, every good little bit about her. One night he had lured her out into the forest and slit her throat, then cut her body up, he had littered what was left of her all over ShadeClan's camp in the middle of the night, crossing in tiny little 'A's' beside each peice of rotting flesh. No one knew who killed her of course, until they saw clumps of pure black fur inbetween what was left of her paws. The black fur of Adderpaw. They had been disgusted though Adderpaw had wailed and wailed, making up stories of how he had tried to save her from the Loner but she scratched him. The ShadeClanners believed the story, each and every word of it. Well, every one did apart from the medicine cat. He had been made warrior for his bravery and was quite respected in the camp. He became aware of the medicine cats suspicion and made plans to kill again. He had leaped on the she-cat in the middle of the night and force mated with her, pinning her down with thorns. After that he cut her up and killed her. The she-cats screams had awoke the camp and most watched as the tom tore her up. He was exiled about ten minutes later and chased into the forest.
Mate: -Many. >3
Kits: Fathered Seven Litters though killed his kittens.
Kin: Brother - Batcry.
