Post by Hawkeyes on Oct 19, 2008 19:21:48 GMT -5
>>Name: Deathwing
>>Gender: Tom
>>Age: 35 moons
>>Description: He has short black fur and amber eyes. He has long and strong legs and is slim. Although he looks small and everything, he is very strong. He is almost everything he doesn't look like, strong, fierce, etc. Something that describes him is: looks don't end up being what they look like. (i forgot how the real saying goes)
>>Scars: Lots
>>Rank: Warrior
[/li][li]Father: Unknown
[/li][li]Siblings: Nope, not anymore
[/li][li]Kits: Nope, later
[/li][li]Other Kin: Not that he knows of
[/li][/ul]
>>Personality: He is mean, and fierce. HE is the kind of cat who would go around and into battles. He loves to fight, and hunt. He barely smiles or laughs except when someone is hurt.
>>History: He was born in StormClan. He never knew his father and believed he died before he was born in battle. His mother died in a flood the day he and his brother and sister were born. His brother was taken by a fox one night and the next morning his sister was taken by and eagle. That day, he didn't know that any of his siblings have died, and walked out the den. That moment, a warrior didn't see him while practicing fighting with another warrior and scratches him, hard. He was supposed to die that day but somehow lived. Then, he got his name, Deathkit.
No one knew how he survived and believed he was possessed with demons. Not that many cats stayed to be around him. When he became an apprentice, he had the same mentor as another cat. They became great freinds, her name was Pantherpaw. He promised himslef that the day they became warriors, he would ask her to be his mate. And he did, only she said no without any explaination. She left camp that night and was never seen again as hard as Deathwing tried to find her. Every night he would walk out of camp and hope to find her and every night, he is dissapointed.
He has grown fierce and strong, and very stern, rarely being happy. He only hopes to have someone who cares for him...
[/li][li] hunting
[/li][li] seeing others in misery
[/li][/ul]
[/li][li] floods
[/li][li] a lot of other things
[/li][/ul]
>>Picture: with out the collar
farm1.static.flickr.com/98/241395496_f6d9e28e52.jpg?v=0
>>Song: Bad Day by Daniel Powter, Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan (and any other sad songs)
>>Rules: yes!
>>Gender: Tom
>>Age: 35 moons
>>Description: He has short black fur and amber eyes. He has long and strong legs and is slim. Although he looks small and everything, he is very strong. He is almost everything he doesn't look like, strong, fierce, etc. Something that describes him is: looks don't end up being what they look like. (i forgot how the real saying goes)
>>Scars: Lots
>>Rank: Warrior
[/li][li]Father: Unknown
[/li][li]Siblings: Nope, not anymore
[/li][li]Kits: Nope, later
[/li][li]Other Kin: Not that he knows of
[/li][/ul]
>>Personality: He is mean, and fierce. HE is the kind of cat who would go around and into battles. He loves to fight, and hunt. He barely smiles or laughs except when someone is hurt.
>>History: He was born in StormClan. He never knew his father and believed he died before he was born in battle. His mother died in a flood the day he and his brother and sister were born. His brother was taken by a fox one night and the next morning his sister was taken by and eagle. That day, he didn't know that any of his siblings have died, and walked out the den. That moment, a warrior didn't see him while practicing fighting with another warrior and scratches him, hard. He was supposed to die that day but somehow lived. Then, he got his name, Deathkit.
No one knew how he survived and believed he was possessed with demons. Not that many cats stayed to be around him. When he became an apprentice, he had the same mentor as another cat. They became great freinds, her name was Pantherpaw. He promised himslef that the day they became warriors, he would ask her to be his mate. And he did, only she said no without any explaination. She left camp that night and was never seen again as hard as Deathwing tried to find her. Every night he would walk out of camp and hope to find her and every night, he is dissapointed.
He has grown fierce and strong, and very stern, rarely being happy. He only hopes to have someone who cares for him...
[/li][li] hunting
[/li][li] seeing others in misery
[/li][/ul]
[/li][li] floods
[/li][li] a lot of other things
[/li][/ul]
>>Picture: with out the collar
farm1.static.flickr.com/98/241395496_f6d9e28e52.jpg?v=0
>>Song: Bad Day by Daniel Powter, Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan (and any other sad songs)
>>Rules: yes!