Post by >>:Featherstone:<< on Aug 7, 2006 13:15:21 GMT -5
Name: Blackshadow
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Tom ((A first for me!))
Clan: SpiderClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: A dark, ragged tom with a slightly sunken-in pelt. It is black though, which doesn't help. He is really quite strong and agile. His eyes are a bright orange-amber, reflecting the sorrow and bittersweet memories he has, despite his few years. He has a forlorn look that says he knows he is not the best he can be, but he doesn't care.
Personality: Blackshadow is quiet and a little depressed at the moment. He is not always frowning, but he rarely gives a genuine smile. He has a sense of humor, though it is as dry and brittle as the ground of Green-Leaf. He is charming, kind, and gentle underneath, but first, to find it, a mess of broken heart and torn memories must be cleaned and healed. He doesn't hope for another mate; he loved Dovecall with all of his heart and is not planning to love someone else. I mean, look where loving got him the first time!
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History Blackshadow was born, truly, in RockClan. His sisters are Featherstone and Hollyfern, and niether of them know he exists. When he was born, it was noticed by his mother that he looked nothing like her, or the other two's father. But then, she remembered that night with the spooky, charming black tom... and she abandoned him. Out of love for her mate, and being afraid he would leave her, she left him on the border of SpiderClan. Blackshadow was found and taken in. He learend all this but 7 moons ago, when his father died in a battle. As he lay dying, he told Blackshadow the whole story.
Not long ago, Blackshadow had fallen in love with a she-cat warrior, Dovecall. She died in the same battle, and before having their kits. Blackshadow was heartbroken, and it will be a long time before he considers having another mate.
RP Example: A chill wind rustles the very top of the trees, and Blackshadow shivers. But not with cold. With grief. He sat vigil for the fallen warriors of yesterday's battle, but mostly for Dovecall. He had fine, thick fur that easily kept out the cold. But his father had told him the truth yesterday, that he actually wasn't his father. THat his moher hadn't wanted him, that he had two sisters, one the leader of a clan. Blackshadow snorted. A streak of yellow, the gold, then orange leapt across the horizon as the sun began to rise, soon accompanied by red, and every other color inbetween. The world was waking all around him, the birds began to sing, the squirrels came out of their trees, the insects began buzzing. But Blackshadow felt and heard nothing, nothing but his own steady beating of a broken heart.
Other: Nope.
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Tom ((A first for me!))
Clan: SpiderClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: A dark, ragged tom with a slightly sunken-in pelt. It is black though, which doesn't help. He is really quite strong and agile. His eyes are a bright orange-amber, reflecting the sorrow and bittersweet memories he has, despite his few years. He has a forlorn look that says he knows he is not the best he can be, but he doesn't care.
Personality: Blackshadow is quiet and a little depressed at the moment. He is not always frowning, but he rarely gives a genuine smile. He has a sense of humor, though it is as dry and brittle as the ground of Green-Leaf. He is charming, kind, and gentle underneath, but first, to find it, a mess of broken heart and torn memories must be cleaned and healed. He doesn't hope for another mate; he loved Dovecall with all of his heart and is not planning to love someone else. I mean, look where loving got him the first time!
Picture:
History Blackshadow was born, truly, in RockClan. His sisters are Featherstone and Hollyfern, and niether of them know he exists. When he was born, it was noticed by his mother that he looked nothing like her, or the other two's father. But then, she remembered that night with the spooky, charming black tom... and she abandoned him. Out of love for her mate, and being afraid he would leave her, she left him on the border of SpiderClan. Blackshadow was found and taken in. He learend all this but 7 moons ago, when his father died in a battle. As he lay dying, he told Blackshadow the whole story.
Not long ago, Blackshadow had fallen in love with a she-cat warrior, Dovecall. She died in the same battle, and before having their kits. Blackshadow was heartbroken, and it will be a long time before he considers having another mate.
RP Example: A chill wind rustles the very top of the trees, and Blackshadow shivers. But not with cold. With grief. He sat vigil for the fallen warriors of yesterday's battle, but mostly for Dovecall. He had fine, thick fur that easily kept out the cold. But his father had told him the truth yesterday, that he actually wasn't his father. THat his moher hadn't wanted him, that he had two sisters, one the leader of a clan. Blackshadow snorted. A streak of yellow, the gold, then orange leapt across the horizon as the sun began to rise, soon accompanied by red, and every other color inbetween. The world was waking all around him, the birds began to sing, the squirrels came out of their trees, the insects began buzzing. But Blackshadow felt and heard nothing, nothing but his own steady beating of a broken heart.
Other: Nope.
That's what I've been telling everybody, so I can't stop now! Also, your Description and personality both need one more senentce 
