Post by shadepools on Dec 25, 2008 20:52:27 GMT -5
Name: Dark(Darknote)
Age: a day shy of 26 moons
Gender: Tom
Personality:
He is fasinated with rythm, noise and music. He will search for something to make music with and play with that one noise for hours, often tiring him too much to do more than get back to camp.This kit-like emotion sheilds the darkness of his fear. He is lucky it has held up this long, or he would be a sulky cat too afraid to move.This darkness is sheided by many other emotions, and they are made of hope and happiness for the music his heart adores. Many don't understand his love for rythm, and they claim he is past the point of delirium. He is fairly normal, however, and takes part in complex conversations.
Description:
Musty black is the color of the pelt that covers his stocky, nimble build. Snowy white lashes at his legs, tail tip, and ears. A racoon mask surrounds his icy blue-teal orbs. He has a music note splattered on his back, marking him from the other black and white cats. His legs are very long, and his paws are silent as a bird breathing. He has a tuft of fur that grows up on his forehead, showing that he has long fur. His pelt can survive even the coldest and snowiest of winters. He grooms it every night before resting, as to prevent matting.
History:
The small black tom-kit watching his white pelted sister bounce around in the fresh-fallen snow.It looked as though she was wrinkling the snow, making it uneven and akquard and she sang,"Snow,snow! Snow,snow,snow!" Her violet eyes glittered. Dark was standing still as a stone as he growled," Come on, Lithiumstrike. We can't waste time." He narrowed his icy orbs. Lithiumstrike shivered and mewed,"Where's mother?" "She's....wait.You're right. Where is mum?" Dark had padded into a snowy clearing as he followed his mother's faint scent. Lithium padded from the bush-filled path and saw Dark from the bottom of the hill he was standing on. "Dark!" she yelled, scrambling up the hill," Did you find mum?" Dark shook his black head and meowed back," I did find a scent. She's headed to..... DuskClan." He rasped the last word, voice cold as ice. His sister's white pelted spine rose and her tail, white as the snow beneath them, quivered with fear. " I'll go hunt," she mewed shakily, as Dark nodded his agreement. "Stay close!" He mewed, but Lithiumstrike was already sprinting off into the distance until her pelt looked like nothing more than moving snow.
That was the last time he saw his sister. He has been living as a rouge in the meadow ever since.
Age: a day shy of 26 moons
Gender: Tom
Personality:
He is fasinated with rythm, noise and music. He will search for something to make music with and play with that one noise for hours, often tiring him too much to do more than get back to camp.This kit-like emotion sheilds the darkness of his fear. He is lucky it has held up this long, or he would be a sulky cat too afraid to move.This darkness is sheided by many other emotions, and they are made of hope and happiness for the music his heart adores. Many don't understand his love for rythm, and they claim he is past the point of delirium. He is fairly normal, however, and takes part in complex conversations.
Description:
Musty black is the color of the pelt that covers his stocky, nimble build. Snowy white lashes at his legs, tail tip, and ears. A racoon mask surrounds his icy blue-teal orbs. He has a music note splattered on his back, marking him from the other black and white cats. His legs are very long, and his paws are silent as a bird breathing. He has a tuft of fur that grows up on his forehead, showing that he has long fur. His pelt can survive even the coldest and snowiest of winters. He grooms it every night before resting, as to prevent matting.
History:
The small black tom-kit watching his white pelted sister bounce around in the fresh-fallen snow.It looked as though she was wrinkling the snow, making it uneven and akquard and she sang,"Snow,snow! Snow,snow,snow!" Her violet eyes glittered. Dark was standing still as a stone as he growled," Come on, Lithiumstrike. We can't waste time." He narrowed his icy orbs. Lithiumstrike shivered and mewed,"Where's mother?" "She's....wait.You're right. Where is mum?" Dark had padded into a snowy clearing as he followed his mother's faint scent. Lithium padded from the bush-filled path and saw Dark from the bottom of the hill he was standing on. "Dark!" she yelled, scrambling up the hill," Did you find mum?" Dark shook his black head and meowed back," I did find a scent. She's headed to..... DuskClan." He rasped the last word, voice cold as ice. His sister's white pelted spine rose and her tail, white as the snow beneath them, quivered with fear. " I'll go hunt," she mewed shakily, as Dark nodded his agreement. "Stay close!" He mewed, but Lithiumstrike was already sprinting off into the distance until her pelt looked like nothing more than moving snow.
That was the last time he saw his sister. He has been living as a rouge in the meadow ever since.
