Post by Rift on Nov 9, 2006 4:14:45 GMT -5
Characters Name:
Many. Real name is Riftwing, others call him Rift, and others yet know him as whatever they come up with.
Gender:
Male
Breed of Cat (If any):
Tabby
Age (if not years, just kit, young, adult, elder, etc will work):
Four
Character Description (either what your cat looks like, or a picture):
Character Personality:
Rift is that hero who lurks in the shadows, who doesn't want the praise or fame, just the fact of helping others keeps him living. He is noble and a gentleman, falling into the polite and mysterious category. He is fair, but will attack if threatened, or witness to unfair fighting, someone fighting to kill, etc. He won't let others come to harm that can be avoiding, and will die in order to help them.
He does this for the reason thus: Everything he loved, he cared, and worked for disappeared, it was stolen from him, so he knows devastation at it's finest. He knows what it feels like, and because of this, doesn't want to make innocent others feel the pain. If the danger can be avoided, he will make that happen. If it can be stopped, he will stop it. You fall in the river, he is there to get you out.
His namesake was brought to him for the fact he seemed to appear out of nowhere as a young kit, and still does. You can hear nothing, see nothing, scent nothing, while you fight the fox alone, but blink once and he is by your side, fighting with you. And when the fight is done, he will leave, you will never get to know his name unless you can get it out of him.
Character History:
Gonna shorten it up, might right it properly later
Rift once lived in Dashclan, but when one of the cats had been followed by twolegs and the clan was discovered, they were caught, one by one, except Rift, who had been a apprentice then, and was hiding, and put to sleep, being called feral and dangerous cats. The forest and surrounding areas were scoped, and the rest of the clans found. A few cats escaped, but not many.
So Rift fled to a nearby Graveyard, in which he found Grit, a baby crow who fell from her nest, near some of the graves. Might he not have been so depressed, he might have taken her for prey, but since he didn't want to take an innocent life, he let her live, and actually started caring for her.
Grit learned how to speak cat, though her grasp on the language is mangled with her crow accent and lack of pronouncing some words, which she just avoids altogether. The two would work together to catch food, by Grit flying to find it, sometimes attacking, while Rift stalked and killed it, then the two would share the meal. Sometimes Grit would give a warning caw, and the prey would run right into Rift's paws.
After awhile, they both left the Graveyard, and journeyed to a new land, and their first sight there was a kit being carried away by a hawk. Grit confused and attacked the hawk until it got low enough to Rift to take down, then it was killed and the kit brought back to where it's fear scent started.
The clan leader offered Rift a place to stay, but all he asked was for a Warrior ceremony, not wanting to be an apprentice all his life. So he was named Riftwing, for appearing from no where to help, and with the help of a crow.
Rift left there the next day, traveling farther, with Grit close behind.
Anything Else: Rift is a fierce fighter, and refuses to be brought down by someone with no honor, and using sheer will, fights his attackers off.
Name:
Grit
Gender:
Female
Species:
Crow
Age:
A little younger than four years
Description:
Personality:
Grit is a very smart crow, but tends to be very sarcastic, and loves to confuse people by talking in riddles. She considers Rift 'hers', and actually does have a crush on him. She will get very bitchy with any female cat that trys to court him when he is not around.
Be warned of the crow.
Also, hunt her and you'll have Rift to deal with.
History:
She fell out of her nest, read Rift's for the rest.
