Post by Shinko on Mar 29, 2010 19:43:08 GMT -5
Name:: Malice
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: 28 moons
Clan/ Group:: Rogue
Postion:: While not precisely a leader, most of the rogues fear and respect her enough to stay out of her way.
Description:: i28.photobucket.com/albums/c236/Shinkoryu14/Burningstar.jpg
Personality:: Malice is the sort of cat who would tear your throat out and laugh at you while she was doing it. Her hatred know no bounds, and some say that her paws are soaked with more blood than the lake has water. She has a commanding air about her that has won the respect of many of the rogues around the Clan territory.
Family:: Her mother was a warrior of CloudClan, and her father was a loner. She had one littermate, a sister, who she killed with her own two paws.
History:: Malice was born into CloudClan with the name Pinekit. She had endured much scorn from her Clanmates because her father was a loner, and grew up lonely and bitter. When at last she became a warrior she was given the name Pineheart, and her sister became a warrior on the same day, Rowanwind. Pineheart was still something of an outsider within her Clan, though Rowanwind had managed to win CloudClan's respect with her determination and loyalty. Pineheart met a LeafClan warrior named Redfern at one of the gatherings, and the two of them fell in love. Rowanwind never knew about the relationship, and one day when she was leading a patrol that found Redfern waiting for her sister inside CloudClan territory she attacked him, accidentally pushing him to his death over the waterfall. Pineheart witnessed the very end of this confrontation, and her jealousy towards hers sister's popularity within the Clan and her grief at the death of her mate drove Pineheart mad. She killed her sister and the rest of the patrol. CloudClan sentenced her to exile, and she changed her name to Malice. Malice vowed that she would hate the warrior code and every cat who followed it for the rest of her life, and devoted her life to sending as many clan cats as she could to Silverpelt.
RolePlay Sample:: The she-cat's eyes bored into the skinny tom, and she laughed at the evident fear in his expression. "Don't worry, little apprentice," she murmured, "I'll try to make your death painless."
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: 28 moons
Clan/ Group:: Rogue
Postion:: While not precisely a leader, most of the rogues fear and respect her enough to stay out of her way.
Description:: i28.photobucket.com/albums/c236/Shinkoryu14/Burningstar.jpg
Personality:: Malice is the sort of cat who would tear your throat out and laugh at you while she was doing it. Her hatred know no bounds, and some say that her paws are soaked with more blood than the lake has water. She has a commanding air about her that has won the respect of many of the rogues around the Clan territory.
Family:: Her mother was a warrior of CloudClan, and her father was a loner. She had one littermate, a sister, who she killed with her own two paws.
History:: Malice was born into CloudClan with the name Pinekit. She had endured much scorn from her Clanmates because her father was a loner, and grew up lonely and bitter. When at last she became a warrior she was given the name Pineheart, and her sister became a warrior on the same day, Rowanwind. Pineheart was still something of an outsider within her Clan, though Rowanwind had managed to win CloudClan's respect with her determination and loyalty. Pineheart met a LeafClan warrior named Redfern at one of the gatherings, and the two of them fell in love. Rowanwind never knew about the relationship, and one day when she was leading a patrol that found Redfern waiting for her sister inside CloudClan territory she attacked him, accidentally pushing him to his death over the waterfall. Pineheart witnessed the very end of this confrontation, and her jealousy towards hers sister's popularity within the Clan and her grief at the death of her mate drove Pineheart mad. She killed her sister and the rest of the patrol. CloudClan sentenced her to exile, and she changed her name to Malice. Malice vowed that she would hate the warrior code and every cat who followed it for the rest of her life, and devoted her life to sending as many clan cats as she could to Silverpelt.
RolePlay Sample:: The she-cat's eyes bored into the skinny tom, and she laughed at the evident fear in his expression. "Don't worry, little apprentice," she murmured, "I'll try to make your death painless."
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