Post by katsura on Apr 25, 2010 19:19:19 GMT -5
Name:: Duskfur
Gender:: tom/male
Age:: 27 moons
Clan/ Group:: DarkClan
Postion:: Warrior
Description:: dark gray tomcat with slightly darker tabby markings His body is crisscrossed with terrible scars. His eyes are reddish amber. He speaks with a lisp, probably because part of his tongue is torn.
Personality:: Duskfur is a bit... radical. He's a strong enforcer of the warrior code and seems to stalk a particular she-cat. He's not hardworking, but certainly is a loyal and kind cat. Unfortunately, all he got from his parents were their tendencies to be violent in what they believe. He has accidentally killed cats in more than one scenario and is probably only kept around for his superior hunting skills. Duskfur's not very bright and has an obsession with power, and thinks he knows the way to get it: through Hollyheart, the deputy's sister. As he says, "She's not bad on th' eyes, neither."
Family:: Barkwhisker/Yellowbelly- father; Lostfoot- mother (all deceased)
History:: He was born to a she-cat named Lostfoot, as she had lost her right forepaw when she was stupid enough to stand in the middle of a Thunderpath. The she-cat figured all she could serve her Clan with was her ability to have kits, and thus Duskpelt has no idea who his father really is. Yellowbelly and Barkwhisker were brothers and looked almost the same, except Yellowbelly had white belly fur that he never cleaned: it became a dull yellow color, and Barkwhisker had splotches of brown on his face. When they learned that their mate was the same cat, they killed each other in cold blood. They found their corpses together: teeth in each other's throat. Lostfoot was later killed by the two cats' sister before she apparently killed herself by leaping off the waterfall in the center of the territories. She took with her (in death) his two siblings, and left him for dead-- which is where the scars come from. He took spectacular offense in the fact that Hollyheart never acknowledged him, and still pines after her-- after all, she's a pretty she-cat, no? He's been known to kill in battle and will not hesitate to try to get what he wants, but respects and admires the warrior code a little too much, and has found usable loop holes for his benefits...
RolePlay Sample:: Duskfur crouched silently, his belly fur sweeping the ground beneath him. Three squirrels fought beneath a tree. Duskfur cocked an ear and approached. Silent, Duskfur. You've come too far in this expedition to go out without yer kill now, eh? Watching their every moves, he dug his claws into the moist soil and with a barely audible grunt flung himself into the air. One squirrel made his escape, but the other two soon lay at his claws. He quickly slashed their throats before making after the third one, and with a spectacular leap grabbed it off the tree trunk it was trying to escape up.
And now Duskfur had earned a feast... eh?
Gender:: tom/male
Age:: 27 moons
Clan/ Group:: DarkClan
Postion:: Warrior
Description:: dark gray tomcat with slightly darker tabby markings His body is crisscrossed with terrible scars. His eyes are reddish amber. He speaks with a lisp, probably because part of his tongue is torn.
Personality:: Duskfur is a bit... radical. He's a strong enforcer of the warrior code and seems to stalk a particular she-cat. He's not hardworking, but certainly is a loyal and kind cat. Unfortunately, all he got from his parents were their tendencies to be violent in what they believe. He has accidentally killed cats in more than one scenario and is probably only kept around for his superior hunting skills. Duskfur's not very bright and has an obsession with power, and thinks he knows the way to get it: through Hollyheart, the deputy's sister. As he says, "She's not bad on th' eyes, neither."
Family:: Barkwhisker/Yellowbelly- father; Lostfoot- mother (all deceased)
History:: He was born to a she-cat named Lostfoot, as she had lost her right forepaw when she was stupid enough to stand in the middle of a Thunderpath. The she-cat figured all she could serve her Clan with was her ability to have kits, and thus Duskpelt has no idea who his father really is. Yellowbelly and Barkwhisker were brothers and looked almost the same, except Yellowbelly had white belly fur that he never cleaned: it became a dull yellow color, and Barkwhisker had splotches of brown on his face. When they learned that their mate was the same cat, they killed each other in cold blood. They found their corpses together: teeth in each other's throat. Lostfoot was later killed by the two cats' sister before she apparently killed herself by leaping off the waterfall in the center of the territories. She took with her (in death) his two siblings, and left him for dead-- which is where the scars come from. He took spectacular offense in the fact that Hollyheart never acknowledged him, and still pines after her-- after all, she's a pretty she-cat, no? He's been known to kill in battle and will not hesitate to try to get what he wants, but respects and admires the warrior code a little too much, and has found usable loop holes for his benefits...
RolePlay Sample:: Duskfur crouched silently, his belly fur sweeping the ground beneath him. Three squirrels fought beneath a tree. Duskfur cocked an ear and approached. Silent, Duskfur. You've come too far in this expedition to go out without yer kill now, eh? Watching their every moves, he dug his claws into the moist soil and with a barely audible grunt flung himself into the air. One squirrel made his escape, but the other two soon lay at his claws. He quickly slashed their throats before making after the third one, and with a spectacular leap grabbed it off the tree trunk it was trying to escape up.
And now Duskfur had earned a feast... eh?