Post by thisbecoconuts on Mar 19, 2008 23:19:54 GMT -5
Name:Darkmoon
Gender:Tom
Rank:Warrior
Appearance:Darkmoon has a black pelt, a classic bad luck cat, as some would put it. The sleekness of his pelt is recognizable under the moon. He has a very muscular body, but he is not one that is known for his strength. He has a lean body, subtle muscles bulging with every step, pounce, and kill, but he is known for his quickness. His lithe body is quick with attacks and dodges. Darkmoon has a scar running from his front left shoulder, across his side, ending at his left haunch. His eyes are a red color, a feature that makes cats making eye contact with him nervous. They are not obviously red until a closer look is taken. Some say his eyes have a satanic quality
Personality:Darkmoon was dubbed well. He is a very mysterious cat, sneering at others, not very likeable. He is not a friend, but does not go out of his way to betray others. He simply does not care. He hates whiny little she-cats that believe he was born to serve them. He is a loyal clan cat, but he has his evil thoughts, though they do not necessarily lead to evil actions... most of the time. Darkmoon enjoys hunting alone, but when in a group, he does not command others, nor does he care to be ordered around. He is an amazing hunter, nothing rarely slipping from his paws.
History:Darkmoon was born to a mother who abandoned him at a young age. He had killed his siblings, they were all runts of the litter and he had to take care of them for several moons. He came from a history of starvation which explains his excellent hunting skills, he had no room for error. Hardships came to him many a time, but he eventually stumbled upon Shadowclan, and found that he did not mind feeding others as long as they were no burden to him. He does not kill anymore, but once he is angered... nah nevermind, it's in the past. Right?
Other: He's a sweet kitty, I promise. xD
Password:Rubish Cat. did you mean rubbish? *scratches head
Roleplaying Sample:Darkmoon breathed in the musky air of the foggy night. His dreary aura was not noticed by others around him. The satanic figure was alone. He crept outside of the den and looked up at the moon, his red eyes illuminating, red clashing with silver, blood clashing with purity. He smiled to himself, a look that would not bring others happiness. He smelled a mouse in the air.. Ahh the stupidity of vermon, willing to walk straight into his paws. He padded forward, not bothering to crouch. Eventually the mouse lifted its nose, squeaking as it looked at Darkmoon. Finally the cat crouched and pounced, silencing the creature before it squeaked, a look of terror upon its sharp face. The red eyes were its last vision. A vision of hell and death. He grabbed the mouse in his strong jaws and dropped it in the fresh-kill pile. He was not satisfied with the killing and his hunger was not stirred. He wanted a chase... he wanted danger.
Gender:Tom
Rank:Warrior
Appearance:Darkmoon has a black pelt, a classic bad luck cat, as some would put it. The sleekness of his pelt is recognizable under the moon. He has a very muscular body, but he is not one that is known for his strength. He has a lean body, subtle muscles bulging with every step, pounce, and kill, but he is known for his quickness. His lithe body is quick with attacks and dodges. Darkmoon has a scar running from his front left shoulder, across his side, ending at his left haunch. His eyes are a red color, a feature that makes cats making eye contact with him nervous. They are not obviously red until a closer look is taken. Some say his eyes have a satanic quality
Personality:Darkmoon was dubbed well. He is a very mysterious cat, sneering at others, not very likeable. He is not a friend, but does not go out of his way to betray others. He simply does not care. He hates whiny little she-cats that believe he was born to serve them. He is a loyal clan cat, but he has his evil thoughts, though they do not necessarily lead to evil actions... most of the time. Darkmoon enjoys hunting alone, but when in a group, he does not command others, nor does he care to be ordered around. He is an amazing hunter, nothing rarely slipping from his paws.
History:Darkmoon was born to a mother who abandoned him at a young age. He had killed his siblings, they were all runts of the litter and he had to take care of them for several moons. He came from a history of starvation which explains his excellent hunting skills, he had no room for error. Hardships came to him many a time, but he eventually stumbled upon Shadowclan, and found that he did not mind feeding others as long as they were no burden to him. He does not kill anymore, but once he is angered... nah nevermind, it's in the past. Right?
Other: He's a sweet kitty, I promise. xD
Password:Rubish Cat. did you mean rubbish? *scratches head
Roleplaying Sample:Darkmoon breathed in the musky air of the foggy night. His dreary aura was not noticed by others around him. The satanic figure was alone. He crept outside of the den and looked up at the moon, his red eyes illuminating, red clashing with silver, blood clashing with purity. He smiled to himself, a look that would not bring others happiness. He smelled a mouse in the air.. Ahh the stupidity of vermon, willing to walk straight into his paws. He padded forward, not bothering to crouch. Eventually the mouse lifted its nose, squeaking as it looked at Darkmoon. Finally the cat crouched and pounced, silencing the creature before it squeaked, a look of terror upon its sharp face. The red eyes were its last vision. A vision of hell and death. He grabbed the mouse in his strong jaws and dropped it in the fresh-kill pile. He was not satisfied with the killing and his hunger was not stirred. He wanted a chase... he wanted danger.
