Post by Đarκsong on Feb 10, 2008 15:50:22 GMT -5
Secret
I know I don't know you
But I want you so bad
Everyone has a secret
Can they keep it?
Oh no they can't
Maroon 5 - Secret
Name: Secret
Gender: Male
Rank: Rogue
Appearance: Dark orange and brown tabby tom. The fur on his paws and muzzle is graying from old age. All of his bones stick out and his skin is loose, indicating he use to be a large and strong tom. His eyes are a bright green.
Personality: Arrogant, domineering, and conniving are only a few of his 'wonderful' traits. He is, in a sense, a criminal mastermind. He's always coming up with new plots and plans.
History: Secret's earliest memory was the day he and his brother we to be brought to Ivoryclan. He didn't understand why his mother was doing such a thing, and resisted greatly. He managed to get away from her during their journey and ran back to their den underneath a Twoleg nest. His mother continued on and left the other kit. She returned home and let Secret stay, although she was quite angry with him.
The tom reached 6 moons and began hunting with his mother. They unknowingly hunted on Ivoryclan territory. One day, Secret's mother scented hostile clan cats approaching. She told her son to leave and go back to the den. He obeyed, and never saw her again.
Secret still continued to hunt and wander about in Ivoryclan's territory. He began meeting occasionally with his brother, then known as Greenpaw. He told Secret of their mother's fate.
The tom continued his life in the forest uneventfully, never running into a clan patrol. Tornspirit died, but it didn't phase him much. He did, however, want revenge on Ivoryclan for his mother's death.
Then, he ran into a female Warrior in the forest. It was perfect for his plan.
Other: Tornspirit's brother, thus Darksong and Mothflight's uncle. He also fathered Snowdrift's kits; Purplekit, Maskkit, and Angelkit.
Password: Rubbish Cow
Roleplaying Sample:
"Tornspirit? Is that you?" Secret called out, hearing pawsteps approaching him. He could hear and scent more than one cat. He braced himself, worrying it was a patrol.
"Yes, Secret, it's me. I brought my kits." Tornspirit said as he appeared before his brother. A young tortoise-shell cat followed right behind him. A few moments later, a black kit pounced out of the underbrush at his tail.
The tortoise-shell kit yowled and ran underneath Tornspirit. Tornspirit grabbed the black kit by the scruff and dragged him into view, and growled at the young tom.
Secret laughed a bit, watching the black kit curiously, "Have they been apprenticed yet?" He asked.
"Just yesterday actually." Tornspirit explained, then motioned to the tortoise-shell kit, "This is Mothpaw." He then turned to the black kit and growled, "And that worthless scrap is Darkpaw."
Darkpaw hissed at his farther, "I am not worthless! I'm going to be a better Warrior than you someday!"
Secret padded up to Darkpaw and stared down at him, "You better pipe down, pipsqueak!"
The black kit fixed his gaze on his uncle, making it clear he was not afraid.
Mothpaw was glancing around at everyone, completely lost. He felt the need to say something, so he said, "I caught my first mouse today!"
Darkpaw looked at his brother, eyes full of sarcasm, "Well, aren't you just the most amazing thing ever!"
Tornspirit was obviously embarrassed by his offspring's behavior, "Darkpaw, Mothpaw! Go back to camp. I've had enough of this nonsense." His kits obeyed without question.
