Post by poisonkiss on Aug 3, 2009 21:22:06 GMT -5
Sorry,I couldn't help it. Also Ravenstar just looked so lonely in Shadowclan all by herself. 
Name: Bloodstorm
Age: 30 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Description: His fur is a reddish-brown colour that resembles blood. He has black stripes mainly on his back,legs and tail due to the fact he is a tabby.Stangely though he has no stripes on his face.His underbelly and chest are a lighter red-brown than that of his main fur colour. His fur is of medium length and is scruffy looking. He is a big cat,height wise, and well-muscled and due this many tend to tremble in fear that he will hurt them,which he doesn't mind.
His pointed,triangle-shaped ears are black,their insides are the same light red-brown as his underbelly.His foreleg are both black as are his back paws.
His eyes are a very beautiful golden-brown,like honey or like the metal the two-legs seem to worship. He has two very dark poink scars running from his eyebrow to nearly his cheek. They give him a slightly gruesome and tough apeaance and that tied with the fact he always scowls tends to make other cats give him a distance.
His tail is furred with the same colour as his body and has black stripes that make rings around it. The end of his tail is white which he hates because it makes his tail look like a surrender flag when he waves it around.
His head is rounded and his cheeks are long furred and come to points at each end,much like the face of a fox. His teeth are long and colour of the whitest ivory,his claws are long as well but the colour of ebony. Both are his most menacing features and most cats tend to stay out of these weapons of destruction and death.
Personality: He is agressive and violent and tends to lose his temper often. He doesn't say much but when he does he's either hissing death threats or making an important statement or suggestion. He is very stubborn and doesn't think to often before he acts or speaks. He speaks his mind when neccassary or not and doesn't care if his opinion is not wanted or rude. He can be very determined when he wants something and will not back down when in the face of an enemy. He is pretty cold and uncaring to those he does like or doesn't trust and he rarely shows his true emotions.
He is a loyal defender of his clan and clan-mates and will stop at nothing to protect them and his home. Though he doesn't show it he cares very deeply for his clan-mates and can be very chivalrous and caring if its brought out.He thinks of the she-cats and kits before anything when he needs to protect and keep them safe. He has a soft nice guy side,but that side is buried deep and is only brough out when either he is not paying attention and making sure this side stays buried or this side is brought out by a very caring and patient cat. Most of the time he's just the agressive and rude brute of the pack with a short temper and an even shorter tolerance for annoying cats who don't respect his personal space.
History: Bloodstorm was raised by the deputy of his clan and his mate. He has three siblings,one brother and two sisters. By the time he was born the famine that had wiped out many of the clan-cats before him was long gone and the clan was once again flurishing. Bloodstorm had always been the agressive and short-tempered cat he is,even as a kit. He was always getting into scraps with his siblings and the other kits. He was scolded over and over but it never changed him one bit. By the time he was old enough to be apprenticed he was given to a patient and golden-hearted she-cat. His clan hoped that maybe the she-cat's personality could rub off on Bloodpaw. No matter what his clan tried to do though he was still a reckless hell-raiser and once it was time for him to be named a warrior the clan gave up on trying to change him and left him be. Bloodstorm,even though he is agressive and everything, is still loyal and a terribly good defender of his clan and will be until the day he dies.
Example of RPG: Bloodstorm lazed in the shade provided by a small tree and tried to sleep. Just when he had just about reached unconsciousness he was pounced on. He opened his eyes and leapt up. He shook himself wildly,determined to shake whatever had attacked him off. He saw a small white spot fly off him and land laughing on the ground. Bloodstorm narrowed his eyes and stared at the creauture. The small creature lifted its eyes to glare at Bloodstorm.
"That was mean,uncle! I was only playing!" The small white kit pouted."You'll pay for that!" The kit laughed and pounced on Bloodstorm.
Bloodstorm mentally groaned,Great,just what I needed! Another visit from my sister's demon of a daughter! He sighed and let the kit chew and bite him. If he was to truthfully admit it he loved the kit,loved her death and couldn't bear the thought of her ever leaving or growing to old to not want to play fight with her uncle. Bloodstorm grinned and rolled over. He started to tickle the little kit,who giggled and squirmed out of his grip.
"That's not fair fighting!" The kit squeaked and ran around Bloodstream. She stopped by his head and started to chew happily on one of his black ears.
Secret word: Eaten by Kitty
Name: Bloodstorm
Age: 30 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Description: His fur is a reddish-brown colour that resembles blood. He has black stripes mainly on his back,legs and tail due to the fact he is a tabby.Stangely though he has no stripes on his face.His underbelly and chest are a lighter red-brown than that of his main fur colour. His fur is of medium length and is scruffy looking. He is a big cat,height wise, and well-muscled and due this many tend to tremble in fear that he will hurt them,which he doesn't mind.
His pointed,triangle-shaped ears are black,their insides are the same light red-brown as his underbelly.His foreleg are both black as are his back paws.
His eyes are a very beautiful golden-brown,like honey or like the metal the two-legs seem to worship. He has two very dark poink scars running from his eyebrow to nearly his cheek. They give him a slightly gruesome and tough apeaance and that tied with the fact he always scowls tends to make other cats give him a distance.
His tail is furred with the same colour as his body and has black stripes that make rings around it. The end of his tail is white which he hates because it makes his tail look like a surrender flag when he waves it around.
His head is rounded and his cheeks are long furred and come to points at each end,much like the face of a fox. His teeth are long and colour of the whitest ivory,his claws are long as well but the colour of ebony. Both are his most menacing features and most cats tend to stay out of these weapons of destruction and death.
Personality: He is agressive and violent and tends to lose his temper often. He doesn't say much but when he does he's either hissing death threats or making an important statement or suggestion. He is very stubborn and doesn't think to often before he acts or speaks. He speaks his mind when neccassary or not and doesn't care if his opinion is not wanted or rude. He can be very determined when he wants something and will not back down when in the face of an enemy. He is pretty cold and uncaring to those he does like or doesn't trust and he rarely shows his true emotions.
He is a loyal defender of his clan and clan-mates and will stop at nothing to protect them and his home. Though he doesn't show it he cares very deeply for his clan-mates and can be very chivalrous and caring if its brought out.He thinks of the she-cats and kits before anything when he needs to protect and keep them safe. He has a soft nice guy side,but that side is buried deep and is only brough out when either he is not paying attention and making sure this side stays buried or this side is brought out by a very caring and patient cat. Most of the time he's just the agressive and rude brute of the pack with a short temper and an even shorter tolerance for annoying cats who don't respect his personal space.
History: Bloodstorm was raised by the deputy of his clan and his mate. He has three siblings,one brother and two sisters. By the time he was born the famine that had wiped out many of the clan-cats before him was long gone and the clan was once again flurishing. Bloodstorm had always been the agressive and short-tempered cat he is,even as a kit. He was always getting into scraps with his siblings and the other kits. He was scolded over and over but it never changed him one bit. By the time he was old enough to be apprenticed he was given to a patient and golden-hearted she-cat. His clan hoped that maybe the she-cat's personality could rub off on Bloodpaw. No matter what his clan tried to do though he was still a reckless hell-raiser and once it was time for him to be named a warrior the clan gave up on trying to change him and left him be. Bloodstorm,even though he is agressive and everything, is still loyal and a terribly good defender of his clan and will be until the day he dies.
Example of RPG: Bloodstorm lazed in the shade provided by a small tree and tried to sleep. Just when he had just about reached unconsciousness he was pounced on. He opened his eyes and leapt up. He shook himself wildly,determined to shake whatever had attacked him off. He saw a small white spot fly off him and land laughing on the ground. Bloodstorm narrowed his eyes and stared at the creauture. The small creature lifted its eyes to glare at Bloodstorm.
"That was mean,uncle! I was only playing!" The small white kit pouted."You'll pay for that!" The kit laughed and pounced on Bloodstorm.
Bloodstorm mentally groaned,Great,just what I needed! Another visit from my sister's demon of a daughter! He sighed and let the kit chew and bite him. If he was to truthfully admit it he loved the kit,loved her death and couldn't bear the thought of her ever leaving or growing to old to not want to play fight with her uncle. Bloodstorm grinned and rolled over. He started to tickle the little kit,who giggled and squirmed out of his grip.
"That's not fair fighting!" The kit squeaked and ran around Bloodstream. She stopped by his head and started to chew happily on one of his black ears.
Secret word: Eaten by Kitty
