Post by 89darkthorn89 on Jun 27, 2007 12:15:34 GMT -5
Name: Darkthorn
Moons: 32
Gender: Tom
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: Warrior
Short-Description:
Other:
Moons: 32
Gender: Tom
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: Warrior
Short-Description:
Dark tabby tom with green eyes.Picture:
www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/BuenosAires/Boca/xa9u5407.jpgDescription:
Darkthorn has beautiful dark tabby coloring. His pelt is almost invisible at night, only his piercing green eyes giving his figurine away. His eyes are always cold, no matter what mood he would be in, and are impossible to decipher. His paws are completely brown, the lightest color on his slim frame is a dark tan. As I just revealed, he has a slight frame, but it's completely hard muscle under his gleaming coat. His claws are peculiarly long, in the front and back, and are black. His tail is magnificent, dark plumes flow from it, unlike the rest of his bodice, which is slightly shaggy, but short-haired.Personality:
Darkthorn is a closed box. You could study this cat for years, start to think you have his personality completely unraveled, and you've only got the beginning. Darkthorn's voice is oddly cold, quiet, and menacing, no matter what mood he's in. Darkthorn's outer personality is cold and hard, as people believe him to be like that constantly. He's not. If you can somehow get him to trust you, you'd find a very different cat. He's noble and quite peace loving, and always thinks of other cats before himself. He would easily die for his clan, and, for no particular reason besides his brother's being there, he absolutely despises Ravenclan. Is an absolutely stunning fighter, because of his past, but also hates to fight.History:
Darkthorn was a half-clan cat. In a dark time in his forest, where everything was shaken, he was rebelled against, and discarded into exile. He lived like that with his brother, Shadowpool, for 6 moons.Role Playing Example:
A rogue group, wishing to defeat the clans, captured them, and trained them to fight, using them as prisoners in battle. Nothing was said when they won the battle, but when they lost... they blamed Darkthorn and Shadowpool. When that happened, injuries were inflicted. To save their own lives, they learned to fight with skill beyond any they'd seen. They did escape, one day, when the rogue group was finally overthrown.
He wandered the forest, his brother and he departed separate ways. He ran from his old life, and didn't care if he would live. After moons of wandering, he randomly wandered across the clans. He joined Moonclan, missing his old life, and vowed to ALWAYS be loyal.
Darkthorn plunged into the clan cats, the rogues pushing from behind. He twirled and danced, inflicting great wounds, as he had been trained. He fought grimly, but his heart soared, as it had done five million times before, the rogues were faring badly!! He might be able to flee. He was thrust forward again, as the rogues charged. He continued fighting, though with less vigor, as he usually did. His eyes sought his brother, and found him. Shadowpool looked like he was despairing! Impossible! He talked about freedom just as much as Darkthorn did! But he fought ferociously, with no sign of joy.Codeword: Rapids
Soon, the wave of battle turned, and it was obvious the rogues were losing. Darkthorn flipped his dark body around, turning to face the cats that had tortured him. He fought with renewed vigor, enthralled with his chance of escape. Soon, he realized his dark brother as nearing him, still fighting for the rogues. Shadowpool moved in front of Darkthorn, and battled him. "Traitor!" Shadowpool shrieked. Darkthorn was so completely confused. His brother was the traitor!! But if Shadowpool wished to die with the rogues, Darkthorn didn't care a bit! Shadowpool took a swipe at Darkthorn's neck, which Darkthorn promptly blocked. But, the battle was basically over. Only a few rogues still stood, one of them Shadowpool, and they fled.
Darkthorn fled also, ignoring the screeches of victory, he didn't feel like the victor. His only companion, Shadowpool, had betrayed him! Darkthorn's life was a mess, a dark mess. He had no reason to live! There was no one he cared for, no one cared about him. He ran, he didn't know where, he just ran. He didn't care.
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=D Yay! My first charrie! I'll be making Shadowpool as soon as Darkthorn's accepted.
