Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Apr 30, 2006 17:50:44 GMT -5
Name: Hauntedstar
Age: Unknown
Gender: Tom
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Hauntedstar is a frightening cat. He is a smaller cat, with long legs, and lithe muscles. He is a grey and black calico, with no white on him. His pelt is an array of slate grey, smoky black and midnight black. He as a long tail, large ears, and a delicately built face. His eyes are black, and the pupils are not visible. This give him the look of a ghost, or a blind cat. But he is neither. His eyesight is sharp, and his hearing too. He is a first class hunter, and even better tracker. His fighting skills are vicious, as he has lightning quick reflexes. His claws are like dagger, long and sharp. His teeth are small, but wickedly pointed. He usually does not speak, ever, but when he does, it is a cold, thin voice that reminds all of ice. He is gifted with a way of silently disappearing into shadows, where not even his eyes are difficult. He never, never moves with noise, always slinking silently from place to place. It makes it look as if he can disappear, and he makes no effort to curb the lore.
Personality: Hauntedstar is a sly, cunning cat, but he keeps it all to himself. He is silent, speaking only to insult or look down upon others. When someone will not tell him something, he simply stares at them with his cold black eyes. He has the unnerving ability to stare down anyone, his pitch eyes burning into them. He also has the unsettling ability to sense when someone lies to him. He is a loner cat, but a good leader as well. He loathes to be bossed around, and has a defiant, wild spirit. His voice and insults are like razors, and he has the ability to inject venom into any word he utters. He is a sarcastic, sardonic cat with hateful personality. He is silent cat, but if should stumble across a highly intelligent animal he would converse with them. He is gentle with some, but only a select two or three. He never kills in cold blood, neither does he ever start a fight. He is a cunning, ambitious cat, but to him fights are foolhardy. He is untrusting of most everyone and hates those who think they can dominate him. For him, it is his way or the highway to hell.
History:
Born into Herd of the Night Cat, Hauntedkit was the youngest in a little of three. His two sisters, Mangokit and Mercurykit were his mothers pride and joy. But he did not speak much, or act like a little kitten. Once he was made a novice to the deputy, how ever, cats began to appreciate him. He learned fast, and was an excellent hunter, and an even better tracker. He would bring home the most prey, and he would work hard to be the best. He never spoke much, but was grudgingly polite to others. He was mostly silent, letting his handsome face distract others. Then Lithestar died, leaving Mercypelt, the deputy to become leader. The new deputy was called Thistlewhisker. In that very same ceremony, Hauntedpaw became Hauntedclaw. But two days later, an outlaw called Curse murdered Thistlewhisker, and Hauntedclaw went, seeking revenge. He murdered Curse, and brought his body back to camp. Mercystar, proud of his old apprentice, happily named Hauntedclaw the new deputy, and gave him a Novice named Tearpaw. Tearpaw was an outlaw’s kitten, that had been brought into the herd. No one really trusted her, but Hauntedclaw trained her. She flourished as he once had until terror struck. His sister, now called Mangopelt, had recently given birth to kittens, as well as his other sister, Mercurygaze. The both gave birth too two kittens each. They were named Shinekit, Mushroomkit, Faithkit, and Bluffkit. But just as the kittens reached the age where they might be noviced, another outlaw came into the nursery. She killed Hauntedclaw’s mother, sisters, newborn brother, and all his nieces and nephews. She also killed a cat who was pregnant named Dangerspirit. Marcystar, on the last of his thirteen lives, sent his deputy, Hauntedclaw after her with his Novice, Tearpaw. They tracked her or an entire moon before they found and killed her. They buried her body and returned to find that an illness had devastated the camp. Only six strong warriors remained. One had given birth, so there were also five kittens. The healer was still there, and strong, but she was sad having seen so many cats wiped out by the disease. The old leader was clinging onto life and when he saw Hauntedclaw return, he shut his eyes with relief for the last time. Tearpaw was renamed Luckspirit for her luck in surviving when so many others had not. The new deputy was a tom called Jinxfang. The five Novice’s were distributed among the warriors, and finally the reduced herd was at rest. But then came a fire, and the only two cats that survived the harsh flames were Hauntedstar, and he and Luckspirit’s first kitten, Battlekit. They traveled together until one day they came across some foxes. The foxes tried to kill Hauntedstar, who had all of his lives still, but the foxes took none. They were amazed such a small cat could defeat them all, protect his kitten, and not break a sweat. They invited him to stay with them, using sign language. Battlekit, still only three moons old, was given to a female fox named Wish so that she could nourish him and raise him. According the Foxes tradition, Battlekits name could never be changed, but Hauntedstar did not want to give up the last memory of his life as a clan cat. He changed the kittens name to Battleluck after his mother. Slowly, he began to learn the languages of the foxes, until he spoke with them in their own language fluently. Battleluck fogot his cat heritage, and when Hauntedstar told the foxes he was moving on, but to keep Battleluck safe for him. The foxes obliged, promising to pass on the word of him, Hauntedbright (the closest translation to star), the Cat who could speak like a Fox. Sure enough, where ever he went, foxes trusted, and helped him. But he was depressed and embittered. His Novice and mate was dead. One kitten of his thought he was a fox, while the other three were dead. His master, his leader, his admirers, his sisters, his mother, his nieces and nephews; they all had one thing in common that he did not share. They were dead or gone. Hauntedstar was alone, with 13 lives, ensuring he would not soon die. He fought many animals, surprising everyone with his amazing skills. But it meant nothing to him, and as his beautiful silver eyes darkened more and more, he began to hate all cats except his son, more and more. Now his eyes are pitch black, and he feels soulless, and hates all cats.
IC: Hauntedstar padded along the storm passage. The cool grey asphalt and acrid tint to the air had become familiar to the tom. He walked along steadily, feeling the rough surface scratch at the pads of his paws. His ears flicked as the wind carried the soft clicking of his claws across the air. His black eyes stayed in front of him, fixed on the horizon as he trotted steadily on, firm muscles not tiring. It was dusk, and the shadows of the sun played on his dark pelt, making them look almost white. He shifted his black gaze, and for a moment they looked their old, pale silver, But then they became their black, bottomless pits again, and the tom walked on.
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[/img]Age: Unknown
Gender: Tom
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Hauntedstar is a frightening cat. He is a smaller cat, with long legs, and lithe muscles. He is a grey and black calico, with no white on him. His pelt is an array of slate grey, smoky black and midnight black. He as a long tail, large ears, and a delicately built face. His eyes are black, and the pupils are not visible. This give him the look of a ghost, or a blind cat. But he is neither. His eyesight is sharp, and his hearing too. He is a first class hunter, and even better tracker. His fighting skills are vicious, as he has lightning quick reflexes. His claws are like dagger, long and sharp. His teeth are small, but wickedly pointed. He usually does not speak, ever, but when he does, it is a cold, thin voice that reminds all of ice. He is gifted with a way of silently disappearing into shadows, where not even his eyes are difficult. He never, never moves with noise, always slinking silently from place to place. It makes it look as if he can disappear, and he makes no effort to curb the lore.
Personality: Hauntedstar is a sly, cunning cat, but he keeps it all to himself. He is silent, speaking only to insult or look down upon others. When someone will not tell him something, he simply stares at them with his cold black eyes. He has the unnerving ability to stare down anyone, his pitch eyes burning into them. He also has the unsettling ability to sense when someone lies to him. He is a loner cat, but a good leader as well. He loathes to be bossed around, and has a defiant, wild spirit. His voice and insults are like razors, and he has the ability to inject venom into any word he utters. He is a sarcastic, sardonic cat with hateful personality. He is silent cat, but if should stumble across a highly intelligent animal he would converse with them. He is gentle with some, but only a select two or three. He never kills in cold blood, neither does he ever start a fight. He is a cunning, ambitious cat, but to him fights are foolhardy. He is untrusting of most everyone and hates those who think they can dominate him. For him, it is his way or the highway to hell.
History:
Born into Herd of the Night Cat, Hauntedkit was the youngest in a little of three. His two sisters, Mangokit and Mercurykit were his mothers pride and joy. But he did not speak much, or act like a little kitten. Once he was made a novice to the deputy, how ever, cats began to appreciate him. He learned fast, and was an excellent hunter, and an even better tracker. He would bring home the most prey, and he would work hard to be the best. He never spoke much, but was grudgingly polite to others. He was mostly silent, letting his handsome face distract others. Then Lithestar died, leaving Mercypelt, the deputy to become leader. The new deputy was called Thistlewhisker. In that very same ceremony, Hauntedpaw became Hauntedclaw. But two days later, an outlaw called Curse murdered Thistlewhisker, and Hauntedclaw went, seeking revenge. He murdered Curse, and brought his body back to camp. Mercystar, proud of his old apprentice, happily named Hauntedclaw the new deputy, and gave him a Novice named Tearpaw. Tearpaw was an outlaw’s kitten, that had been brought into the herd. No one really trusted her, but Hauntedclaw trained her. She flourished as he once had until terror struck. His sister, now called Mangopelt, had recently given birth to kittens, as well as his other sister, Mercurygaze. The both gave birth too two kittens each. They were named Shinekit, Mushroomkit, Faithkit, and Bluffkit. But just as the kittens reached the age where they might be noviced, another outlaw came into the nursery. She killed Hauntedclaw’s mother, sisters, newborn brother, and all his nieces and nephews. She also killed a cat who was pregnant named Dangerspirit. Marcystar, on the last of his thirteen lives, sent his deputy, Hauntedclaw after her with his Novice, Tearpaw. They tracked her or an entire moon before they found and killed her. They buried her body and returned to find that an illness had devastated the camp. Only six strong warriors remained. One had given birth, so there were also five kittens. The healer was still there, and strong, but she was sad having seen so many cats wiped out by the disease. The old leader was clinging onto life and when he saw Hauntedclaw return, he shut his eyes with relief for the last time. Tearpaw was renamed Luckspirit for her luck in surviving when so many others had not. The new deputy was a tom called Jinxfang. The five Novice’s were distributed among the warriors, and finally the reduced herd was at rest. But then came a fire, and the only two cats that survived the harsh flames were Hauntedstar, and he and Luckspirit’s first kitten, Battlekit. They traveled together until one day they came across some foxes. The foxes tried to kill Hauntedstar, who had all of his lives still, but the foxes took none. They were amazed such a small cat could defeat them all, protect his kitten, and not break a sweat. They invited him to stay with them, using sign language. Battlekit, still only three moons old, was given to a female fox named Wish so that she could nourish him and raise him. According the Foxes tradition, Battlekits name could never be changed, but Hauntedstar did not want to give up the last memory of his life as a clan cat. He changed the kittens name to Battleluck after his mother. Slowly, he began to learn the languages of the foxes, until he spoke with them in their own language fluently. Battleluck fogot his cat heritage, and when Hauntedstar told the foxes he was moving on, but to keep Battleluck safe for him. The foxes obliged, promising to pass on the word of him, Hauntedbright (the closest translation to star), the Cat who could speak like a Fox. Sure enough, where ever he went, foxes trusted, and helped him. But he was depressed and embittered. His Novice and mate was dead. One kitten of his thought he was a fox, while the other three were dead. His master, his leader, his admirers, his sisters, his mother, his nieces and nephews; they all had one thing in common that he did not share. They were dead or gone. Hauntedstar was alone, with 13 lives, ensuring he would not soon die. He fought many animals, surprising everyone with his amazing skills. But it meant nothing to him, and as his beautiful silver eyes darkened more and more, he began to hate all cats except his son, more and more. Now his eyes are pitch black, and he feels soulless, and hates all cats.
IC: Hauntedstar padded along the storm passage. The cool grey asphalt and acrid tint to the air had become familiar to the tom. He walked along steadily, feeling the rough surface scratch at the pads of his paws. His ears flicked as the wind carried the soft clicking of his claws across the air. His black eyes stayed in front of him, fixed on the horizon as he trotted steadily on, firm muscles not tiring. It was dusk, and the shadows of the sun played on his dark pelt, making them look almost white. He shifted his black gaze, and for a moment they looked their old, pale silver, But then they became their black, bottomless pits again, and the tom walked on.
Picture:
This is a picture of him during the IC. Normally his pelt is darker in coloring.
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