Post by eagleback on Jun 17, 2006 2:36:44 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Nightshade
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] RougeClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior/Follower
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 3 Years
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Long pitch black hair, with white, chin, paws, chest. Piercing yellow eyes. And many scars from her prey that fought back. The worst is one across her eye that she got when she escaped the Clan. She's rather large for a she-cat, and well muscled. She can be mistaken for a tom quit easily.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow] See siggie
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Bloodthirsty without a doubt. And she thinks highly of herself. Nightshade's tounge is as quick and sharp as her claws, which she loves to use. Her love for blood is only topped by her loving of killing, and the screams of pain coming from her prey. She snaps her teeth at any cat the annoys her, and she has little respect for other rouges. She loves to torture Clandirt.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow] Nightshade grew up as a barn cat in a far off place, where all the cats spoke like her. Her name there was Tarja. At 8 Moons old she got her first taste of two-leg blood, when a two-leg kit pulled her tail, she bit it, hard. After that she bit two-legs every chance she got, and the cutter was her favorite target. She grew to not just love two-leg blood, but also cat. A intruder entered her barn one night, he was a soft kittypet, who fled at the sight of her. She chased him down, and slowly killed him. Ripping his belly open and savoring the feel of his blood between her claws. His screams of pain music to her ears. When he finally died she drank some of his blood, loving the metallic flavor. After that, no living thing was safe from her slashing claws and ripping teeth. Cats started to call her the shadow that killed. Tarja took the name Killingshade for moons, even though her two-legs still called her Tarja. Then her two-legs moved, trapping and taking Killingshade with them, because she was a good ratter. When they released her in the new barn, she ran away, never looking back. Cats here didn't fear her, and that angered Killingshade. She joined a Clan, and enjoyed killing there apprentices and kits. Blaming it on dogs, badgers, fox, rouges, other Clans, two-legs and even sometimes other Clanmates. She finally got caught, and was took prisoner. The medicine cat called her Nightshade, after the deadly plant that look pretty, but gave a deadly bite. Nightshade escaped after half a moon, killing her guards and any other cat that tried to stop her.
She wandered for many moons on her own, killing whatever stumbled upon her deadly path Nightshade still loves the taste of blood, and the sound of screams.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] RougeClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior/Follower
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 3 Years
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Long pitch black hair, with white, chin, paws, chest. Piercing yellow eyes. And many scars from her prey that fought back. The worst is one across her eye that she got when she escaped the Clan. She's rather large for a she-cat, and well muscled. She can be mistaken for a tom quit easily.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow] See siggie
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Bloodthirsty without a doubt. And she thinks highly of herself. Nightshade's tounge is as quick and sharp as her claws, which she loves to use. Her love for blood is only topped by her loving of killing, and the screams of pain coming from her prey. She snaps her teeth at any cat the annoys her, and she has little respect for other rouges. She loves to torture Clandirt.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow] Nightshade grew up as a barn cat in a far off place, where all the cats spoke like her. Her name there was Tarja. At 8 Moons old she got her first taste of two-leg blood, when a two-leg kit pulled her tail, she bit it, hard. After that she bit two-legs every chance she got, and the cutter was her favorite target. She grew to not just love two-leg blood, but also cat. A intruder entered her barn one night, he was a soft kittypet, who fled at the sight of her. She chased him down, and slowly killed him. Ripping his belly open and savoring the feel of his blood between her claws. His screams of pain music to her ears. When he finally died she drank some of his blood, loving the metallic flavor. After that, no living thing was safe from her slashing claws and ripping teeth. Cats started to call her the shadow that killed. Tarja took the name Killingshade for moons, even though her two-legs still called her Tarja. Then her two-legs moved, trapping and taking Killingshade with them, because she was a good ratter. When they released her in the new barn, she ran away, never looking back. Cats here didn't fear her, and that angered Killingshade. She joined a Clan, and enjoyed killing there apprentices and kits. Blaming it on dogs, badgers, fox, rouges, other Clans, two-legs and even sometimes other Clanmates. She finally got caught, and was took prisoner. The medicine cat called her Nightshade, after the deadly plant that look pretty, but gave a deadly bite. Nightshade escaped after half a moon, killing her guards and any other cat that tried to stop her.
She wandered for many moons on her own, killing whatever stumbled upon her deadly path Nightshade still loves the taste of blood, and the sound of screams.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Night fell over treecut place, casting eerie shadows. Only a few bright stars shown through the clouded sky, and the moon was no more then a slit, looking like the pupil of a cat's eye when faced with a bright light. The only sound was of the wind whispering, and lightly rustling the leaves on the trees, and a night bird chirping, as it looked for a meal.
Among the brush, a large shape shifted, it's black pelt making it close to invisible. Unblinking yellow eyes scanned the area. A dark pink, almost black, tongue swiped over scarred lips, flashing teeth the color of dried blood. Black, pointed, ears swiveled, listening intently to it's surroundings. The object slowly lifted one white paw, then the other, sinking unsheathed claws, the color of it's teeth, into the earth.
The creature moved silently, ragged pelt only a few inches above the ground. As it lifted it's scarred head, a white patch on it's chest almost glowed in the scarce moon-light. The creature sniffed, flaring black nostrils. A long, black, furry tail lashed, as the creature froze, glowing yellow eyes fixed on the night bird. As it moved into the brightest patch of moon-light, it became clear what this animal was. It was a large she-cat. The cat continued onward, toward the happily twittering night bird, unaware of it's approaching death. Only a few tail-lengths away, the cat shifted all her weight onto her muscular hind-quarters.
She remained still for a moment, almost becoming invisible. Then she pounced, landing just slightly to the left of the night bird, which let out a startled cry, and took flight. The she-cat growled, and lept after the bird, her, long hooked claws, catching a wing. She brought the bird back to earth, and let it's wing flap desperately for a few moments. Then she neatly sliced it's head off, with a quick and fluid movement of a slashing claw. She lowered her head, lapping at the blood, before sinking teeth into the tiny body.
As the cat continued it's meal, the tree and wind grew silent, the only sound was the echoing of the birds last cry.
Among the brush, a large shape shifted, it's black pelt making it close to invisible. Unblinking yellow eyes scanned the area. A dark pink, almost black, tongue swiped over scarred lips, flashing teeth the color of dried blood. Black, pointed, ears swiveled, listening intently to it's surroundings. The object slowly lifted one white paw, then the other, sinking unsheathed claws, the color of it's teeth, into the earth.
The creature moved silently, ragged pelt only a few inches above the ground. As it lifted it's scarred head, a white patch on it's chest almost glowed in the scarce moon-light. The creature sniffed, flaring black nostrils. A long, black, furry tail lashed, as the creature froze, glowing yellow eyes fixed on the night bird. As it moved into the brightest patch of moon-light, it became clear what this animal was. It was a large she-cat. The cat continued onward, toward the happily twittering night bird, unaware of it's approaching death. Only a few tail-lengths away, the cat shifted all her weight onto her muscular hind-quarters.
She remained still for a moment, almost becoming invisible. Then she pounced, landing just slightly to the left of the night bird, which let out a startled cry, and took flight. The she-cat growled, and lept after the bird, her, long hooked claws, catching a wing. She brought the bird back to earth, and let it's wing flap desperately for a few moments. Then she neatly sliced it's head off, with a quick and fluid movement of a slashing claw. She lowered her head, lapping at the blood, before sinking teeth into the tiny body.
As the cat continued it's meal, the tree and wind grew silent, the only sound was the echoing of the birds last cry.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
