Post by shadowthunder on Dec 14, 2006 19:35:51 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Shadowthunder
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
RiverClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
34 Moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Shadowthunder most resembles that of a raccoon. His fluffy tail is ringed with black stripes and black rings circle both eyes. Shadowthunder's ears are adequately rounded and black as well. The rest of his fur is a sunburned brown. His coat has always been long and fluffy, and he likes to keep it neat, but not only is his coat big, but he himself. Shadowthunder has an odd size, looking a significant amount larger than other cats. However, he is a pitiful fighter and hunter. Shadowthunder specializes in sneaking and creeping. His eyes are a sun-baked color that doesn't have any particular shine them. His muzzle is a bit longer than most, furthering the raccoon look. While his appearance may seem intimidating, it is not made for battles.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
N/A
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Shadowthunder is a bit of an oddball. While he isn't a happy-go-lucky maniac, he isn't that dark, evil, lonely creep who you only hear speak every few moons. He seems to be loyal to the clan and has a friendly attitude towards most of his clan mates, but a quiet side is still present in him. This tom has a mild humor, tending to chuckle more often than actually laugh. He is cool and collected through most things, though, if something were to stir up bad memories he could become depressed or withdrawn. One thing that really surprises other cats is that Shadowthunder is a pacifist. He hates fighting and will preferably keep the peace if possible. This cat works as a fine negotiator and can read feeling fairly well.
Shadowthunder is accepting of most cats, but doesn't immediately trust cats outside of LakeClan. He is strictly silent at Gatherings and is wary when patrolling borders. Shadowthunder also always seems to be thinking and is never caught with a completely aware look. Sometimes one can be talking directly to him and not get a word through.
[glow=green,2,300]Origin:[/glow]
Shadowthunder grew up as a loner with his exiled parents of ShadowClan and ThunderClan, loving his father and sister very much. His mother on the other hand, was never a close tie with him. For the first four moons of his life, Shadowkit was taught by his father, Scaledheart, and learned a lot on how to survive on his own before reaching even apprentice level. Lilysong, his mother, was fiercely protective of Scaledheart, that is, until he died. Shadowkit's father died when a monster on Thunderpath hit him. After that, nothing was the same. Lilysong became furious with her dead mate, forcing herself to believe that he had left her behind. She took out her rage on Shadowkit's sister, who, at the time, was dubbed Rubbishkit. This was because Rubbishkit looked much like her father, while Shadowkit resembled Lilysong and was usually just ignored. After a few weeks, Lilysong grew tired of her kits, the signs of her past love, and abandoned them in the old barn they called home.
Soon, Rubbishkit found the border of WindClan when they were out exploring. She instantly wanted to join, while Shadowkit was reluctant. He refused to join the clan, so Rubbishkit went without him. That was the last time he saw her. For the next five moons or so, Shadowkit roamed about the unclaimed territories around the clans, learning more and more about survival and life each day. He did get into numerous fights with other loners and rogues, but none serious. One day, when he was about nineteen moons or so, Shadowthunder came upon RiverClan's border mistakenly, also running into a certain she-cat named Solemnheart. He talked with her, despite his normal reaction to strange cats, and, to his surprise, she talked back without suspicion. She didn't seem to care that he was a loner, in fact, she didn't ask him anything about who he was at all. So, the next day, Shadowthunder returned to the spot, hoping to see the she-cat again, which he did.
After a while, the two cats became fonder and fonder of each other until finally Shadowthunder joined RiverClan, wanting nothing more than to spend his life with Solemnheart. The clan somewhat accepted him and he was happy. A few moons later, Solemnheart announced that she was expecting kits. Shadowthunder was overjoyed.
The day of birthing was a hard one for him, though. Solemnheart gave birth at night, when no cat expected it and so Shadowthunder, who had been having trouble sleeping and noticed his mate, had to wake the medicine cat. Solemnheart, with forlorn eyes, died shortly after birth. Her kits, one tom and one she-cat, had been stillborn. Shadowthunder had taken a great and heavy blow. Not only had his mate died, but his kits too had been snatched away by the claws of death.
One sentence was spoken from Shadowthunder at the burial service. At the time, his voice was hushed and croaked from tears that had been shed and those threatening to appear.
"History likes to repeat itself, huh?"
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
(This is from another site. I'm feeling lazy.)
Spinning, the world was spiraling around him. A body was dragged into camp, its yellow-orange fur painfully familiar and its once bright emerald eyes were dull and fogged over, the life completely drained from them. Sombercry went completely stiff, his mouth drying. It was Howlingwind, all right. At that moment the leader's voice rung out to the clan, stating what had happened and when the burial would be, but Sombercry wasn't listening. All he could do was stare and hold back the tears that threatened to come forth. How could this happen? Howlingwind seemed so invincible! How could one fight have taken it all away from him? Another cat, one Sombercry knew to be Howlingwind's mate, padded up to him.
"It's O.k. to cry." She said, giving him a saddened smile.
"I don't want to." Sombercry replied, feeling a bit hostile towards the she-cat.
"He'll watch over us from StarClan." She continued.
"Pffth." Sombercry kept his eyes on the ground, "There's no life after death. Once we're gone, we're gone for good."
He didn't look back at the she-catas he padded away, but he guessed that she'd have been looking a bit more forlorn than before. That was the truth, though, and nothing would change it.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Spring
Shadowthunder
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
RiverClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
34 Moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Shadowthunder most resembles that of a raccoon. His fluffy tail is ringed with black stripes and black rings circle both eyes. Shadowthunder's ears are adequately rounded and black as well. The rest of his fur is a sunburned brown. His coat has always been long and fluffy, and he likes to keep it neat, but not only is his coat big, but he himself. Shadowthunder has an odd size, looking a significant amount larger than other cats. However, he is a pitiful fighter and hunter. Shadowthunder specializes in sneaking and creeping. His eyes are a sun-baked color that doesn't have any particular shine them. His muzzle is a bit longer than most, furthering the raccoon look. While his appearance may seem intimidating, it is not made for battles.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
N/A
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Shadowthunder is a bit of an oddball. While he isn't a happy-go-lucky maniac, he isn't that dark, evil, lonely creep who you only hear speak every few moons. He seems to be loyal to the clan and has a friendly attitude towards most of his clan mates, but a quiet side is still present in him. This tom has a mild humor, tending to chuckle more often than actually laugh. He is cool and collected through most things, though, if something were to stir up bad memories he could become depressed or withdrawn. One thing that really surprises other cats is that Shadowthunder is a pacifist. He hates fighting and will preferably keep the peace if possible. This cat works as a fine negotiator and can read feeling fairly well.
Shadowthunder is accepting of most cats, but doesn't immediately trust cats outside of LakeClan. He is strictly silent at Gatherings and is wary when patrolling borders. Shadowthunder also always seems to be thinking and is never caught with a completely aware look. Sometimes one can be talking directly to him and not get a word through.
[glow=green,2,300]Origin:[/glow]
Shadowthunder grew up as a loner with his exiled parents of ShadowClan and ThunderClan, loving his father and sister very much. His mother on the other hand, was never a close tie with him. For the first four moons of his life, Shadowkit was taught by his father, Scaledheart, and learned a lot on how to survive on his own before reaching even apprentice level. Lilysong, his mother, was fiercely protective of Scaledheart, that is, until he died. Shadowkit's father died when a monster on Thunderpath hit him. After that, nothing was the same. Lilysong became furious with her dead mate, forcing herself to believe that he had left her behind. She took out her rage on Shadowkit's sister, who, at the time, was dubbed Rubbishkit. This was because Rubbishkit looked much like her father, while Shadowkit resembled Lilysong and was usually just ignored. After a few weeks, Lilysong grew tired of her kits, the signs of her past love, and abandoned them in the old barn they called home.
Soon, Rubbishkit found the border of WindClan when they were out exploring. She instantly wanted to join, while Shadowkit was reluctant. He refused to join the clan, so Rubbishkit went without him. That was the last time he saw her. For the next five moons or so, Shadowkit roamed about the unclaimed territories around the clans, learning more and more about survival and life each day. He did get into numerous fights with other loners and rogues, but none serious. One day, when he was about nineteen moons or so, Shadowthunder came upon RiverClan's border mistakenly, also running into a certain she-cat named Solemnheart. He talked with her, despite his normal reaction to strange cats, and, to his surprise, she talked back without suspicion. She didn't seem to care that he was a loner, in fact, she didn't ask him anything about who he was at all. So, the next day, Shadowthunder returned to the spot, hoping to see the she-cat again, which he did.
After a while, the two cats became fonder and fonder of each other until finally Shadowthunder joined RiverClan, wanting nothing more than to spend his life with Solemnheart. The clan somewhat accepted him and he was happy. A few moons later, Solemnheart announced that she was expecting kits. Shadowthunder was overjoyed.
The day of birthing was a hard one for him, though. Solemnheart gave birth at night, when no cat expected it and so Shadowthunder, who had been having trouble sleeping and noticed his mate, had to wake the medicine cat. Solemnheart, with forlorn eyes, died shortly after birth. Her kits, one tom and one she-cat, had been stillborn. Shadowthunder had taken a great and heavy blow. Not only had his mate died, but his kits too had been snatched away by the claws of death.
One sentence was spoken from Shadowthunder at the burial service. At the time, his voice was hushed and croaked from tears that had been shed and those threatening to appear.
"History likes to repeat itself, huh?"
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
(This is from another site. I'm feeling lazy.)
Spinning, the world was spiraling around him. A body was dragged into camp, its yellow-orange fur painfully familiar and its once bright emerald eyes were dull and fogged over, the life completely drained from them. Sombercry went completely stiff, his mouth drying. It was Howlingwind, all right. At that moment the leader's voice rung out to the clan, stating what had happened and when the burial would be, but Sombercry wasn't listening. All he could do was stare and hold back the tears that threatened to come forth. How could this happen? Howlingwind seemed so invincible! How could one fight have taken it all away from him? Another cat, one Sombercry knew to be Howlingwind's mate, padded up to him.
"It's O.k. to cry." She said, giving him a saddened smile.
"I don't want to." Sombercry replied, feeling a bit hostile towards the she-cat.
"He'll watch over us from StarClan." She continued.
"Pffth." Sombercry kept his eyes on the ground, "There's no life after death. Once we're gone, we're gone for good."
He didn't look back at the she-catas he padded away, but he guessed that she'd have been looking a bit more forlorn than before. That was the truth, though, and nothing would change it.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Spring
