Post by rasptail on Apr 17, 2007 16:18:08 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]Oath
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Rougeclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 19 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-Cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] She has a dark black pelt with a rust red shimmer to it, much like blood. Her paws and muzzle are this rust red color and her eyes are a fierce yellow.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow] (( check my siggy ^^ ))
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Oath is quiet, bloodthirsty for lack of a better word, she loves nothing better than to kill and has a wierd tradition of 'bathing' herself in her preys blood. This isn't done with mice and small birds just cats and prey of a similar size. She was born in a twoleg nest, her father and mother were loners that had become twolegs, Oath herself was the only one that survied, her two brothers dieing with in the first few days. She would escape from the house at regular intervals to hang around with the rouges in twolegplace, once sh got herself a set of dogclaws she decided her parents were soft, unlike her, oath, the cat that was feared for her short fuse and love of death. She resented being tied to something so soft so she got rid of her parents, needles to say she didn't stick around to findout the twolegs reaction at seeing the split open bodies of her parents and bloodsoaked floor. Since then she has made her way to Rougeclan and obeys the leaders there, out of respect and trust. She might get thirsty for blood in certain situations but aside from this she is stable, as far as her deathloveing mind goes anyway.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The wind covered the sounds of the cat, its harsh screams caught in the rush and blown away. If you had seen this cat you would understand why it was screaming, it had been split open, along the stomach and the blood spilled out, staining the ground, trickleing downhill to stop as it ran into a pair of dark, bloodstained paws. The cats scrweams died quickly and was replaced by a gurgleing as its eyes glazed over. It still stared in horror to where the black she cat sat, claws of a dog sharpned to deadly points and somehow attached to her own. There was a glint of mlice andeven, contentness in the yellow eyes as she movedforward, the cat died with that last imageon its mind. The she cat however was not done with the fool who had decided the ally was his territory, a feral smile crossed her face and she stepped forward leaning down over the corse and slashing it further, begining her ritual of batheing in the others blood. The other cat who had been watching this from the other end of the ally turned and ran in its horror, within the mintue oath was done and she padded back toward the shelter of a twoletgs backyard to wash the blood from her pelt. It was asdhame really, the cat had put up such a pathetic fight, it had only lasted a few mere moments.
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[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring