Post by spirited on May 29, 2007 11:40:31 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Vengance
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Rouge
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Apprentice
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
7moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
A firey ginger pelt with yellow tones that glow in the moons light. He also has wonderful crystal blue eyes and has a scrany build. He white paws, under belly, and chin. He is rather small for his age.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
Kithood:
Vengance had a rough kithood. His parents were hated by almost all of the rouges for his father had almost become a traitor and his mother was a kitty pet that had fallen in love with his father and joined the rouges only to die giving birth to him and his sister who also died along with his mother. He was raised by another rouge queen who loved to let her kits beat up on him to see that the half of him that was kitty pet was beaten out thoroughly and before he was apprenticed. His father was killed for treachery of having taken a kitty pet as a mate. The only reason Vengance wasn't killed too was because the rouges needed as many warriors as possible. Vengance was named at his apprentice ceromony so for his entire kithood he was known as, 'Kiity scrap'.
Apprenticeship:
So far in his apprenticeship Vengance has been put through two hard trials of fighting a rat and being thrown down a storm drain on the thunderpath. The rouges have found him worthy of training for now and he is sleeping on a soggy newspaper pile near the camp.
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Vengance is a tough and brave young apprentice who only trains with the group to stay alive. He resents anything and everything the rouges do or has to do with them for killing his father and not saving his mother and sister. He even hates his own name, though it fits him for he does want to seek vengance for his only families' death. He doesn't hang around any of the other apprentices and is very quiet and distant in mind from the others. He has heard the stories of the clans whom beleive in starclan and wishes he could believe too. He thinks that for all the torture life is there must be a place all the great cats go to after death.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Vengance ran through a feild of grasses that reached above his head. He scented a mouse and slowed to a stalk crouching down into his hunting position that had always come so naturally for him. Creeping forward he could feel the mouses heart pulsing as fast as a monster roaring down the thunderpath as it vibrated the small creatures body. Just as he was about to pounce the wind changed directions and the mouse shot off but Vengance had already pounced. He swiftly crunched the small creatures neck and the mouse wentlimp his heart stopping a few seconds later. Crouching down Vengance chewed on his catch.
Ever scince he had been weened from his ciragit mother's milk He had been forced to hunt on his own. For the first moon of that it meant going days without food. When He had became an apprentice he had been tought nothing new of hunting accept that 'you won't catch anything that way' or 'stop putting all of your weight on that one paw!'
Shaking these memories from his head Vengance sighed and headed back for his soggy newspapers.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
SPRING
Vengance
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Rouge
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Apprentice
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
7moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
A firey ginger pelt with yellow tones that glow in the moons light. He also has wonderful crystal blue eyes and has a scrany build. He white paws, under belly, and chin. He is rather small for his age.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
Kithood:
Vengance had a rough kithood. His parents were hated by almost all of the rouges for his father had almost become a traitor and his mother was a kitty pet that had fallen in love with his father and joined the rouges only to die giving birth to him and his sister who also died along with his mother. He was raised by another rouge queen who loved to let her kits beat up on him to see that the half of him that was kitty pet was beaten out thoroughly and before he was apprenticed. His father was killed for treachery of having taken a kitty pet as a mate. The only reason Vengance wasn't killed too was because the rouges needed as many warriors as possible. Vengance was named at his apprentice ceromony so for his entire kithood he was known as, 'Kiity scrap'.
Apprenticeship:
So far in his apprenticeship Vengance has been put through two hard trials of fighting a rat and being thrown down a storm drain on the thunderpath. The rouges have found him worthy of training for now and he is sleeping on a soggy newspaper pile near the camp.
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Vengance is a tough and brave young apprentice who only trains with the group to stay alive. He resents anything and everything the rouges do or has to do with them for killing his father and not saving his mother and sister. He even hates his own name, though it fits him for he does want to seek vengance for his only families' death. He doesn't hang around any of the other apprentices and is very quiet and distant in mind from the others. He has heard the stories of the clans whom beleive in starclan and wishes he could believe too. He thinks that for all the torture life is there must be a place all the great cats go to after death.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Vengance ran through a feild of grasses that reached above his head. He scented a mouse and slowed to a stalk crouching down into his hunting position that had always come so naturally for him. Creeping forward he could feel the mouses heart pulsing as fast as a monster roaring down the thunderpath as it vibrated the small creatures body. Just as he was about to pounce the wind changed directions and the mouse shot off but Vengance had already pounced. He swiftly crunched the small creatures neck and the mouse wentlimp his heart stopping a few seconds later. Crouching down Vengance chewed on his catch.
Ever scince he had been weened from his ciragit mother's milk He had been forced to hunt on his own. For the first moon of that it meant going days without food. When He had became an apprentice he had been tought nothing new of hunting accept that 'you won't catch anything that way' or 'stop putting all of your weight on that one paw!'
Shaking these memories from his head Vengance sighed and headed back for his soggy newspapers.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
SPRING
like that one! 
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