Post by faith on Oct 17, 2007 21:19:44 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Risingdestiny
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Windclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Young Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
15 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Risingdestiny is a tom that has a beautifully silky white and ebony brown pelt. His claws, though small, are very sharp and tough and are always kept glistening white just like his needle sharp teeth that he chews sappling bark to keep white. His eyes are blueish green and his left eyes is deformed with his pupil slitted horazontally instead of vertically like a normal cat's.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Risingdestiny is a troubled young warrior who has little faith in himself or others. his loyalty is strong to Windclan for saving him but his loyalty to himself is all but none. He is sometimes withdrawn from the others but at other times can be shyly friendly. He loves to talk of herbs and other such things and strangly likes to swim, run through the forests, feel the wind in his fur, and stay out in the dark. He seems like he has the traits of everyclan as if he were of all of them and he almost is.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
Family Past:
Risingdestiny's father was of Thunderclan while his mother was of Shadowclan. When he was born he became part of Shadowclan along with his only sibling, Sorrowkit, a cute grey tabby she-kit with silver eyes.
Kithood:
Shortly after they turned a moon old Risingkit, ment to become Risingmoon, and Sorrowkit, ment to become Sorrowheart, became orphans as their mother had accidently killed their father in a battle near the Thunderpath and had then comitted suicide by stepping out in front of an on coming monster. The kits were entrusted to their mother's best friend in life who had resently had kits of her own.
Apprenticeship:
Risingpaw and his sister proudly became apprentices on the same night both to an evil hearted warrior who's ambitions were many.
One day during their training the warrior told them to follow him and he had led them to a place where he met with a rouge. Sweet hearted Sorrowpaw had instantly tried to run and tell the clan leader but the warrior chased her and killed her before she even got four rabbit hops away. Risingpaw had then attacked the warrior in a heart broken furry at revenge and to his surprise the warrior let him scratch him up a bit before slashing his teeth back at Risingpaw.
the rouge by then was long gone and the evil hearted warrior picked up Sorrowpaw's body and ran hurridly back to camp, wiping his claws in the marshy ground as he went. Risingpaw couldn't keep up and when he reached camp all of Shadowclan seemed to be an angry hornet's nest. To late Risingpaw realized the dark warriors plan on latting Risingpaw scratch him up, for the warriors fur was almost the exact same shade as Sorrowkit's and Risingkit hadn't wiped the warriors fur from his claws yet.
Shadowclan had chased him out of the territory the second they had seen his bloody paws. Risingpaw had wandered helplessly into a Windclan patrol and had cowerd before the feirce warriors begging them not to hurt him. Scince he was only 7 moons old one of the former queens took pitty on him and brought him back to the camp. He had soon been accepted into the clan after he had told his story.
Warriorhood:
5 moons later he became a Windclan Warrior, given the name Risingdestiny for how aweful his destiny had been until now in hopes that his name might change his fate for the better. So far it seems to have worked.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Risingpaw ran after the shrinking traitor who would obviously reach the camp before him. Panting he finally reached the camp his fur and paws still soaked in the now cold and sticky blood of the traitor. He still didn't understand why his mentor had let him do that. As he entered through the clan entry he heard the traitor calling out, "There he is! It's Risingpaw! The one who killed his own sister then turned on me! His Own sister and Mentor! He is a traitor just look at the blood on his paws and the grey fur pokking out from his claws! Run him out! Run Him Out!"
A cold realization his Risingpaw as he looked dumbstructed at his mentor's paws. They were soaked in swamp and marsh watery mud, all traces of his treason washed away. Then he looked at his sister's bloody body hot fear running through him. He had forgotten that his mentor's fur was almost identical to her's.
Risingpaw's entire body began to shake as he realized his mistakes now too late as the clan closed in on him. He looked into the eyes of his kin, now full of red hot hate, as hot as the fear and sorrow running through Risingpaw's blood. Scared to near death he did the only thing he could think to do. He turned and ran, the hot, moist breath of his pursurars sticky on his tail fur as he fled his home into the unknown. His paws were soon flying over the hard and steaming thunderpath as a monster nearly ran over his tail. he finally reached the saftey of the grassy moore beyond the thunderpath just to run blindly into his next danger, a furious and vicious Windclan patrol.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Blood
Risingdestiny
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Windclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Young Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
15 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Risingdestiny is a tom that has a beautifully silky white and ebony brown pelt. His claws, though small, are very sharp and tough and are always kept glistening white just like his needle sharp teeth that he chews sappling bark to keep white. His eyes are blueish green and his left eyes is deformed with his pupil slitted horazontally instead of vertically like a normal cat's.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Risingdestiny is a troubled young warrior who has little faith in himself or others. his loyalty is strong to Windclan for saving him but his loyalty to himself is all but none. He is sometimes withdrawn from the others but at other times can be shyly friendly. He loves to talk of herbs and other such things and strangly likes to swim, run through the forests, feel the wind in his fur, and stay out in the dark. He seems like he has the traits of everyclan as if he were of all of them and he almost is.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
Family Past:
Risingdestiny's father was of Thunderclan while his mother was of Shadowclan. When he was born he became part of Shadowclan along with his only sibling, Sorrowkit, a cute grey tabby she-kit with silver eyes.
Kithood:
Shortly after they turned a moon old Risingkit, ment to become Risingmoon, and Sorrowkit, ment to become Sorrowheart, became orphans as their mother had accidently killed their father in a battle near the Thunderpath and had then comitted suicide by stepping out in front of an on coming monster. The kits were entrusted to their mother's best friend in life who had resently had kits of her own.
Apprenticeship:
Risingpaw and his sister proudly became apprentices on the same night both to an evil hearted warrior who's ambitions were many.
One day during their training the warrior told them to follow him and he had led them to a place where he met with a rouge. Sweet hearted Sorrowpaw had instantly tried to run and tell the clan leader but the warrior chased her and killed her before she even got four rabbit hops away. Risingpaw had then attacked the warrior in a heart broken furry at revenge and to his surprise the warrior let him scratch him up a bit before slashing his teeth back at Risingpaw.
the rouge by then was long gone and the evil hearted warrior picked up Sorrowpaw's body and ran hurridly back to camp, wiping his claws in the marshy ground as he went. Risingpaw couldn't keep up and when he reached camp all of Shadowclan seemed to be an angry hornet's nest. To late Risingpaw realized the dark warriors plan on latting Risingpaw scratch him up, for the warriors fur was almost the exact same shade as Sorrowkit's and Risingkit hadn't wiped the warriors fur from his claws yet.
Shadowclan had chased him out of the territory the second they had seen his bloody paws. Risingpaw had wandered helplessly into a Windclan patrol and had cowerd before the feirce warriors begging them not to hurt him. Scince he was only 7 moons old one of the former queens took pitty on him and brought him back to the camp. He had soon been accepted into the clan after he had told his story.
Warriorhood:
5 moons later he became a Windclan Warrior, given the name Risingdestiny for how aweful his destiny had been until now in hopes that his name might change his fate for the better. So far it seems to have worked.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Risingpaw ran after the shrinking traitor who would obviously reach the camp before him. Panting he finally reached the camp his fur and paws still soaked in the now cold and sticky blood of the traitor. He still didn't understand why his mentor had let him do that. As he entered through the clan entry he heard the traitor calling out, "There he is! It's Risingpaw! The one who killed his own sister then turned on me! His Own sister and Mentor! He is a traitor just look at the blood on his paws and the grey fur pokking out from his claws! Run him out! Run Him Out!"
A cold realization his Risingpaw as he looked dumbstructed at his mentor's paws. They were soaked in swamp and marsh watery mud, all traces of his treason washed away. Then he looked at his sister's bloody body hot fear running through him. He had forgotten that his mentor's fur was almost identical to her's.
Risingpaw's entire body began to shake as he realized his mistakes now too late as the clan closed in on him. He looked into the eyes of his kin, now full of red hot hate, as hot as the fear and sorrow running through Risingpaw's blood. Scared to near death he did the only thing he could think to do. He turned and ran, the hot, moist breath of his pursurars sticky on his tail fur as he fled his home into the unknown. His paws were soon flying over the hard and steaming thunderpath as a monster nearly ran over his tail. he finally reached the saftey of the grassy moore beyond the thunderpath just to run blindly into his next danger, a furious and vicious Windclan patrol.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Blood
