Post by ::Fawn:: on Aug 27, 2008 23:31:54 GMT -5
What a strange thing love is, Ravenwing thought quietly to himself as he padded into the clearing of the ShadowClan camp. You'd never expect it to happen, and then all of a sudden, it does. Unloading a large pile of fresh kill from his jaws, Ravenwing pushed it into the heaping pile with one scrawny black paw. He'd always been extremely thin, almost unhealthy looking, scrawny, lean, and bird like. His face was long and narrow, his eyes a golden yellow, and his whiskers, tattered and neglected. Yes, that word summed up his appearance in general. Neglected. And bird like, it was what he was named for.
Being a loner had led him to develop his own strange hunting skills, such as the method of tree leaping. He'd always liked the trees in the darkest part of the forest, the black forest where Czar lived with his two trainees, Smoke and Shard. His technique was simple, yet deadly. He disguised himself as a bird, it wasn't hard to do in the trees, for he merely looked like the black silhouette of a raven or crow as he perched in the branches. As his prey came by, he would pounce. Ravenwing killed for sport as well as hunger. Unsuspecting Clan warriors were his favorite subjects, for many clan cats had disappeared into the forest and never come back again. It was his love. Death was his love. He longed for it's dark realms, yet also dreaded it. Ravenwing felt he must do death's bidding before passing on into the shadow lands. No StarClan for him, thank you. It was the epitome of darkness that he desired.
ooc;; anyone can post here. he doesn't say much, but when he does, he nearly always has something interesting to say!
Being a loner had led him to develop his own strange hunting skills, such as the method of tree leaping. He'd always liked the trees in the darkest part of the forest, the black forest where Czar lived with his two trainees, Smoke and Shard. His technique was simple, yet deadly. He disguised himself as a bird, it wasn't hard to do in the trees, for he merely looked like the black silhouette of a raven or crow as he perched in the branches. As his prey came by, he would pounce. Ravenwing killed for sport as well as hunger. Unsuspecting Clan warriors were his favorite subjects, for many clan cats had disappeared into the forest and never come back again. It was his love. Death was his love. He longed for it's dark realms, yet also dreaded it. Ravenwing felt he must do death's bidding before passing on into the shadow lands. No StarClan for him, thank you. It was the epitome of darkness that he desired.
ooc;; anyone can post here. he doesn't say much, but when he does, he nearly always has something interesting to say!
