Post by Blood-Aye on Feb 15, 2010 17:57:22 GMT -5
Name[/i]: Stripedshadow
Age[/i]: 18 Moons
Gender[/i]: Tom
Clan[/i]: Loner
Clan Position[/i]: Loner
Physical Description[/i]: Stripedshadow is fairly normally cat color wise. His pelt is a earthy brown as if it was from the ground itself.Across his entire pelt are stripes, common for tabby cats. His are large and he is proud of that fact. His eyes are a dull brown as well. It seems as though everything about this cat would be dull, but that is not the case. His mind is as sharp as a seasoned clan warrior and his claws are as sharp if not sharper. He is not a small cat, his muscles ripple beneath his pelt, showing off the strength in his limbs. The only defining feature on his body would be a large scar that cuts its way from the bottom of his right shoulder blade to the middle of his rib cage. He never talks about this scar, though many cats have asked him about it. The truth about the scar is it was the first time he ever felt anything but fear in his life.
Personality Traits[/i]: Stripedshadow is a cold cat. His eyes reflect this coldness. He dislikes other cats who intrude on his space and he even will maim another cat for even passing through his sight on a bad day.He acts according to the situation and under his own judgment. No cat has managed to persuade him to do anything, though he knows a cat will manage that, and he dislikes the fact. All in all stripedshadow is a very cruel cat in every way but like most cruel cats there is a soft inner core that is hidden beneath the larger and more evil layer, this soft core can not be brought out by force, it has to be coaxed out a act not easily done.
History[/i]: Stripedshadow was born into his world by a very strong she-cat. But she was not strong enough to prevent herself from being raped in the two-leg city by a larger tom. After he was born she cared for him until he was big enough to hunt for himself, he learned that skill all to quick and his mother disappeared into the night, never to be seen again. He learned that in the two-leg city its every cat for himself. He learned to sneak by cats using this to ambush them if they were a danger. He learned to fight and later to kill. The cats who knew him feared him, that is until they decided that they had enough of him. They lured him into a specific alleyway, one of which he was not familiar with. There they let loose a dog, that dog he will never forget and he still has nightmares about it to this day. The dog chased him into alley after alley until he finally reached a dead end. It was here that he turned to the dog who was running towards and hissed in defiance at the mutt. A fight ensued not long though. The dog maimed him with a large gash the rand the length of his lower shoulder blade to the middle of his ribcage. Other small cuts were scattered across his face and back. He managed to scramble away from the dog before it could kill him. But he would have died as well from the large gash if not for a loner that decided to help him. He met this loner in the woods away from the two-leg city and basically fell in front of her. The she-cat called herself Sisco. She nursed his wounds and them was gone one night. He never knew where she went but he was sure that he loved her. From that day he moved on, from forest to forest, and two-leg place to two-leg place until he met up with a clan cat who promptly told him to leave his territory. He hissed at the cat and they had a small scuffle, he left the cat with a torn ear and decided that he would not use any energy fighting. Since then he has lived uncomfortably too close for clan cats to bear. He watched them sometimes when they hunt and on occasion attacks them, he currently resides in the border between Thunderclan and Shadowclan by the thunderpath, there he makes his den in a hole made by a force unknown in the middle of the tree. The den has a warm glow to it when the sun is out and is always comfortable. There he watches and lives , for what? No cat knows.
Code Words[/i]: 3rd bio
Age[/i]: 18 Moons
Gender[/i]: Tom
Clan[/i]: Loner
Clan Position[/i]: Loner
Physical Description[/i]: Stripedshadow is fairly normally cat color wise. His pelt is a earthy brown as if it was from the ground itself.Across his entire pelt are stripes, common for tabby cats. His are large and he is proud of that fact. His eyes are a dull brown as well. It seems as though everything about this cat would be dull, but that is not the case. His mind is as sharp as a seasoned clan warrior and his claws are as sharp if not sharper. He is not a small cat, his muscles ripple beneath his pelt, showing off the strength in his limbs. The only defining feature on his body would be a large scar that cuts its way from the bottom of his right shoulder blade to the middle of his rib cage. He never talks about this scar, though many cats have asked him about it. The truth about the scar is it was the first time he ever felt anything but fear in his life.
Personality Traits[/i]: Stripedshadow is a cold cat. His eyes reflect this coldness. He dislikes other cats who intrude on his space and he even will maim another cat for even passing through his sight on a bad day.He acts according to the situation and under his own judgment. No cat has managed to persuade him to do anything, though he knows a cat will manage that, and he dislikes the fact. All in all stripedshadow is a very cruel cat in every way but like most cruel cats there is a soft inner core that is hidden beneath the larger and more evil layer, this soft core can not be brought out by force, it has to be coaxed out a act not easily done.
History[/i]: Stripedshadow was born into his world by a very strong she-cat. But she was not strong enough to prevent herself from being raped in the two-leg city by a larger tom. After he was born she cared for him until he was big enough to hunt for himself, he learned that skill all to quick and his mother disappeared into the night, never to be seen again. He learned that in the two-leg city its every cat for himself. He learned to sneak by cats using this to ambush them if they were a danger. He learned to fight and later to kill. The cats who knew him feared him, that is until they decided that they had enough of him. They lured him into a specific alleyway, one of which he was not familiar with. There they let loose a dog, that dog he will never forget and he still has nightmares about it to this day. The dog chased him into alley after alley until he finally reached a dead end. It was here that he turned to the dog who was running towards and hissed in defiance at the mutt. A fight ensued not long though. The dog maimed him with a large gash the rand the length of his lower shoulder blade to the middle of his ribcage. Other small cuts were scattered across his face and back. He managed to scramble away from the dog before it could kill him. But he would have died as well from the large gash if not for a loner that decided to help him. He met this loner in the woods away from the two-leg city and basically fell in front of her. The she-cat called herself Sisco. She nursed his wounds and them was gone one night. He never knew where she went but he was sure that he loved her. From that day he moved on, from forest to forest, and two-leg place to two-leg place until he met up with a clan cat who promptly told him to leave his territory. He hissed at the cat and they had a small scuffle, he left the cat with a torn ear and decided that he would not use any energy fighting. Since then he has lived uncomfortably too close for clan cats to bear. He watched them sometimes when they hunt and on occasion attacks them, he currently resides in the border between Thunderclan and Shadowclan by the thunderpath, there he makes his den in a hole made by a force unknown in the middle of the tree. The den has a warm glow to it when the sun is out and is always comfortable. There he watches and lives , for what? No cat knows.
Code Words[/i]: 3rd bio
