Post by Torn on May 8, 2008 13:05:57 GMT -8
Name: Darkslash
Age: 30 moons old.
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Echoclan
Apprentice: N/A. (He hopes for one though)
Appearance: This tom is a huge, threatening figure, not one you'd like to meet alone on a dark night. His long, dark tabby pelt covers his hard, bulging muscles.
Darkslash's eyes are a deep topaz hue, showing the mistrust and hate underneath.
Voice: His voice is harsh and deep, a threatening sound if it came to your audits.
Battle: Darkslash is an amazingly powerful cat. His fighting techniques are clever and more often than not, trick his opponent so he can finish them off with his brute strength.
Personality: A dark feeling comes across when you meet Darkslash. Hes a savage and fierce cat, always prepared to fight off intruders. Despite his open agression, hes a pure loyal warrior and would fight to the death for any member of his Clan. Hes also very ambitous, and that makes him one of the hardest working cats in the forest.
Towards his Clan mates, he comes out as a strict, strong and dedicated warrior. Hes courteous to the other warriors and respectful to the cats in a rank above him, although he doesn't like kits much.
History: Darkslash was born in a litter of two, him and his brother Longkit, to a female named Riptail. She was a good mother to them both, but his brother was too adventurous. Killed by a fox, Whitekit had alway's been his mother's favourite. Riptail was so upset about his death, she slowly got sicker and sicker, then died in leaf-bare when black-cough took her.
Dark-kit didn't really understand what was happening when he was taken to grow up in another litter, but he hated it. This started to grow on him, and he became snappy with the other kits.
He was apprenticed fairly early, to a she-cat that was very patient. Just as well, as he was snappy and moody. But she finally reached the end of her tether and severly told him off and punished him, confining him to camp for half a moon and clearing out all of the dens.
This just made him more resentful of life. Eventually, his father, who'd never payed much attention to him before, took over the training while his mentor was out doing her duties. Darkpaw learnt so much more with his dad teaching him. They trained hard and relentlessly and he quickly overtook the other apprentices with his skills.
Just before he was going to be made an apprentice, there was a huge battle. His father was being attacked by two huge, brawny warriors, so Darkpaw went to help. He fought off the second warrior fairly easily, then attacked the second one. But he was badly injured and couldn't fight hard enough. His father was killed in the battle, and Darkslash always resents himself for not being able to save him.
He was made a warrior after the battle, named Darkslash by the leader, and has worked as hard as he can to try and make up for letting his father be killed.
Family:
Mother: Riptail (StarClan)
Father: Burntfur (StarClan)
Brother: Longkit (StarClan)
SW: Darkpaw sat in the forest, tense. His eyes were narrowed as he gazed through the trees, alert. There was a battle coming, and he didn't want to be left out of the fight. He needed to show how good he really was. Then finally, he might be a warrior.
A faint thump of pawsteps hit his ears. Standing up and looking round, he crouched down defensively in case they came near. Then came his father's earspitting yowl and the sound of fighting erupted. Jumping up, he started to race towards the hissing and snarling sounds.
Skidding to a stop in the clearing where the battle was being fought, he stared round with wide, excited eyes at the scene. Cats fought from all sides, vicously hissing and spitting. He saw his father under two cats, so leapt in to help. Jumping on one of the cats, he dragged him off and jumped at him. The cat saw what he was doing and leapt on top of him. Darkpaw rolled, and they started to wrestle furiously.
What felt like seconds, but was probably ages, the cat kicked him away into the bushes and stood up, bleeding in many places, then spat a final snarl and ran away.
Darkpaw swung round to attack the cat still fighting with his father, but fell down and gasped. He saw trickles of blood running off his legs and shoulders, and there were gashes on his back.
He pushed himself up again, and gritted his teeth. The pain was immense, but he forced himself over to Burntfur and started slashing at the cat's legs, trying to put him off as he fought with his father.
But then he fell down. His entire body was throbbing, on fire. He looked up and tried to launch himself at the atacker, but he couldn't. With a long breath, he slumped onto te floor and watched the two wrestling cats unhappily, trying desparately to help him.
Darkpaw... came his mother's voice Just rest...
He fought the urge to do what she said, but he couldn't. Collasping, he watched as the cat overpowered his injured father, then sent him to the ground and reared up, preparing to kill him. Darkpaw summoned the last scraps of his strength and jumped towards him, but it was too late, the cat ended his father's life like prey.
Fury burning away the weariness, he threw himself at the cat and slashed and slashed at his neck and face. The cat gurgled as Darkpaw made a huge gash in his opponents neck. Eyes widening, he realised what he'd done. Shaking his head, he stepped back shakily. He couldn't have, could he? No... His father had just been killed by a cat. A cat like him... In disbelief, he dragged himself over to his father and lay down next to the brown fur. A croaky voice came from next to him, and Darkpaw jumped as he realised he was still alive.
"Darkpaw... I'm proud of you. You fought well, Dirtstar's bound to make you a warrior now." Darkpaw couldn't believe it. He was proud of him? Did he know what he'd just done?
"I just killed that cat, Burntfur. I didn't mean to, I..."
But his father shook his head then flopped it down. "You'll be a great warrior." He rasped, one last time, then closed his eyes and took the last breath of his life and lay still. Numbly, Darkpaw lowered his head and licked Burntfur's pelt sadly.
This is it, I'm alone. I have no family now. Its my Clan that I live for.
Other:Um... eeerr. He'd like to be leader?
