Post by birdsarecooltoo on Mar 2, 2007 16:45:32 GMT -5
Name: Blackberry
Age: 26 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: None
Rank: Rogue
Physical Description: A small black and white she-cat. Her eyes are a luminous yellow. Her shoulder hold a few scars from earlier days.
She looks normal, perhaps a bit smaller than most cats, but wields a deadly secret: Her claws are tipped with deadly deathberry juice. One strong-enough swipe is enough to kill a Leader 2-3 times due to the loss of blood, the pain, and the poison.
Personality: A very cold-hearted cat. Her voice holds all the cold of leafbare, but she rarely raises her voice above its usual quiet, cold tone. Her gaze penetrates and is not containing of the smallest glimmer of Starclan. Some say she is kin of Scourge, but she defies all proclamations and leads a quiet yet forceful life. In her home, Twolegplace, she holds a strange sens of power over many cats, although she has no band or group following her. Her weakness, though, proves she is not as strong as she is believed to be: She doesn't, and never will believe in Starclan.
The second most frightening thing about her is that she presents herself kindly and politely, before the opposing cat makes one wrong move.
History: No cat knows how Blackberry came to be, but she has always lived in Twolegplace, where the dirty streets and grimy sidewalks meet. She only ventures into the forest to collect her much-coveted deathberries so she can continue to enforce her claws with them. She has been underestimated by her size many times, and those who have underestimated her have payed the price.
Other: Skilled fighter, but relies on speed and her enforced claws more than anything. May want a mate to help her, but has no desire for kits unless someone else can take care of them. Wouldn't mind an equally cold friend, or any 'followers'.
Has a strangely exquisite knowledge of forest berries.
IC Post: "Halt! What're you doing on our territory, trespasser?" A voice called behind the she-cat. Probably another Clan cat.
"Hello," Blackberry said. The small cat whipped around to face them. "I am sorry for trespassing. But I will leave immediately."
The Clan cat, who was traveling with another by his side, mewed uncertainly, "Very well then. But quick."
Blackberry nodded, but dropped something from her paws. It was purple-green and plump. A berry. "This is why I came. These berries are only found on your territory, and they make you very strong. Would you like one?"
She rolled the berry in front of the Clan cat, who peered at it. "Strong, eh?" He asked. It wasn't red, so it wasn't a deathberry. Reluctantly he gulped it up. It had no taste, but suddenly his throat felt tight. The Warrior collapsed to the ground and writhed violently, spasms racking his body, until he became very still. Dead.
The other Warrior sent up a cry and yowled to the smaller cat, "She-cat witch! What did you do to him?"
That was all it took. The small Blackberry extended her claws. "Nothing that I will do to you, I promise."
And with that she leaped at him, and her claws dug deep into his shoulder fur. He pulled back in time, and only a small trickle of blood came from his wound. But just then he too crumpled to the ground, releasing a violent caterwaul of fury and terror. The poison from Blackberry's claws had killed him, not the wound.
Age: 26 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: None
Rank: Rogue
Physical Description: A small black and white she-cat. Her eyes are a luminous yellow. Her shoulder hold a few scars from earlier days.
She looks normal, perhaps a bit smaller than most cats, but wields a deadly secret: Her claws are tipped with deadly deathberry juice. One strong-enough swipe is enough to kill a Leader 2-3 times due to the loss of blood, the pain, and the poison.
Personality: A very cold-hearted cat. Her voice holds all the cold of leafbare, but she rarely raises her voice above its usual quiet, cold tone. Her gaze penetrates and is not containing of the smallest glimmer of Starclan. Some say she is kin of Scourge, but she defies all proclamations and leads a quiet yet forceful life. In her home, Twolegplace, she holds a strange sens of power over many cats, although she has no band or group following her. Her weakness, though, proves she is not as strong as she is believed to be: She doesn't, and never will believe in Starclan.
The second most frightening thing about her is that she presents herself kindly and politely, before the opposing cat makes one wrong move.
History: No cat knows how Blackberry came to be, but she has always lived in Twolegplace, where the dirty streets and grimy sidewalks meet. She only ventures into the forest to collect her much-coveted deathberries so she can continue to enforce her claws with them. She has been underestimated by her size many times, and those who have underestimated her have payed the price.
Other: Skilled fighter, but relies on speed and her enforced claws more than anything. May want a mate to help her, but has no desire for kits unless someone else can take care of them. Wouldn't mind an equally cold friend, or any 'followers'.
Has a strangely exquisite knowledge of forest berries.
IC Post: "Halt! What're you doing on our territory, trespasser?" A voice called behind the she-cat. Probably another Clan cat.
"Hello," Blackberry said. The small cat whipped around to face them. "I am sorry for trespassing. But I will leave immediately."
The Clan cat, who was traveling with another by his side, mewed uncertainly, "Very well then. But quick."
Blackberry nodded, but dropped something from her paws. It was purple-green and plump. A berry. "This is why I came. These berries are only found on your territory, and they make you very strong. Would you like one?"
She rolled the berry in front of the Clan cat, who peered at it. "Strong, eh?" He asked. It wasn't red, so it wasn't a deathberry. Reluctantly he gulped it up. It had no taste, but suddenly his throat felt tight. The Warrior collapsed to the ground and writhed violently, spasms racking his body, until he became very still. Dead.
The other Warrior sent up a cry and yowled to the smaller cat, "She-cat witch! What did you do to him?"
That was all it took. The small Blackberry extended her claws. "Nothing that I will do to you, I promise."
And with that she leaped at him, and her claws dug deep into his shoulder fur. He pulled back in time, and only a small trickle of blood came from his wound. But just then he too crumpled to the ground, releasing a violent caterwaul of fury and terror. The poison from Blackberry's claws had killed him, not the wound.
