Post by Polaira on Nov 3, 2006 20:10:41 GMT -5
Name: Dragonsoul
Age: 20
Gender: tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: warrior
Physical Description: He is a tom cat of medium height and weight. Although he is all muscle and fury under his pure black coat. There is no hint of white or anything to disrupt his black pelt. His eyes are a disturbing shade of red. Almost, one could say blood red.
Personality: One word that would sum up Dragonsoul's personality would be belligerant. He loves to fight and argue, knowing that he will win most fights by his muscle alone. The feeling that he intimidates many cats, mostly by his eerie red eyes. Dragonsoul is a quiet cat, except when he is fighting. When in a fight the black tom is either hissing or deadly silent. Depending on what kind of show he feels would be best suited for the fight. He loves to pick on other cats, except he usually knows when to stop. Making others suffer, weather physically or mentally is one of his greatest joys.
History: His mother was a clan cat, and so he was born into NightClan. Dragonsoul's father was a rouge who haunted the forest's borders, terrorizing the clan cats. He met with his one and only kit, Dragonsoul in secret and tought him about hurting others. Dragonsoul reveled in it, and began to follow in his footsteps while still staying in his clan. The young tom is to precautious to break away from his clan just yet. When the clans finally decided to get rid of the rouge, Dragonsoul's father, he volunteered to kill the cat.
Other: he has no living family members
IC POST: A well muslced young tom crouched behind the bushes. This was the moment he had been waiting for, a thrill raced through his body like he had never expearienced before. This was more than he had felt when he had finally recieved his warrior name, this was truely what he loved. Although, this was the first time that Dragonsoul was actually going to kill another cat. It was his father. The old rouge had gone too far with the Clan cats and Dragonsoul had volunteered to kill him. It was a break from the tediousness of clan life, and only killing rodents was beginning to bore the black tom cat. "Father, where are you?" He whispered into the chilly morning air. Dragonsoul stopped short, was that breathing he had heard? It sounds as if dear old dad has gone and fallen asleep. Should I kill him now? Nah, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun as letting him know who was carrying out the clans' revenge. Walking over to the sleeping cat, Dragonsould shoved him hard and growled. "Wake up old rouge. Your time has come. I hate to say it, but you've done quite a good job on your son. Time for me to repay you."
Age: 20
Gender: tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: warrior
Physical Description: He is a tom cat of medium height and weight. Although he is all muscle and fury under his pure black coat. There is no hint of white or anything to disrupt his black pelt. His eyes are a disturbing shade of red. Almost, one could say blood red.
Personality: One word that would sum up Dragonsoul's personality would be belligerant. He loves to fight and argue, knowing that he will win most fights by his muscle alone. The feeling that he intimidates many cats, mostly by his eerie red eyes. Dragonsoul is a quiet cat, except when he is fighting. When in a fight the black tom is either hissing or deadly silent. Depending on what kind of show he feels would be best suited for the fight. He loves to pick on other cats, except he usually knows when to stop. Making others suffer, weather physically or mentally is one of his greatest joys.
History: His mother was a clan cat, and so he was born into NightClan. Dragonsoul's father was a rouge who haunted the forest's borders, terrorizing the clan cats. He met with his one and only kit, Dragonsoul in secret and tought him about hurting others. Dragonsoul reveled in it, and began to follow in his footsteps while still staying in his clan. The young tom is to precautious to break away from his clan just yet. When the clans finally decided to get rid of the rouge, Dragonsoul's father, he volunteered to kill the cat.
Other: he has no living family members
IC POST: A well muslced young tom crouched behind the bushes. This was the moment he had been waiting for, a thrill raced through his body like he had never expearienced before. This was more than he had felt when he had finally recieved his warrior name, this was truely what he loved. Although, this was the first time that Dragonsoul was actually going to kill another cat. It was his father. The old rouge had gone too far with the Clan cats and Dragonsoul had volunteered to kill him. It was a break from the tediousness of clan life, and only killing rodents was beginning to bore the black tom cat. "Father, where are you?" He whispered into the chilly morning air. Dragonsoul stopped short, was that breathing he had heard? It sounds as if dear old dad has gone and fallen asleep. Should I kill him now? Nah, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun as letting him know who was carrying out the clans' revenge. Walking over to the sleeping cat, Dragonsould shoved him hard and growled. "Wake up old rouge. Your time has come. I hate to say it, but you've done quite a good job on your son. Time for me to repay you."