Post by Clove on Jan 4, 2012 18:58:08 GMT -5
Name:
Bloodyclaws
Gender:
Female
Age:
40 something moons
Affiliation:
Evil, or another way to look at it is 'misguided'
Rank:
Formerly; Warrior, Deputy, Loner
Clan:
Dark Forest; Formerly resided in Ironclan and Cardinalclan
Picture:
i629.photobucket.com/albums/uu11/goldendragon24/Warriors/bloodyclaws.jpg
Description:
coming soon
Personality:
coming soon
History:
Blood. Everywhere. On her, on her family, on the strangers. They had sharp claws and teeth. Being an unusually big kit, she tried to protect them, but failed miserably. In her defense, they were still much larger. Her parents, Sleetclaw, a large white tom with yellow eyes, and Iceheart, a smaller white she-cat with blue eyes, were murdered. They stood no chance. They clawed it into her mind. It was all her fault. She wanted her parents to die. She was going to be a vicious warrior that showed no mercy. She believed them. She knew it was true. A dead cat named Sharpfang came into her dreams and told her so. He was Iceheart's father, who was her mother. Iceheart was from Cardinalclan, and Sleetclaw was from Hopeclan. Iceheart was a traitor, so they had to be killed. She, herself, they spared. She had potential, they said, she could be great.
She began to hate them. She was around 10 Moons when those feelings came. They were nasty creatures, and she didn't want to be around them any longer. She left hastily. She appealed to Ironclan, and they let her join them. She felt a little happy in that clan for the first time in her life. Still, the dark shroud that was her heart didn't change. She trained and became a warrior. She wouldn't let them change her name. It was a symbol of her past. A symbol of who she was. A symbol of what she was destined to become.
At around 18 Moons, she had trained two apprentices, with a third one currently. Her ambitions drew her back to Cardinalclan. Her ancestor Sharpfang never stopped visiting her. She took her apprentice and re-joined the clan that slaughtered her parents. After all, they did spare her. She was unsurprisingly made Deputy a few Moons after her apprentice was made into a warrior. She plotted different ways to kill the Leader and rule the forest.
At 27 Moons her ambitions had ebbed and she dreamed of having kits. No cat in Cardinalclan interested her, however. Although many wanted to be her mate, she turned them down without much thought. Desperate, she eventually took an older tom of 32 Moons named Wickedheart as her mate. He was aloof and complained a lot. They never seemed to stop arguing. Over 6 Moons later, he died when he came across a deadly snake. Their son, Darkpaw, was there too. He also died, despite the Medicine Cat's attempts to save him. Later, their other son Frostpaw disappeared shortly before he could've become a Warrior. Furious with the way the events turned out, she withdrew within herself.
Then, at a gathering, she saw him. He was a confident tom, his name Windfur. He was 32 Moons, only slightly younger than she was, at 35 Moons. He was in Ironclan. She would have conversations with him several times. It didn't take them long to pursue a relationship beyond friends.
She continued to see her new mate, Windfur, in secret for a while. She had two kits, Clawkit and Owlkit. She seemed happier than ever. For once, something had worked out. Unfortunately, it wasn't to stay that way. A few moons after, one of her clanmates found out about her and Windfur and told the leader. They were already at odds with Ironclan. When the two cats went to war, Windfur was murdered in front of his mate's eyes.
Back at camp, her kits were attacked. Clawkit was brutally murdered. She managed to pull them off Owlkit, after his ears were ripped. She murdered the cat and a few other clanmates that had joined in then she fled with her small kit to Ironclan.
She let grief take over, and refused to eat. Cats say Windfur found her heart and took it with him when he was killed.
When Owlkit asked her why she was so miserable, she replied saying she was "Tragically Unfortunate", in her last breath.
Role play sample:
Sharpfang stood before her. She could see two sharp teeth jutting out slightly from his jaws. He wasn't a very bit tom. Actually, he was quite lithe. He was a gray tabby with shining blue eyes. He grins in a way that made a shiver go down her spine.
"Step forward, young one, do not be afraid."
Bloodypaw strode toward the tom and stopped in front of him. They had a stare down for several heartbeats before he spoke again.
"You will feared one day, Bloodypaw. Cats will not be able to mention your name without glancing behind them. You will be the most vicious warrior in the forest, and no cat will be shown mercy!"
Her eyes widened. She glanced around at the tall trees and the fog wrapping itself around them. She didn't know what to say, or even what to think. She tried to speak but it came out to quietly. He told her to speak up.
"Are my parents here?"
She jumped back when he hissed in her face. He spat and clawed the ground. She felt the ground arrive to meet her fast, and she realized he had tackled her. He glared down with hate-filled eyes.
"Those mangy weaklings went to Starclan, where all the cats who didn't amount to anything go!"
Sharpfang stood there. It looked like he was waiting. She pulled herself to her paws and nodded in understanding.
"I was glad when they died. Iceheart was a disappointment. I knew she would be nothing when she was born, small and quiet. Her mother died giving birth. You killed your parents in a way, when you shouted out to the cats in the bushes. They were having trouble finding your location..."
Bloodypaw tuned him out as he continued talking. She stared at the dead leaves. Her clanmates were right. She caused their deaths. Did she regret it? Her father had seemed too condescending, the way he spoke to Iceheart, and her mother had dragged her through the snow just so they could meet. She would never forget the chilly wind, his deep voice, and her claws and she punished Bloodypaw for complaining. Suddenly, other cats were gathering around.
"... and you wanted them dead didn't you? They were mean to you. Sleetclaw would've convinced Iceheart to give you over to his horrible, mouse-brained clan. He would've bossed you around, but you aren't the type of cat who bends to another's will? Iceheart... oh she did live up to her name. She wasn't strong, or fierce, or anything. She was nothing!" He spat again.
Bloodypaw stared at him. Then she looked at all the other, dismal, dark, scarred forms of the other cats. A gladness came over her in a rush that her parents were dead. She wouldn't have it as good if they were around. She realized slowly that Sharpfang must've been Iceheart's father, with the way he spoke. She couldn't imagine the pain he must feel that his only kit failed him, and she failed her clan as well.
"How tragic," The Russetclan leader meowed with a sad shake of his head. The rest of the clan let their agreement be known.
"How unfortunate," The Ironclan Leader added. The rest of the clan mentioned what a horrible loss such a great warrior was, for both clans.
"Oh, and his poor kit!" Some cat from Hopeclan yowled. The cat's clanmates made other comments Bloodypaw could not remember. The leader was frighteningly quiet, staring at his paws. He spoke again, his voice icy cold.
"What kind of cats are Cardinalclan to kill one of their own? What use is it to break the Warrior Code in a far worse way than Iceheart and Sleetclaw did? What a tragically unfortunate even this is indeed, and what a poor, poor kit!"
With that, Hopeclan had left. Bloodypaw ran back to camp, her fur bristled and her mind whirling with confusion.
She remembered the words of the other clans at her first gathering when Hopeclan announced Cardinalclan's slaughter of the "innocent cats that had simply fallen in love".
Other:
Former Mate(s):
Wickedheart - muscular gray tom with blue eyes (Cardinalclan; dark forest)
Windfur - brown tabby tom with blue eyes (Ironclan; Starclan)
Kits:
Frostpaw - gray tabby tom with blue eyes (disappeared)
Darkpaw - dark gray tabby tom with black stripes and blue eyes (dead)
Clawkit - gray tom with yellow eyes (dead)
Owlkit - brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes (living)
Bloodyclaws
Gender:
Female
Age:
40 something moons
Affiliation:
Evil, or another way to look at it is 'misguided'
Rank:
Formerly; Warrior, Deputy, Loner
Clan:
Dark Forest; Formerly resided in Ironclan and Cardinalclan
Picture:
i629.photobucket.com/albums/uu11/goldendragon24/Warriors/bloodyclaws.jpg
Description:
coming soon
Personality:
coming soon
History:
Blood. Everywhere. On her, on her family, on the strangers. They had sharp claws and teeth. Being an unusually big kit, she tried to protect them, but failed miserably. In her defense, they were still much larger. Her parents, Sleetclaw, a large white tom with yellow eyes, and Iceheart, a smaller white she-cat with blue eyes, were murdered. They stood no chance. They clawed it into her mind. It was all her fault. She wanted her parents to die. She was going to be a vicious warrior that showed no mercy. She believed them. She knew it was true. A dead cat named Sharpfang came into her dreams and told her so. He was Iceheart's father, who was her mother. Iceheart was from Cardinalclan, and Sleetclaw was from Hopeclan. Iceheart was a traitor, so they had to be killed. She, herself, they spared. She had potential, they said, she could be great.
She began to hate them. She was around 10 Moons when those feelings came. They were nasty creatures, and she didn't want to be around them any longer. She left hastily. She appealed to Ironclan, and they let her join them. She felt a little happy in that clan for the first time in her life. Still, the dark shroud that was her heart didn't change. She trained and became a warrior. She wouldn't let them change her name. It was a symbol of her past. A symbol of who she was. A symbol of what she was destined to become.
At around 18 Moons, she had trained two apprentices, with a third one currently. Her ambitions drew her back to Cardinalclan. Her ancestor Sharpfang never stopped visiting her. She took her apprentice and re-joined the clan that slaughtered her parents. After all, they did spare her. She was unsurprisingly made Deputy a few Moons after her apprentice was made into a warrior. She plotted different ways to kill the Leader and rule the forest.
At 27 Moons her ambitions had ebbed and she dreamed of having kits. No cat in Cardinalclan interested her, however. Although many wanted to be her mate, she turned them down without much thought. Desperate, she eventually took an older tom of 32 Moons named Wickedheart as her mate. He was aloof and complained a lot. They never seemed to stop arguing. Over 6 Moons later, he died when he came across a deadly snake. Their son, Darkpaw, was there too. He also died, despite the Medicine Cat's attempts to save him. Later, their other son Frostpaw disappeared shortly before he could've become a Warrior. Furious with the way the events turned out, she withdrew within herself.
Then, at a gathering, she saw him. He was a confident tom, his name Windfur. He was 32 Moons, only slightly younger than she was, at 35 Moons. He was in Ironclan. She would have conversations with him several times. It didn't take them long to pursue a relationship beyond friends.
She continued to see her new mate, Windfur, in secret for a while. She had two kits, Clawkit and Owlkit. She seemed happier than ever. For once, something had worked out. Unfortunately, it wasn't to stay that way. A few moons after, one of her clanmates found out about her and Windfur and told the leader. They were already at odds with Ironclan. When the two cats went to war, Windfur was murdered in front of his mate's eyes.
Back at camp, her kits were attacked. Clawkit was brutally murdered. She managed to pull them off Owlkit, after his ears were ripped. She murdered the cat and a few other clanmates that had joined in then she fled with her small kit to Ironclan.
She let grief take over, and refused to eat. Cats say Windfur found her heart and took it with him when he was killed.
When Owlkit asked her why she was so miserable, she replied saying she was "Tragically Unfortunate", in her last breath.
Role play sample:
Sharpfang stood before her. She could see two sharp teeth jutting out slightly from his jaws. He wasn't a very bit tom. Actually, he was quite lithe. He was a gray tabby with shining blue eyes. He grins in a way that made a shiver go down her spine.
"Step forward, young one, do not be afraid."
Bloodypaw strode toward the tom and stopped in front of him. They had a stare down for several heartbeats before he spoke again.
"You will feared one day, Bloodypaw. Cats will not be able to mention your name without glancing behind them. You will be the most vicious warrior in the forest, and no cat will be shown mercy!"
Her eyes widened. She glanced around at the tall trees and the fog wrapping itself around them. She didn't know what to say, or even what to think. She tried to speak but it came out to quietly. He told her to speak up.
"Are my parents here?"
She jumped back when he hissed in her face. He spat and clawed the ground. She felt the ground arrive to meet her fast, and she realized he had tackled her. He glared down with hate-filled eyes.
"Those mangy weaklings went to Starclan, where all the cats who didn't amount to anything go!"
Sharpfang stood there. It looked like he was waiting. She pulled herself to her paws and nodded in understanding.
"I was glad when they died. Iceheart was a disappointment. I knew she would be nothing when she was born, small and quiet. Her mother died giving birth. You killed your parents in a way, when you shouted out to the cats in the bushes. They were having trouble finding your location..."
Bloodypaw tuned him out as he continued talking. She stared at the dead leaves. Her clanmates were right. She caused their deaths. Did she regret it? Her father had seemed too condescending, the way he spoke to Iceheart, and her mother had dragged her through the snow just so they could meet. She would never forget the chilly wind, his deep voice, and her claws and she punished Bloodypaw for complaining. Suddenly, other cats were gathering around.
"... and you wanted them dead didn't you? They were mean to you. Sleetclaw would've convinced Iceheart to give you over to his horrible, mouse-brained clan. He would've bossed you around, but you aren't the type of cat who bends to another's will? Iceheart... oh she did live up to her name. She wasn't strong, or fierce, or anything. She was nothing!" He spat again.
Bloodypaw stared at him. Then she looked at all the other, dismal, dark, scarred forms of the other cats. A gladness came over her in a rush that her parents were dead. She wouldn't have it as good if they were around. She realized slowly that Sharpfang must've been Iceheart's father, with the way he spoke. She couldn't imagine the pain he must feel that his only kit failed him, and she failed her clan as well.
"How tragic," The Russetclan leader meowed with a sad shake of his head. The rest of the clan let their agreement be known.
"How unfortunate," The Ironclan Leader added. The rest of the clan mentioned what a horrible loss such a great warrior was, for both clans.
"Oh, and his poor kit!" Some cat from Hopeclan yowled. The cat's clanmates made other comments Bloodypaw could not remember. The leader was frighteningly quiet, staring at his paws. He spoke again, his voice icy cold.
"What kind of cats are Cardinalclan to kill one of their own? What use is it to break the Warrior Code in a far worse way than Iceheart and Sleetclaw did? What a tragically unfortunate even this is indeed, and what a poor, poor kit!"
With that, Hopeclan had left. Bloodypaw ran back to camp, her fur bristled and her mind whirling with confusion.
She remembered the words of the other clans at her first gathering when Hopeclan announced Cardinalclan's slaughter of the "innocent cats that had simply fallen in love".
Other:
Former Mate(s):
Wickedheart - muscular gray tom with blue eyes (Cardinalclan; dark forest)
Windfur - brown tabby tom with blue eyes (Ironclan; Starclan)
Kits:
Frostpaw - gray tabby tom with blue eyes (disappeared)
Darkpaw - dark gray tabby tom with black stripes and blue eyes (dead)
Clawkit - gray tom with yellow eyes (dead)
Owlkit - brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes (living)