Post by thunderstorm on Dec 13, 2008 16:19:39 GMT -8
N a m e: Battleheart
G e n d e r: tom
A g e: 34 Moons
C l a n: OtherClan
R a n k: Warrior
I m a g e: we're on the frontline
F a m i l y: --
M a t e: --
K i t s: --
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: --
C o m p a n i o n:
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Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
A well built tom-cat with a spotted pelt and large ears.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
To be short, Battleheart is a tom built for fighting. He's thickly built with tough legs and sharp claws, lethally sharp. His teeth are just as sharp, if not sharper. His tail is shorter than most cats, the tip having been bitten off in battle. Battleheart's body is covered with many scars in many places.
His eyes are a bright and intelligent green color. Battleheart can lure cats into fights with those eyes, and he loves it. His fur is a bright brown in places, becoming darker brown around his face, paws, and tail. The fur around his paws is darker by only a bit, from many fights.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
A fighter.
He loves the feel of fur ripping beneath his claws, the yowl of a cat in pain, the vision of blood pooling around his paws. It's like a gift to him, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Battleheart starts fights delibiratley, even with his Clan. Controlling it? Ha. He won't avoid a fight. He'll never back down, and he'll never give up. He's viscious, rude, uncaring, and has a heart cold as ice. Battleheart lives for the battles, and it is in his heart.
With all these bad points, it seems like he doesn't have any good. He does. Just locked away, because of what happened long ago. Battleheart loved, he loved a cat that he shouldn't have. He was her mentor, and it was after her vigil when he asked to be her mate. She accepted, but did it with a laughing matter. See, she had been seeing another cat, one she had already been mates with, and when Battleheart found out, he killed her. He did it in secret and made it look like foxes had done it. He used to love, and he used to be good. But his heart was broken, and so his good was locked away.
H i s t o r y:
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O v e r a l l:
An OtherClan tom cat who absolutley loves battling. His fur is a chocolatey brown and black spotted, with darker areas around his paws, tail, and face. His eyes are light green.
S a m p l e:
(With my tribe leader, Shadowteller.)
The black cat walked slowly across the mountain range, pawsteps moving slowly over the ground, often being set down and pulled up a few times before moving on. The cat's fur was darker than the darkest night, and the only thing visible on his face were the piercing orange eyes, blankly looking forward, no emotion showing in his face. It was a tom, if one had bothered to smell closely enough. He was also a tribe cat, and one that had a peculiar smell, nearly the same of a Clan Leader. He was moving slowly before he heard Minnow's angry spit. Ears swiveled, afraid it might be something dangerous. After a minute, The tom relaxed before he moved closer. Blind eyes looked over her as if he could see, nose probing her gently to see what she had been so upset about.
"Greetings, Minnow. What has happened?" He whispered quietly, voice slowly trying to make itself a little louder. The young tom flicked his tail, head turning to the side as he tried his best to look curious. Being blind, Shadowteller had never really seen many faces, besides his last view of the rabbit that had blinded him. Really, his face now looked like he had smelled something horrible and wanted to leave. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. The tom's face looked toward the she-cat, slowly moving closer to stand beside her. "Not every hunter needs to return with prey to be considered great." Shadowteller meowed, a mysterious sound in his voice.
C o d e . P h r a s e: starlit sorrows[/font]
