Post by -+-S.ilverR.ain-+- on Aug 9, 2008 16:45:13 GMT -5
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Name: Chasmstar
Former: Chasmkit, Chasmpaw, Chasmpelt
Age (in moons): Forty-Eight Moons
Clan: GhostClan
Rank: Leader
Gender: Male
Appearance: Imagine you are in the deepest darkest hole imaginable, what do you see? Nothing, you simply see nothing… you may see the light at the top of the hole you have fallen into, but the darkness that surrounds you seems to suck it in never to be seen. There is nothing that reflects the light, a black abyss. Now that type of darkness is the exact color of this tom’s fur. It is the deepest black. No light reflects off of his pelt, it seems as if his fur sucks the light in. His fur does not shimmer nor shine, but it is soft to the touch. But this does not mean that his appearance is perfect, no it is far from it. There are vertical claw marks down his eyes, from top to bottom. There are four scratches down each eye. The two scratches that are closest to the middle of his face, they end at his top lip, the other two race down to the bottom of his jaw. This is the same on both sides of his face. Chasmstar also has many battle scars around his body, most are unseen because his fur has grown over top of them, hiding any blemishes on his body.
Now his eyes are much like his fur dark chasm’s that seem to swirl on forever, they are a very deep blue almost a black. But there is a slight silver ring around his pupils that stops his eyes from being lost forever like black holes. His eyes resemble the ocean, but deep underneath where all light ceases to filter through… except that one silver light that manages to pierce through the dark blue abyss. But most cats do not look him directly in the eyes. This is could be because of two simple reasons; one is because they feel intimidated and fear to look into his eyes, or two is they are distracted by the scars that are slashed down his face.
Finished with little things like eyes and pelt colour, now we are on to the more important details like body size. This tom is massive compared to normal cats. Well being of the Maine Coon breed it is to be expected. He is one metre in length, and he is almost the height of a small medium sized dog. (that is the largest one found, I researched ^-^) But most cats mistake him for a lynx, because of the tuffs on the ends of his ears. This cat is bulky, brawny muscles can be seen rippling under his semi long fur. He is strong no doubt, but do not let his size fool you. Of course he is not nimble like most smaller cats… but he is swift of paw and of bite and if you can get him on a full blown run, there is no stopping his speed.
Personality: It would seem to most cats that his personality is slightly unpredictable and unstable. At one point in time he may seem extremely polite, letting other outside cats know that he is safe to be around and that there is nothing to fear. He may seem completely reasonable and merciful depending on the situation, he will be kind and gentle and all of his expressions will flow along with it. He will smile gently warmly and his eyes will soften as much as they could under the scars. He may even seem to have a good sense of humour with his fellow warriors. But those are only outwardly emotions, emotions that he uses to get to others, he rarely means any of them unless it is his trusted deputy and warriors… and if he has a mate he will be gentle and kind towards her… but she will see his other side.
His other side seems to spontaneously come out of nowhere at times, bi-polar is the closest thing you could tag on what is going through this male’s head. Yet it is not. It is not another personality, no it is completely who he is underneath; A sadistic, blood thirsty, power hungry beast. He follows the rules of StarClan and the warrior code within his own clan only. It only applies there, but if other clans get involved he will not be merciful, if he wants something he will be sure he gets it… he will try for peaceful initially, but if he is rejected…then other measures must be taken. He will be brutal, he will kill, he will attack when he knows the other clan is weak. He will form alliances with others… and when they least expect it, he will wipe them out.
Within his own clan, he teaches all members of his clan that emotions are weak, but the other cats whom rely on emotions… can use them against them. He teaches his clan to play dirty with outsiders, unless they themselves need members. In order for apprentices to become warriors, they must at least have a heart of a cold blooded killer, one who is willing to sacrifice themselves to the good of the clan, and to be willing to kill on a whim. Kits, kits are the future, so he is careful with them. But he makes sure the queens know to teach them what it means to be a true GhostClan warrior. If a kit is acting weak minded, he himself will interrogate the kit… find out what he/she needs to hate find out their weakness and use it against the kit, to harden the kit up. Kits, they do not play, they have been bred to fight so that is what they must practise. If a kit gets killed when ‘play’ fighting, then they are not worthy of GhostClan.
Elders; they are the story tellers, if they did not have the knowledge of the clan in the past then Chasmstar would have them wiped out. There is no room for the weak in GhostClan. Only the strong must survive.
History: This young tom, knew nothing of clans or warrior codes, nine lives for leaders, nor if a cat dies they go to a ‘better’ place. Yes this male was born from a couple of loners. His mother was a headstrong Maine Coon cat who fell in love with a dark Maine Coon. But after a short amount of time, that tom turned on her and abused her, using her for his own pleasures and to bare strong kits. This went on for months and everyday that went by the she-cat hates him and her hate grew. She was planning on killing him soon, but she was still very much emotionally attached to him, and it hurt and angered her because she did not know why. But one day her ‘mate’ was killed by a black bear… but the bear did not eat him… so she had the pleasure of doing it herself.
But to her great demise she was pregnant; Impregnated with kits with the same blood as her mate’s. She was sickened at the thought of it and was thinking of ridding herself the evils as soon as they were born. But the first two that came out looked exactly like her… but the third… it was male and it had some resemblances to her former mate… the same eyes the same dark pelt. She hated that kit and she treated him as such. She named him Chasm, because of his pelt and that was the name of her former mate. She abused him every minute of the day, nipping, scratching at him, cursing, yelling, calling him worthless. And one day she almost blinded him. He had the guts to glare at her one day, with hate and malice… and that glare reminded her of him. She attacked her five moon old son and tried to scratch his eyes out completely mauling his face.
But being smaller than she, he escaped her grip and ran away. His mother did not chase him, nor did his siblings. He was alone and that is not so good when it came to him thinking. He began to hate the world, but he always wondered what it would be like to have a father… Chasm’kit’ learned out to hunt on his own… but he only caught his prey when there were other loud noises about and the wind was in his favour… never by stealth… only by speed. So for a moon this young male walked, having no real direction, he just needed to go somewhere, and it was pulling him towards others… although he has convinced himself that he hated other cats…
At six moons old now, he was travelling in unfamiliar territory but the stench of other cats was in the air, as well as the stench of blood. The young cat was entranced, and he continued forth towards the scents of others. A large male and female met him at their ‘borders’. The larger tom jumped on Chasm and pinned him there as a large white she-cat stared down at him with a mix of emotions. Chasm saw in her gaze, wonder at his size in being only an ‘apprentice’ in her eyes, as well as anger for him intruding on her terra… but there was… a knowing look in her gaze. It was a mix between contemplative and obvious glee as she stared down at the new member of her clan. Now this ‘clan’ they were not really a clan… seeing as they only had a couple of members including themselves. He was given his apprentice name, Chasmpaw.
His apprenticeship was rough and he gained many scars. His mentor was the cat who had pinned him on the first day of entering. That cat was also a deputy a large tabby male, who was dedicated to this small clan as well as his leader. It was what he lived for, other than battle. He was rough on Chasmpaw, almost killing him a few times in teaching him how to properly fight and hate. The leader of the clan, she took him out on occasion teaching him the ways of StarClan. About clan life. And there were numerous times where she lashed out at him for speaking out of line and spouting blasphemy about this type of life. She also revealed to him, that once they were strong enough and were many in number, they were to attack a territory not too far from here… She told him of the clans that lived there, and the territory that they lived on. She told him as well that GhostClan was going to rule them all. But… not in her life.
Chasmpelt was his warrior name, he was given it when he killed a rogue who threatened to take over. No words were said… once the intruder entered the lands Chasmpelt was there to meet the poor soul. No mercy, and the look on the tom’s face as he killed the cat… was enough to earn him his warrior name. His deputy died, later on… he was old so that made Chasmpelt the new deputy.
But that glorious moment for Chasmpelt soon came to a crashing end. A pack of wild dogs broke through onto the territory and reeked chaos. Many of the few members that were there died. Including the leader and his old mentor. His leader, he found out later was on her last life… It was… devastating. But he quickly got over it, not mourning the death of his leader for he was leader of GhostClan now, he went and earned his nine lives and took the name Chasmstar. So nothing else mattered to the male. He took his very few members and continued the plot to over throw the four clans that lay not too far from GhostClan camp. But more members are needed.
((it was rushed near the end.. but I need critique… What should I put instead, what is the general history of GhostClan? What can I change?))
Picture: www.mainecoon.cz/album/black_maine_coon5.jpg
mainecoonkittens.co.uk/193_9364_copy.jpg
Other:
Speech; is in "Crimson bolded."
Thought; is in 'Crimson italics.'
(Pictures are showing you sizes and what not, wewt Maine Coon’s!)
Name: Chasmstar
Former: Chasmkit, Chasmpaw, Chasmpelt
Age (in moons): Forty-Eight Moons
Clan: GhostClan
Rank: Leader
Gender: Male
Appearance: Imagine you are in the deepest darkest hole imaginable, what do you see? Nothing, you simply see nothing… you may see the light at the top of the hole you have fallen into, but the darkness that surrounds you seems to suck it in never to be seen. There is nothing that reflects the light, a black abyss. Now that type of darkness is the exact color of this tom’s fur. It is the deepest black. No light reflects off of his pelt, it seems as if his fur sucks the light in. His fur does not shimmer nor shine, but it is soft to the touch. But this does not mean that his appearance is perfect, no it is far from it. There are vertical claw marks down his eyes, from top to bottom. There are four scratches down each eye. The two scratches that are closest to the middle of his face, they end at his top lip, the other two race down to the bottom of his jaw. This is the same on both sides of his face. Chasmstar also has many battle scars around his body, most are unseen because his fur has grown over top of them, hiding any blemishes on his body.
Now his eyes are much like his fur dark chasm’s that seem to swirl on forever, they are a very deep blue almost a black. But there is a slight silver ring around his pupils that stops his eyes from being lost forever like black holes. His eyes resemble the ocean, but deep underneath where all light ceases to filter through… except that one silver light that manages to pierce through the dark blue abyss. But most cats do not look him directly in the eyes. This is could be because of two simple reasons; one is because they feel intimidated and fear to look into his eyes, or two is they are distracted by the scars that are slashed down his face.
Finished with little things like eyes and pelt colour, now we are on to the more important details like body size. This tom is massive compared to normal cats. Well being of the Maine Coon breed it is to be expected. He is one metre in length, and he is almost the height of a small medium sized dog. (that is the largest one found, I researched ^-^) But most cats mistake him for a lynx, because of the tuffs on the ends of his ears. This cat is bulky, brawny muscles can be seen rippling under his semi long fur. He is strong no doubt, but do not let his size fool you. Of course he is not nimble like most smaller cats… but he is swift of paw and of bite and if you can get him on a full blown run, there is no stopping his speed.
Personality: It would seem to most cats that his personality is slightly unpredictable and unstable. At one point in time he may seem extremely polite, letting other outside cats know that he is safe to be around and that there is nothing to fear. He may seem completely reasonable and merciful depending on the situation, he will be kind and gentle and all of his expressions will flow along with it. He will smile gently warmly and his eyes will soften as much as they could under the scars. He may even seem to have a good sense of humour with his fellow warriors. But those are only outwardly emotions, emotions that he uses to get to others, he rarely means any of them unless it is his trusted deputy and warriors… and if he has a mate he will be gentle and kind towards her… but she will see his other side.
His other side seems to spontaneously come out of nowhere at times, bi-polar is the closest thing you could tag on what is going through this male’s head. Yet it is not. It is not another personality, no it is completely who he is underneath; A sadistic, blood thirsty, power hungry beast. He follows the rules of StarClan and the warrior code within his own clan only. It only applies there, but if other clans get involved he will not be merciful, if he wants something he will be sure he gets it… he will try for peaceful initially, but if he is rejected…then other measures must be taken. He will be brutal, he will kill, he will attack when he knows the other clan is weak. He will form alliances with others… and when they least expect it, he will wipe them out.
Within his own clan, he teaches all members of his clan that emotions are weak, but the other cats whom rely on emotions… can use them against them. He teaches his clan to play dirty with outsiders, unless they themselves need members. In order for apprentices to become warriors, they must at least have a heart of a cold blooded killer, one who is willing to sacrifice themselves to the good of the clan, and to be willing to kill on a whim. Kits, kits are the future, so he is careful with them. But he makes sure the queens know to teach them what it means to be a true GhostClan warrior. If a kit is acting weak minded, he himself will interrogate the kit… find out what he/she needs to hate find out their weakness and use it against the kit, to harden the kit up. Kits, they do not play, they have been bred to fight so that is what they must practise. If a kit gets killed when ‘play’ fighting, then they are not worthy of GhostClan.
Elders; they are the story tellers, if they did not have the knowledge of the clan in the past then Chasmstar would have them wiped out. There is no room for the weak in GhostClan. Only the strong must survive.
History: This young tom, knew nothing of clans or warrior codes, nine lives for leaders, nor if a cat dies they go to a ‘better’ place. Yes this male was born from a couple of loners. His mother was a headstrong Maine Coon cat who fell in love with a dark Maine Coon. But after a short amount of time, that tom turned on her and abused her, using her for his own pleasures and to bare strong kits. This went on for months and everyday that went by the she-cat hates him and her hate grew. She was planning on killing him soon, but she was still very much emotionally attached to him, and it hurt and angered her because she did not know why. But one day her ‘mate’ was killed by a black bear… but the bear did not eat him… so she had the pleasure of doing it herself.
But to her great demise she was pregnant; Impregnated with kits with the same blood as her mate’s. She was sickened at the thought of it and was thinking of ridding herself the evils as soon as they were born. But the first two that came out looked exactly like her… but the third… it was male and it had some resemblances to her former mate… the same eyes the same dark pelt. She hated that kit and she treated him as such. She named him Chasm, because of his pelt and that was the name of her former mate. She abused him every minute of the day, nipping, scratching at him, cursing, yelling, calling him worthless. And one day she almost blinded him. He had the guts to glare at her one day, with hate and malice… and that glare reminded her of him. She attacked her five moon old son and tried to scratch his eyes out completely mauling his face.
But being smaller than she, he escaped her grip and ran away. His mother did not chase him, nor did his siblings. He was alone and that is not so good when it came to him thinking. He began to hate the world, but he always wondered what it would be like to have a father… Chasm’kit’ learned out to hunt on his own… but he only caught his prey when there were other loud noises about and the wind was in his favour… never by stealth… only by speed. So for a moon this young male walked, having no real direction, he just needed to go somewhere, and it was pulling him towards others… although he has convinced himself that he hated other cats…
At six moons old now, he was travelling in unfamiliar territory but the stench of other cats was in the air, as well as the stench of blood. The young cat was entranced, and he continued forth towards the scents of others. A large male and female met him at their ‘borders’. The larger tom jumped on Chasm and pinned him there as a large white she-cat stared down at him with a mix of emotions. Chasm saw in her gaze, wonder at his size in being only an ‘apprentice’ in her eyes, as well as anger for him intruding on her terra… but there was… a knowing look in her gaze. It was a mix between contemplative and obvious glee as she stared down at the new member of her clan. Now this ‘clan’ they were not really a clan… seeing as they only had a couple of members including themselves. He was given his apprentice name, Chasmpaw.
His apprenticeship was rough and he gained many scars. His mentor was the cat who had pinned him on the first day of entering. That cat was also a deputy a large tabby male, who was dedicated to this small clan as well as his leader. It was what he lived for, other than battle. He was rough on Chasmpaw, almost killing him a few times in teaching him how to properly fight and hate. The leader of the clan, she took him out on occasion teaching him the ways of StarClan. About clan life. And there were numerous times where she lashed out at him for speaking out of line and spouting blasphemy about this type of life. She also revealed to him, that once they were strong enough and were many in number, they were to attack a territory not too far from here… She told him of the clans that lived there, and the territory that they lived on. She told him as well that GhostClan was going to rule them all. But… not in her life.
Chasmpelt was his warrior name, he was given it when he killed a rogue who threatened to take over. No words were said… once the intruder entered the lands Chasmpelt was there to meet the poor soul. No mercy, and the look on the tom’s face as he killed the cat… was enough to earn him his warrior name. His deputy died, later on… he was old so that made Chasmpelt the new deputy.
But that glorious moment for Chasmpelt soon came to a crashing end. A pack of wild dogs broke through onto the territory and reeked chaos. Many of the few members that were there died. Including the leader and his old mentor. His leader, he found out later was on her last life… It was… devastating. But he quickly got over it, not mourning the death of his leader for he was leader of GhostClan now, he went and earned his nine lives and took the name Chasmstar. So nothing else mattered to the male. He took his very few members and continued the plot to over throw the four clans that lay not too far from GhostClan camp. But more members are needed.
((it was rushed near the end.. but I need critique… What should I put instead, what is the general history of GhostClan? What can I change?))
Picture: www.mainecoon.cz/album/black_maine_coon5.jpg
mainecoonkittens.co.uk/193_9364_copy.jpg
Other:
Speech; is in "Crimson bolded."
Thought; is in 'Crimson italics.'
(Pictures are showing you sizes and what not, wewt Maine Coon’s!)
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