Post by Deathfeather on Jan 1, 2008 20:11:36 GMT -5
Name: Deathfeather
Age (in moons): 26 moons
Clan: Ghostclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Appearance: Deathfeather is a starved looking tom, his ribs are slightly visible and his legs and shoulders are very bony in appearance. His body is tainted with scars, big and small. The most notable lie upon his shoulders and haunches, one scar has an odd blackened color to it as well. That scar in particular, is a very odd one; it never fully healed and is still somewhat of an open wound. This cat has a light cream colored base-coat, and on top of this lies a coating of leopard-like orange spots. Deathfeather has extremely long and sharp claws that have a black vein running through them, rather than the normal pink vein. His eyes are a light gray that seem to hold a concentrated spot of evil in their depths. If anyone were to look into them directly, they'd be frightened, no doubt about it.
Personality: Always ready to kill, Deathfeather is. Deathfeather is of the normal 'I hate the world' personality. He hates other cats, unless they are set on going his way. He'd invade and attack anyone, and he'd kill anycat even a kit if he got a chance. He'll never let anyone get close to his heart and he'll try to stay as distant from everybody as possible. He tries to be alone as much as possible, but when he found out about Ghostclan, he willingly joined. He would do anything to be in a large battle.
History: Deathfeather was in a clan long ago. He used to be a Riverclan cat named Lightpaw, but after his mentor repeatedly beat him up, physically, he ran away. He had been tired of the tyranny that Heavenstar had established anyways. He wandered the Twolegplace north of the Thunderclan's territory, struggling to find food, struggling to live at all. Then he met up with Scourge's descendant, Kill. Kill and Deathfeather teamed up and formed a new clan that would eventually attack the clans again. This siege wasn't nearly as powerful as Bloodclan's years earlier, but their group, Deathclan, managed to severely weaken the forest clans. During the battle Deathfeather had witnessed Kill being mercilessly beaten. Blow after blow landed upon his friend. Deathfeather had flung himself at his friend's assailant, to find that that cat was none other than his sister.
"Lightpaw, you can't do this! I'm your sister! Pick me over your clan, please!" she had mewed. Deathfeather had to pick, his clan or his sister.
"I'm your friend... She was going to kill me! Kill her Deathfeather! Kill her now!" Kill had yowled over the battle noise.
"Deathfeather? Lightpaw, what is this about?"
"Never call me Lightpaw again. I am no longer Lightpaw," he had growled. An urge to kill rushed over him and he sliced at his sister's throat with his claws. She fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. Since then Deathfeather has become a ruthless killer. Killing for fun. Not killing to live, but living to kill.
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Age (in moons): 26 moons
Clan: Ghostclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Appearance: Deathfeather is a starved looking tom, his ribs are slightly visible and his legs and shoulders are very bony in appearance. His body is tainted with scars, big and small. The most notable lie upon his shoulders and haunches, one scar has an odd blackened color to it as well. That scar in particular, is a very odd one; it never fully healed and is still somewhat of an open wound. This cat has a light cream colored base-coat, and on top of this lies a coating of leopard-like orange spots. Deathfeather has extremely long and sharp claws that have a black vein running through them, rather than the normal pink vein. His eyes are a light gray that seem to hold a concentrated spot of evil in their depths. If anyone were to look into them directly, they'd be frightened, no doubt about it.
Personality: Always ready to kill, Deathfeather is. Deathfeather is of the normal 'I hate the world' personality. He hates other cats, unless they are set on going his way. He'd invade and attack anyone, and he'd kill anycat even a kit if he got a chance. He'll never let anyone get close to his heart and he'll try to stay as distant from everybody as possible. He tries to be alone as much as possible, but when he found out about Ghostclan, he willingly joined. He would do anything to be in a large battle.
History: Deathfeather was in a clan long ago. He used to be a Riverclan cat named Lightpaw, but after his mentor repeatedly beat him up, physically, he ran away. He had been tired of the tyranny that Heavenstar had established anyways. He wandered the Twolegplace north of the Thunderclan's territory, struggling to find food, struggling to live at all. Then he met up with Scourge's descendant, Kill. Kill and Deathfeather teamed up and formed a new clan that would eventually attack the clans again. This siege wasn't nearly as powerful as Bloodclan's years earlier, but their group, Deathclan, managed to severely weaken the forest clans. During the battle Deathfeather had witnessed Kill being mercilessly beaten. Blow after blow landed upon his friend. Deathfeather had flung himself at his friend's assailant, to find that that cat was none other than his sister.
"Lightpaw, you can't do this! I'm your sister! Pick me over your clan, please!" she had mewed. Deathfeather had to pick, his clan or his sister.
"I'm your friend... She was going to kill me! Kill her Deathfeather! Kill her now!" Kill had yowled over the battle noise.
"Deathfeather? Lightpaw, what is this about?"
"Never call me Lightpaw again. I am no longer Lightpaw," he had growled. An urge to kill rushed over him and he sliced at his sister's throat with his claws. She fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. Since then Deathfeather has become a ruthless killer. Killing for fun. Not killing to live, but living to kill.
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