Post by •Hawkeh• on Dec 29, 2008 22:41:01 GMT -5
I am talked about with all, known by many, and envied by few. I am Darkness, the leader of RougeClan, the strongest Clan in the forest. I am a tom of 32 moons, if you would have to ask me.
My pelt is a sleek, pure, midnight black. My eyes are a dark sapphire blue, with only hints of a golden yellow that most say, glitter with all the evil that exists in my soul. My small, but strong paws are pure snow white with black pads. My shoulders are well muscled, and bear the scars of many battles. My ears are chipped in many places, and my right one has a shredded tip. My flanks bear the oldest scars that I can remember. I got them in my first fight as a warrior, the fight that I killed my mentor in. My underbelly is the color of coal, a very dark gray. My tail is the same shade as my underbelly, only a shade lighter. I have a faint mask around my eyes, but it is more a scar than something I was born with. My claws are sharp, and when cleaned properly, they are as silver as the full moon.
I have the darkest heart in my Clan, except maybe Night of No Stars. I have no belief in StarClan whatsoever. I don’t really care for medicine cats, and I thought about killing my last one, but she somehow died before I could kill her. However, I have a slight knowledge for herbs. I rarely show mercy to any cat, not even the youngest elder. I don’t bother Night of No Stars decisions; I think that they are good decisions. I agree with the kit stealing anyway, and can explain it in full. We don’t need queens to be telling their kits about the bad things that have happened, and that I am one to be ignored. We take them just to make sure that they are loyal warriors and won’t retaliate. I highly dislike my siblings, but I don’t mind feeding my sister’s ambition, hoping that someday she will agree with my every decision, and make some agreeable ones to.
I was born in RiverClan with my brother, Brackenkit, and sister, Hawkkit. Our mother was Flameflower (a dark ginger tabby), and I despised her even more than I hated my siblings. Unfortunately, my kithood was nothing more than schemes and plans, nothing important, although my mother did make the mistake of mentioning to me that we were related to the’ great’ Bramblestar of ThunderClan, and Hawkfrost of RiverClan.
When I was apprentice, my mentor was a tabby tom named Toughheart, and let me tell you, he was nothing like his name suggested. He rarely trained me, and was somewhat scatterbrained; always scolding me for going out on patrols that he told me to go out on. Therefore, I mainly just trained with Brackenpaw and his mentor, Falconfur. Not soon after the first Gathering as apprentices, Hawkpaw left for WindClan to be with our father.
When the leader finally made me a warrior, my name was Darkfoot and Brackenpaw was Brackendrop. The next sunrise, Toughheart, Falconfur, Flameflower and I were on a patrol and I attacked the three warriors. Falconfur made a feeble attempt to protect my mother as she escaped; Brackendrop found me with Toughheart and Falcon fur’s bodies, and their blood was on my claws. I was stripped of my Clan name, and from then on, I went by Darkness.
Finally, I had escaped those fools. I set a trap for Flameflower, a rabbit a fox had killed was just sitting there, waiting for its killer to return, but I saw my chance first. I rolled in fox dung (which wasn’t very smart) and I waited for Flameflower, since I knew that she would be on the patrol that would be sent to find the fox, and I killed her.
Not soon after, I met a band of Rouges that was called RougeClan. Nightblood, and his brother, Shadowblood had killed the leader, Blackblood, and the Clan was in turmoil. Nightblood agreed to help me kill my father, and he was killed as well, or at least I thought.
When I was well into my leadership as RougeClan leader, I had a mate, kits, an apprentice (ironically called Night); Nightblood came back, telling me that it was Shadowblood who had died. Then Night of No Stars came, offering me help take control of the Clans, which has happened.
Recently, I have stolen several kits from the other Clans, the most recent being a pair of kits from WindClan. Their mother did not give them up voluntarily, so I had to kill her. When another queen walked in on me making my escape, I had to kill her as well.
My pelt is a sleek, pure, midnight black. My eyes are a dark sapphire blue, with only hints of a golden yellow that most say, glitter with all the evil that exists in my soul. My small, but strong paws are pure snow white with black pads. My shoulders are well muscled, and bear the scars of many battles. My ears are chipped in many places, and my right one has a shredded tip. My flanks bear the oldest scars that I can remember. I got them in my first fight as a warrior, the fight that I killed my mentor in. My underbelly is the color of coal, a very dark gray. My tail is the same shade as my underbelly, only a shade lighter. I have a faint mask around my eyes, but it is more a scar than something I was born with. My claws are sharp, and when cleaned properly, they are as silver as the full moon.
I have the darkest heart in my Clan, except maybe Night of No Stars. I have no belief in StarClan whatsoever. I don’t really care for medicine cats, and I thought about killing my last one, but she somehow died before I could kill her. However, I have a slight knowledge for herbs. I rarely show mercy to any cat, not even the youngest elder. I don’t bother Night of No Stars decisions; I think that they are good decisions. I agree with the kit stealing anyway, and can explain it in full. We don’t need queens to be telling their kits about the bad things that have happened, and that I am one to be ignored. We take them just to make sure that they are loyal warriors and won’t retaliate. I highly dislike my siblings, but I don’t mind feeding my sister’s ambition, hoping that someday she will agree with my every decision, and make some agreeable ones to.
I was born in RiverClan with my brother, Brackenkit, and sister, Hawkkit. Our mother was Flameflower (a dark ginger tabby), and I despised her even more than I hated my siblings. Unfortunately, my kithood was nothing more than schemes and plans, nothing important, although my mother did make the mistake of mentioning to me that we were related to the’ great’ Bramblestar of ThunderClan, and Hawkfrost of RiverClan.
When I was apprentice, my mentor was a tabby tom named Toughheart, and let me tell you, he was nothing like his name suggested. He rarely trained me, and was somewhat scatterbrained; always scolding me for going out on patrols that he told me to go out on. Therefore, I mainly just trained with Brackenpaw and his mentor, Falconfur. Not soon after the first Gathering as apprentices, Hawkpaw left for WindClan to be with our father.
When the leader finally made me a warrior, my name was Darkfoot and Brackenpaw was Brackendrop. The next sunrise, Toughheart, Falconfur, Flameflower and I were on a patrol and I attacked the three warriors. Falconfur made a feeble attempt to protect my mother as she escaped; Brackendrop found me with Toughheart and Falcon fur’s bodies, and their blood was on my claws. I was stripped of my Clan name, and from then on, I went by Darkness.
Finally, I had escaped those fools. I set a trap for Flameflower, a rabbit a fox had killed was just sitting there, waiting for its killer to return, but I saw my chance first. I rolled in fox dung (which wasn’t very smart) and I waited for Flameflower, since I knew that she would be on the patrol that would be sent to find the fox, and I killed her.
Not soon after, I met a band of Rouges that was called RougeClan. Nightblood, and his brother, Shadowblood had killed the leader, Blackblood, and the Clan was in turmoil. Nightblood agreed to help me kill my father, and he was killed as well, or at least I thought.
When I was well into my leadership as RougeClan leader, I had a mate, kits, an apprentice (ironically called Night); Nightblood came back, telling me that it was Shadowblood who had died. Then Night of No Stars came, offering me help take control of the Clans, which has happened.
Recently, I have stolen several kits from the other Clans, the most recent being a pair of kits from WindClan. Their mother did not give them up voluntarily, so I had to kill her. When another queen walked in on me making my escape, I had to kill her as well.