Post by shadow on Jun 17, 2010 23:51:16 GMT -5
Shadowstalker of ShadowClan[/center]
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Name;;: Shadowstalker
Age: 32 Moons;;
Gender: Male;;
Clan: ShadowClan;;
Rank: Warrior;;
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Reason For Name: Was named Shadow in his loner life, Stalker was given to him when he joined ShadowClan because of his fighting style.
Previous Names: Shadow
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One Sentence Description: Large, black tom with crystal blue eyes.
Appearance: Shadowstalker is a large, non-bulky tom with bright blue eyes that glow in the darkness. He has a long, jagged scar over his right eye that stretches across his face and end at his cheek and the start of his right ear. He has muscly shoulders and normal-shaped facial structure.
His tail is slightly longer than most cats his age and he has large paws as well. Shadowstalker's jet-black fur covers most of his body features, but underneath he is a strong-looking tom. His longer legs give him a larger height and his color allows him to slink through the shadows.
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Personality: Shadowstalker's personality varies extraordinarily. He's slightly bipolar and his moods can change extremely quickly. Some days he couldn't hurt a fly an other he's filled with hate and wants to slash open everything in sight.
On a normal day, though, his personality can be summed up in one word: dull. He tries to numb out everything and feels like he should close himself off from the world. His true personality only shows out during battle. Shadowstalker is pretty much a straightforward tom; he refuses to sweet talk things and doesn't like to lead cats astray. Sometimes his sanity can be questioned - this only happens when he thinks about his past.
Likes: Fighting, secluding himself, Leaf Bare, hunting, night-time, the moon, shadows, using his mind to solve needless puzzles, coming up with random strategies for later battles...
Dislikes: Bright lights, unsolvable riddles, cats who are hard to read, boring days, heat, being cared about, thinking too much on his past, depression...
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History: Shadowstalker was born a loner with his two parents, Petal and Fang. He lived as a happy kit until the day when his family was trying to cross one of the thunderpaths that stood in their way to get to their den. His mother was sick and she was moving slow and by chance a gruesome monster's feet crushed her to the pavement of the road. Shadowstalker was permanently scarred by this and normally reffers it to everything he does/thinks about.
After that, his father seemed to be acting a little differently as well. Shadowstalker ignored it for as long as he could until one fateful day, his father took him by the scruff and started to carry him through the forest. Fang never said a word throughout this journey; it took a full day and by the looks of it, it only looked as if they were trudging farther and farther into the forest. Whenever Shadowstalker would ask where they were going, he'd get no reply.
The place they wound up was a place that the small kit wouldn't think of. A Clan full of cats... His father and late mother had never told him about a place like this, but he was set in the middle and the loner father went to talk with the leader of the Clan.
This Clan, MoonClan, took him in after that and the father started to walk away. "Dad!" Shadowstalker called out, trying to run after him, his instinct telling him to follow his bloodsake. Fang turned around and snapped at him. The small, black kit jumped back, his blue eyes wide and the father retreated, leaving him with cats he'd never met before.
Shadowstalker grew up here, each day his mind getting more and more tainted with his past that he can't let go of.
IC Example: Shadowstalker's pawsteps were silent as they hit the ground, his blue gaze blank of all emotion that was possible for his heart to even feel anymore. The lives he had taken loomed over him, haunting him with each step, laughing in his ear at the madness eating his brain away into nothing, withering his soul into nonexistance. His ribs were a little visible through his jet-black pelt, just barely being seen in the pale moonlight illuminating off of his form. He looked up at the bright orb in the sky, it's craters able to be viewed with the naked eye. It looked as if it was stuck up there, begging for release of it's heaven-like prison. It looked down upon the Earth, shedding starry tears that blended into the navy of the sky. As the moon would grasp its realm of light, the sun would push up and start the morning, repeating the endless role of life.
The black tom's pelt allowed him to blend into the night-time world, allowing him to slink into the shadows, becoming one with them. As he mended with the darkness, the pads on the bottom of his paws detected the rough, rocky ground of the river bank. He curled his lip at them, simply wishing that they would all die and never be brought back into existance.
I'm not insane... He simply told himself, scared of the real answer and what the world was screaming to him. He didn't want it to be true - no, he refused it to be true.
The world... Has turned it's back on me... That is why I act this way... His mouth curled back up, a smile this time. It stretced ear to ear, blue eyes wide with the insanity clogging his mind and fogging his thoughts over, forcing him to make the wrong decisions.
They left me alone, so they all deserve to die... He took another step forward along the border, his smile not ceasing.
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[/size]Who Are You?
Barbara -- Call me Barbie or Shadow :3
How Did You Find Us?
Lionpelt :D
Other Characters: None at the moment, but they shall come! xD
