Post by Froststar on Oct 14, 2006 16:32:28 GMT -5
Name Darkpaw
Gender Male
Age 7 moons
Clan Starclan
Position Apprentice
Kin None
Description
Darkpaw has a light tinge of black to his murky grey coat. These tinges are mainly concentrated around his eyes and thin out as you go down his coat. His jade eyes are forever sparkling with life and have frequently been described as a mirror into another world, a world of laughter and a world of fun. Many cats after looking at his eyes feel disappointed with the world they are in. There is a small nick in one of his ears from an incident when he was younger. His nose pokes out from his thick fur and is almost a perfect triangle (with curves of course). Overall Darkpaw’s best feature however is his tail that almost has a life of it’s own.
Short Description A small apprentice with a black pelt and jade eyes
Personality Darkpaw’s mother was in a state of serious depression when she had him and she begged the current leader to let her choose his name as a last favour (she later died). Because of this, Darkpaw has been stuck with a name that is contradictory to his cheerful demeanour. He was first to wake up in the apprentice’s den every morning so he could go outside, smell the sweet forest air and stare at the sky. However even when he is a bit to loud with his praises of the forest, of StarClan and of the earth, most cats couldn’t bring themselves to growl at him such an epitome of joy he was. When he died SunClan had a long grieving process as their icon of light had gone forever, to join the ranks of StarClan. Even in death though he has not given up and he still loves life or death (couldn’t think of the right word!).
History Darkpaw’s mother, Shadecoat had lost her mate to the rogues prior to Darkpaw’s birth. As she died shortly after Darkpaw was born, it made him an orphan. He made the best of being a kit and never grieved for not having any parents because of two reasons. 1 all the clan were his parents and 2 he’d never known any different. From a young age he showed a great sense of humour and he cherished life. When he became an apprentice all the warriors were squabbling about who would be his mentor. Eventually the leader chose one, Rabbitfur. Rabbitfur and Darkpaw became great friends and Darkpaw proved to be a fast learner and showed great promise of being a fantastic warrior. However a month into his apprenticeship, disaster struck! The clan was out at a gathering and Darkpaw who had a cold had to stay back. Not expecting any trouble the clan only left behind one apprentice (Darkpaw), six kits and two queens. In short (as I’ll explain this in my I.C. later) the rogues attacked and one of the queens hustled the kits away to Fourtrees to bring back help. The other queen and Darkpaw were left fighting ten rogues. The queen was knocked unconscious and Darkpaw was surrounded and killed. After this, realising the other queen and the kits were well out of their reach now, the rogues scampered.
I.C 1
“No! We’re losing her,” the medicine cat Greycoat yelped. The labour wasn’t going right Shadecoat had already given birth to the small kit, but she had lost too much blood. Greycoat’s apprentice Emeraldpaw was frantically licking the kit. Outside the den the rest of the clan were milling around anxiously. “Bring… Lionstar,” Shadecoat panted, every word was a struggle “Must..tell.. something.” Realising that Emeraldpaw was preoccupied with the kit, Greycoat knew that he would have to leave Shadecoat to fulfil her wishes. He bounded outside. Seeing a queen, Shortpelt he begged her to go and lick the kit so that Emeraldpaw could help him. Skidding into Lionstar’s den he gasped “Shadecoat now, wants to talk,” ignoring the look on his leader’s face he raced back to his patient, closely followed by Lionstar. Looking a the glazed look of her eyes, Greycoat knew that she would be lucky to have five more minutes in this world. “Lionstar… call … him ..Darkclaw…after...father..” Her exhausted body gave one last tremor and was still. Greycoat looked away, she was gone, the one cat that he had always loved. It wasn’t her fault that she had fallen in love with the wrong cat. A cat who never cared about anyone but himself… and her, he would have eradicated all the clancats in the forest if his own minions hadn’t killed him first. Lionstar shook his head “such a waste, such a waste.”
IC 2
Darkpaw bounced through the forest. Lifting his head he smelt the sweet New-leaf scent. “Darkpaw! Slow down, not all cats are as young as you!” Darkpaw looked around and smiled his mentor Rabbitfur was following him, trying to look stern but he couldn’t conceal the grin on his face. “Sorry Rabbitfur, but I’ve never seen New-leaf before.” “It isn’t that great,” Rabbitfur shrugged, “go on catch some prey.” Darkpaw leapt off.
Straining his ears he could hear the sound of a mouse just up ahead. His mouth watered. He crouched ready to spring and pounced! He killed the mouse with one blow and despite all his instincts he buried it. Even in New-leaf where there was plenty of prey to go around the Clan must be fed before any one individual, even Lionstar in the winter had gone hungry, so that the queens .that were nursing kits could eat. He felt a great loyalty to his clan, he couldn’t wait until he became a warrior so that he could help them to his full potential...
IC 3
With a feeling of sadness Darkpaw watched his clan leave to go to the gathering. He couldn’t believe that this dratted cold had stopped him going to his first gathering. Looking around at the rest of the cats left he noted that there was only 9 cats including him, 2 queens and 6 kits. The clan was barely defended! “I’ll keep watch,” he told Dawnflower and Whitefur. Settling himself down near the edge of the clearing he watched the other 8 cats go into the nursery. An hour passed…
Hearing voices far away in the forest he sprung up. The clan had returned! Then he listened to the tone and froze, an attack! He sprinted into the nursery “we’re about to be attacked!” he yelped. Dawnflower husutled the kits out of the back of the nursery “I’ll get the clan,” she called over her shoulder. “Come on Whitefur,” Darkpaw ran out of the nursery and skidded. The enemy had arrived! Darkpaw had seen clancats before, though not in any great number, but he automatically realised these were no clancats, these two cats were rogues! He gulped, clancats wouldn’t kill if they could help it, but he’d heard rogues had no scruples. Overcoming his fear he leapt at the nearest rogue, a big, burly tabby tom with a torn ear. Realising that he hadn’t jumped far enough he fell to the ground and rolled onto his stomach. Looking up he saw a great paw come towards him and he knew no more. He blinked, clearly the rogues had forgotten him, they were all standing over the body of Whitefur. His eyes turned red with rage, she hadn’t done any harm to anyone, ever. He cannoned into the tabby tom again and the force of his attack knocked it over. He clawed it’s flank repeatedly his anger making him oblivious to all pain. The other cat shoved him off and turned him onto his back. “Where are the kits?” it hissed. “They’ve gone, you’ll never find them,” he spat into its eye. “Never mind, you’ll do,” the paw sliced down…
Codeword NI!
Gender Male
Age 7 moons
Clan Starclan
Position Apprentice
Kin None
Description
Darkpaw has a light tinge of black to his murky grey coat. These tinges are mainly concentrated around his eyes and thin out as you go down his coat. His jade eyes are forever sparkling with life and have frequently been described as a mirror into another world, a world of laughter and a world of fun. Many cats after looking at his eyes feel disappointed with the world they are in. There is a small nick in one of his ears from an incident when he was younger. His nose pokes out from his thick fur and is almost a perfect triangle (with curves of course). Overall Darkpaw’s best feature however is his tail that almost has a life of it’s own.
Short Description A small apprentice with a black pelt and jade eyes
Personality Darkpaw’s mother was in a state of serious depression when she had him and she begged the current leader to let her choose his name as a last favour (she later died). Because of this, Darkpaw has been stuck with a name that is contradictory to his cheerful demeanour. He was first to wake up in the apprentice’s den every morning so he could go outside, smell the sweet forest air and stare at the sky. However even when he is a bit to loud with his praises of the forest, of StarClan and of the earth, most cats couldn’t bring themselves to growl at him such an epitome of joy he was. When he died SunClan had a long grieving process as their icon of light had gone forever, to join the ranks of StarClan. Even in death though he has not given up and he still loves life or death (couldn’t think of the right word!).
History Darkpaw’s mother, Shadecoat had lost her mate to the rogues prior to Darkpaw’s birth. As she died shortly after Darkpaw was born, it made him an orphan. He made the best of being a kit and never grieved for not having any parents because of two reasons. 1 all the clan were his parents and 2 he’d never known any different. From a young age he showed a great sense of humour and he cherished life. When he became an apprentice all the warriors were squabbling about who would be his mentor. Eventually the leader chose one, Rabbitfur. Rabbitfur and Darkpaw became great friends and Darkpaw proved to be a fast learner and showed great promise of being a fantastic warrior. However a month into his apprenticeship, disaster struck! The clan was out at a gathering and Darkpaw who had a cold had to stay back. Not expecting any trouble the clan only left behind one apprentice (Darkpaw), six kits and two queens. In short (as I’ll explain this in my I.C. later) the rogues attacked and one of the queens hustled the kits away to Fourtrees to bring back help. The other queen and Darkpaw were left fighting ten rogues. The queen was knocked unconscious and Darkpaw was surrounded and killed. After this, realising the other queen and the kits were well out of their reach now, the rogues scampered.
I.C 1
“No! We’re losing her,” the medicine cat Greycoat yelped. The labour wasn’t going right Shadecoat had already given birth to the small kit, but she had lost too much blood. Greycoat’s apprentice Emeraldpaw was frantically licking the kit. Outside the den the rest of the clan were milling around anxiously. “Bring… Lionstar,” Shadecoat panted, every word was a struggle “Must..tell.. something.” Realising that Emeraldpaw was preoccupied with the kit, Greycoat knew that he would have to leave Shadecoat to fulfil her wishes. He bounded outside. Seeing a queen, Shortpelt he begged her to go and lick the kit so that Emeraldpaw could help him. Skidding into Lionstar’s den he gasped “Shadecoat now, wants to talk,” ignoring the look on his leader’s face he raced back to his patient, closely followed by Lionstar. Looking a the glazed look of her eyes, Greycoat knew that she would be lucky to have five more minutes in this world. “Lionstar… call … him ..Darkclaw…after...father..” Her exhausted body gave one last tremor and was still. Greycoat looked away, she was gone, the one cat that he had always loved. It wasn’t her fault that she had fallen in love with the wrong cat. A cat who never cared about anyone but himself… and her, he would have eradicated all the clancats in the forest if his own minions hadn’t killed him first. Lionstar shook his head “such a waste, such a waste.”
IC 2
Darkpaw bounced through the forest. Lifting his head he smelt the sweet New-leaf scent. “Darkpaw! Slow down, not all cats are as young as you!” Darkpaw looked around and smiled his mentor Rabbitfur was following him, trying to look stern but he couldn’t conceal the grin on his face. “Sorry Rabbitfur, but I’ve never seen New-leaf before.” “It isn’t that great,” Rabbitfur shrugged, “go on catch some prey.” Darkpaw leapt off.
Straining his ears he could hear the sound of a mouse just up ahead. His mouth watered. He crouched ready to spring and pounced! He killed the mouse with one blow and despite all his instincts he buried it. Even in New-leaf where there was plenty of prey to go around the Clan must be fed before any one individual, even Lionstar in the winter had gone hungry, so that the queens .that were nursing kits could eat. He felt a great loyalty to his clan, he couldn’t wait until he became a warrior so that he could help them to his full potential...
IC 3
With a feeling of sadness Darkpaw watched his clan leave to go to the gathering. He couldn’t believe that this dratted cold had stopped him going to his first gathering. Looking around at the rest of the cats left he noted that there was only 9 cats including him, 2 queens and 6 kits. The clan was barely defended! “I’ll keep watch,” he told Dawnflower and Whitefur. Settling himself down near the edge of the clearing he watched the other 8 cats go into the nursery. An hour passed…
Hearing voices far away in the forest he sprung up. The clan had returned! Then he listened to the tone and froze, an attack! He sprinted into the nursery “we’re about to be attacked!” he yelped. Dawnflower husutled the kits out of the back of the nursery “I’ll get the clan,” she called over her shoulder. “Come on Whitefur,” Darkpaw ran out of the nursery and skidded. The enemy had arrived! Darkpaw had seen clancats before, though not in any great number, but he automatically realised these were no clancats, these two cats were rogues! He gulped, clancats wouldn’t kill if they could help it, but he’d heard rogues had no scruples. Overcoming his fear he leapt at the nearest rogue, a big, burly tabby tom with a torn ear. Realising that he hadn’t jumped far enough he fell to the ground and rolled onto his stomach. Looking up he saw a great paw come towards him and he knew no more. He blinked, clearly the rogues had forgotten him, they were all standing over the body of Whitefur. His eyes turned red with rage, she hadn’t done any harm to anyone, ever. He cannoned into the tabby tom again and the force of his attack knocked it over. He clawed it’s flank repeatedly his anger making him oblivious to all pain. The other cat shoved him off and turned him onto his back. “Where are the kits?” it hissed. “They’ve gone, you’ll never find them,” he spat into its eye. “Never mind, you’ll do,” the paw sliced down…
Codeword NI!
