Post by Slashy on Jun 20, 2007 11:22:31 GMT -5
Name: Lostlove (Formerly Darknose)
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan/TwilightClan
Rank: Warrior
Pic/Description: Lostlove is a fully black cat, with the exception of the tip of his right forepaw, which is still purely white (except when it's muddy, of course). His deep orbs are the color of the river in the afternoon sunshine, a light, pale emerald with jagged lines of darker grass green and flecks of innocently placed jade. He is long and lithe, and his ribs generally show more often than not, as his eating habits aren't the best there are out there. His pelt was once sleek and shone brilliantly in the sun, but was denounced to a slightly ruffled, dull sheen after the incident.
Personality: As would be expected, Lostlove is a loner within a clan, a lover who can't accept that his mate is gone. He mopes uselessly unless he's dragged out on a patrol, and even then any attempts he makes to do anything are only half-hearted. No one much talks to him, and they certainly avoid him if possible. He believes that he's lost his motive to live, but would never sink to suicide to regain what was stolen all too quickly from him. Soon, when the time comes to make a decision, he will find that having a fresh start in a new place will help him ease his sorrows.
History: What ever happened to the cheery little apprentice who would always trot around camp, his head and tail held precariously high in the air? The little fellow was a bit arrogant, but not in the overly annoying ways like some of the others. He was a great friend, always loyal and never once went back on his word, no matter the circumstances. Yes, Darkpaw was certainly the pride and joy of his litter, no doubt.
His priorities were a bit out of line, yes, He would have rather chased leaves instead of listened to his mentor, or maybe he would have stalked a mouse when he was supposed to be back at camp, but he was a good kit, all the same.
Then he met Brightpaw.
Brightpaw was simply the most attractive she-apprentice in ShadowClan. Many of the toms were fawning over her, but she didn't notice any of them... for her eyes were only for Darkpaw. He was the witty, funny guy who could force a laugh out of even the elders, the stingy old fleabags, and she admired that highly. They spent every free moment together, and even persuaded their mentors to let them train together.
Finally, the day came for their group to become warriors. Everything went smoothly, and Darkpaw came out as Darknose, and Brightpaw as Brightspirit. Still their love never wavered, despite all of the duties that stood in their way.
One brilliant afternoon, Brightspirit and Darknose were taking a stroll around ShadowClan territory, curious to explore every nook and cranny there was. One place they hadn't gone over especially hard was, of course, over the Thunderpath, as they knew it was dangerous to go across and wouldn't unless it was absolutely necessary.
Well, the one time it was, it was lethal.
Yes, the devious duo stuck their noses where they shouldn't have, resulting in an angry fox nipping at their heels. Darknose knew that the demon creature would never follow them across the Thunderpath, and decided to risk streaking across it. Darknose flew across with no problems, but when Brightspirit went... a behemoth monster was charging down the road at unrivaled speed, much too tall for it to see the 'insignificant' creature before it. Darknose could only watch with horror-filled eyes as his one and only love was lost, flattened across the Thunderpath. No one knows how long he had sat beside it, shaking and mournfully yowling for this not to be true, for this to simply be a nightmare. But alas, he never woke up from his horror. Everyone has called him Lostlove ever since, and he doesn't bother protesting anymore.
Other:I wrote this while listening to Perfect World By Simple Plan, quite possibly the most awesomist band I've ever heard.
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan/TwilightClan
Rank: Warrior
Pic/Description: Lostlove is a fully black cat, with the exception of the tip of his right forepaw, which is still purely white (except when it's muddy, of course). His deep orbs are the color of the river in the afternoon sunshine, a light, pale emerald with jagged lines of darker grass green and flecks of innocently placed jade. He is long and lithe, and his ribs generally show more often than not, as his eating habits aren't the best there are out there. His pelt was once sleek and shone brilliantly in the sun, but was denounced to a slightly ruffled, dull sheen after the incident.
Personality: As would be expected, Lostlove is a loner within a clan, a lover who can't accept that his mate is gone. He mopes uselessly unless he's dragged out on a patrol, and even then any attempts he makes to do anything are only half-hearted. No one much talks to him, and they certainly avoid him if possible. He believes that he's lost his motive to live, but would never sink to suicide to regain what was stolen all too quickly from him. Soon, when the time comes to make a decision, he will find that having a fresh start in a new place will help him ease his sorrows.
History: What ever happened to the cheery little apprentice who would always trot around camp, his head and tail held precariously high in the air? The little fellow was a bit arrogant, but not in the overly annoying ways like some of the others. He was a great friend, always loyal and never once went back on his word, no matter the circumstances. Yes, Darkpaw was certainly the pride and joy of his litter, no doubt.
His priorities were a bit out of line, yes, He would have rather chased leaves instead of listened to his mentor, or maybe he would have stalked a mouse when he was supposed to be back at camp, but he was a good kit, all the same.
Then he met Brightpaw.
Brightpaw was simply the most attractive she-apprentice in ShadowClan. Many of the toms were fawning over her, but she didn't notice any of them... for her eyes were only for Darkpaw. He was the witty, funny guy who could force a laugh out of even the elders, the stingy old fleabags, and she admired that highly. They spent every free moment together, and even persuaded their mentors to let them train together.
Finally, the day came for their group to become warriors. Everything went smoothly, and Darkpaw came out as Darknose, and Brightpaw as Brightspirit. Still their love never wavered, despite all of the duties that stood in their way.
One brilliant afternoon, Brightspirit and Darknose were taking a stroll around ShadowClan territory, curious to explore every nook and cranny there was. One place they hadn't gone over especially hard was, of course, over the Thunderpath, as they knew it was dangerous to go across and wouldn't unless it was absolutely necessary.
Well, the one time it was, it was lethal.
Yes, the devious duo stuck their noses where they shouldn't have, resulting in an angry fox nipping at their heels. Darknose knew that the demon creature would never follow them across the Thunderpath, and decided to risk streaking across it. Darknose flew across with no problems, but when Brightspirit went... a behemoth monster was charging down the road at unrivaled speed, much too tall for it to see the 'insignificant' creature before it. Darknose could only watch with horror-filled eyes as his one and only love was lost, flattened across the Thunderpath. No one knows how long he had sat beside it, shaking and mournfully yowling for this not to be true, for this to simply be a nightmare. But alas, he never woke up from his horror. Everyone has called him Lostlove ever since, and he doesn't bother protesting anymore.
Other:I wrote this while listening to Perfect World By Simple Plan, quite possibly the most awesomist band I've ever heard.
I'm sure I have an open kitty, her names Bubblepool 
