Duskstar :: Thunderclan
Apr 28, 2013 16:24:26 GMT -5
Post by Snakey on Apr 28, 2013 16:24:26 GMT -5
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Duskstar
Age:
30 Moons
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Leader
Clan:
Thunderclan
Physical Description:
Tight, rock hard muscles wrap around broad shoulders, the base for a strong, powerful neck and thick, strong front legs, then desend down the tom's spine in a thinning motion, making him look fit, healthy, and not to brawny. Then those same strong muscles wrap around powerful back legs and hind feet, before desending into a long sweeping tail. Fluffy duck colored fur layers this skulpted body, it is of the same palet as the sky just after sunset, not black, but not white, a pacid mixture falling into the very middle of the variation. Dusty white fibers wind around massive paws, and at the base of ones tail, while more clear snow white fur covers ones muzzle and chin, desending into a dusty gray mass of fur on his chest. Whisps of white fur dapple his stomach.
Long, thorn shap black claws are able to slide from powerful paws, eaily helping the agile form with it's blazing amber eyes, the same hue as the most firey sunset, while over sized auds twitch when they pick up sounds that were lest detected by any other. A small black nose accents a handsome, spotless muzzle, and sits squarely between to round eyes, curving up to the tom's to over sized ears.
Long fibers blanket the tom's sweeping tail as he is covered with a thick pelt, his fisique is strong, but his expressions are generally kind, gentle, with an ever present insane glint to his eyes.
Personality:
An air of mystery shrouds tis tom, his persona is one of particular complexity. On the outside this cat looks calm, placid, and most times loving and kind. Gentle with kits, he wearings a soft smile ajacent to the softness of a kittypet basking on ones porch in june. But on the inside this tom seethes with a hunger for power, a flame no one can douse. He twitches internally, voices eating at his phsyce, as he plots the doom of all the clans, watching, waiting, gaining trust so he can ultimately spill their blood over the ground he walks on. Though he never slips with his ruse, when he is alone, he is like an addict without a fix. He'd do anything for just one high, a sip from his beloved stream, or an adders bite.
Though this cat may seem like you best friend, he waits for the day you drop your gaurd, so he can strike.
History:
Duskkit was a kind kit, but shrouded by mystery.
When he was found by a hunting patrol near snake rocks, he was thought to be dead, but apon further inspection, the cats found him alive. No scent but that of fresh milk graced his pelt, so Thunderclan took the tiny kit in. The patrol failed to notice one thing though, the dark colored snake lying dead near the kit, it's jugular peirced by two tiny fangs.
Given his name of "Dusk" for his pelt, he grew never knowing one she-cat as his mother, he quickly relized he was not part of this clan, and even though this should have saddened the young tom, it drove him forward with a burning power that almost consumed him. As Duskpaw, he thrived to prove he was as loyal as any Thunderclan cat, but over the moons of his apperenticeship, he began to wonder if his clan truely trusted him. He became a warrior at the age of 13 moons, oddly old for one so promising.
A moon into his warriorship, Duskpelt was bitten by a dark colored snake, and strangely, he recovered. During his recovery though, he suffered insane delusions which he thought were messages from Starclan. Driven by this new thought, he stole away from his clan, and went to the moonstone on his own.
But he never truely got the the stone, instead he found a small cavern with a stream of black "water" dripping from a crack in the wall. Seeing this as some other sign, he drank frm the stream. It made him sick from just one lap, but the visions came back to his joy. He stayed in this cavern, drinking from the "stream" from time to time.
For 5 moons he stayed in the twisting tunnels of the mountian, His syptoms of paranioa worsened. The "water" in which he drank was poison, but somehow he was less affected then otehr cats would have been. He bean to hear the voices regularaly, they called him Darksnake. Taking this as his new name, he forgot about being Duskpelt the loyal warrior, and focused on being Darksnake, the destroyer.
Throughout the moons with the pitch blackness, his eye sight and hearing improved twofold, no doubt egged on by the mysterious "water".the dust from the caverns floor painted his feet a dusty white.
When he finally desided to return to Thunderclan, he wove an intracit tale of how he had been captured by rogues and forced to stay with them. Then battling his way to freedom, he had finally returned to his beloved clan. His clanmated welcomed him with open, loving arms for their young hero.
It has now been five moons since he has returned, and now he is starting to plot aginst his clan, now that their trust and love has been renewed. Slowly, the once loving, loyal, innocent tom, is sucumbing to his own insanity.
Family:
None
Other: Noppers
Password: Senica