Posts by DeathShade

Is their anyone who could help me by making a bio template for one of my cats??
It would really help..

Ok trouble

If their is anyone out there that could help me, i need a template made for one of my cats...

It would really help...

posting please!!

Username;;
DeathShade
Kits name;;
Rosekit
Apperance/eyes;;
[img width=520 height=339]http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/1004/50280063.JPG[/img]
personality;;
Rosekit is quite a playful little girl but loves to mess with her siblings, especially her brother(s). She just a sweet fun loving kit that doesn't really think about what the future brings.
Sent to Thunderclan or Stolen by the Outlaws?;;
Stolen would be interesting
[b]Activeness;;[/b}
about an 8

Username:
DeathShade
Cat's Name:
RedMoon
Gender:
Tom
Appearance:
A red tabby tom with grey, green streaked eyes

Personality:
A strong and brave warrior that would do what ever he could to help his clan. He is swift on his paws which makes him a skilled fighter as well as a tough opponent. He is kind, but not to everyone.
Crush: no one
Mate:None

ShatteredSoul
DarkSpirit
NightmareGiver

RedMoon lingered around the warrior den not sure what to do. the red tabby tom had his grey, green streaked eyes focused on the ground as he though of nothing in particular.

RedMoon pricked his ears and stopped pacing turning his head to the camp entrance. The sight of the wolf made his red tabby pelt bristled and his yellow green eyes slit. He hissed and crouched low with his claws unsheathed and ran at it hoping to slash at its nose with his sharp black claws.

RedMoon slashed at one of the wolves muzzles leaving long red scratches. The wolf growled and whipped its head toward the red tabby splattered blood as it snapped for RedMoon's neck. He dodged just in time but the wolf smacked with a large paw making the warrior fall to the ground.

Also, if you could can you put in these lyrics?

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics…ysgrace/nevertoolate.html

(this first post is very long as you can see, but this is because it explains who he is, wheres hes coming from, and what he been through. anyone can reply to this but please at least skim this first)

How long has it been...? How far have I come... where am I... And what happened that brought me here?? My name is DeathShade, and this is my story....

(flashback)
"Darkkit... Darkkit, wake up darling it’s time to get up." A beautiful she-cat with soft fluffy gray fur was curled around a small black kit, the only kit that had survived in the litter of three. She called out for the kit and his eyes opened wearily, they were a dark shining blue like the ocean near the forest his clan lived in. "Morning mama," the small bundle meowed with a yawn that showed his small white teeth, "Are we dead like brother and sister?"

Two moons earlier during a terrible thunderstorm with dangerous winds, both his siblings had been blown out of the nursery. Snowkit had been slammed into a tree killing her instantly and leaving her small fluffy white body broken and bloody. Hawkkit had been swept out of the camp and to the beach where he was knocked into the ocean and drowned by the raging waves, his little brown grey body was found two days later soaked and beaten. During those two moons, Darkkit having been the only kit to survive had quite a hard time adjusting to the loss of his brother and sister, but his loving mother did her best to keep him happy and pull him out of his depressive state, even though the young queen was grieving herself.

Shaking her fluffy head and closing her yellow/green colored eyes for a moment to clear the tragic memory from her mind, she replied to her surviving kit, “No my dear, we are alright," there was a hint of hanging sadness in her voice.
"Why didn't Hawkkit and Snowkit make it?" Darkkit asked not noticing the sad hint in his mother’s voice.
"StarClan called them my son, there is no changing that." "It seems unfair that we’re here and they aren't...” "Something’s aren’t fair my little one, but I find it wonderful that I still have you," the mother meowed with a purr, "Now let’s go outside, its time you became an apprentice."
With a little bounce, the small black kit made his way out of the nursery for the last time followed by his mother who seemed slightly reluctant to leave the den where memories of her two lost kits still lingered along with their faint scents. Outside, the clan had already gathered with their leader sitting proudly on a fallen tree with her deputy on the ground by his side. Darkkit smiled at the deputy who gave no reply other than glancing once at him before turned back to the clan.
"Why doesn't daddy look proud," he asked his mother. "He needs to look strong in front of his clanmates," was her reply though that was not the true reason and she knew it very well. Before Darkkit could ask another question, the leader gestured him up with her tail and began to speak.
"By naming apprentices, we show that SilverClan will survive and remain strong." the silver tabby leader known as FeatherStar spoke. “From this moment on, until he has earned his Warrior Name, this Apprentice will be known as Darkpaw."
She looked down at DarkKit who was now called Darkpaw was a smile and happiness in her mossy colored eyes before she looked back to her clan and spoke again.
“StormClaw, you are now ready to take on an apprentice. You will be mentor to Darkkit. StormClaw you have shown yourself to be a warrior of Strength and Pride. I'm sure you will pass on all you know to this apprentice."
With her ending words, the dark gray warrior made his way to the small apprentice and they touched noses. After having been congratulated by the whole clan, Darkpaw and his new mentor StormClaw left to train for the first time well the clan started to return to their normal activities.

Moons pasted, so much that only a moon remained till Darkpaw would become a warrior. He walked with his mentor through the forest for a hunting lesson. It was now leaf-bare and the forest was covered in a thick layer of snow which meant it was perfect to learn more on hunting in snow. Darkpaw had grown much larger, no longer resembling the runt of a kit he was so long ago in the nursery, though he was a shadow of his usually self today. A few days ago he had strong muscles that were noticeable under his slightly shaggy black pelt and his eyes were filled with so much determination. But that was until the attack.

Leaf-bare had just barely begun but already it was taking its toll on SilverClan and its cats. Five cats including Darkpaw’s mother had been moved to the medicine cat den after having caught greencough. Darkpaw spent much of his time helping out the medicine cat, a rusty red and black torte she-cat known as FlareHeart. He would constantly bring her fresh moss, prey for her and the sick cats, as well as help her out when she needed to find herbs. It was just another ordinary day in the camp, cats milled around from den to den, FeatherStar discussed things with her deputy, and newly born kits played outside in the snow well their mother’s watched with purrs in their throats. It was so peaceful and quiet until the evening patrol returned.
It was headed by Darkpaw’s mentor and consist of four other warrior who all of which including StormClaw were bloody and winded. FeatherStar rushed to them though she was slower than usually due the fact that she was expecting none other than StormClaw’s kits. The silver tabby leader barely had enough time to get to them before her dark grey furred mate rushed her back into the nursery and shouted for the clan to get ready. No one knew quite what it meant, but the queens rushed their kits inside well the warriors stood guard at the elder’s den and the nursery. Darkpaw stood with the warriors; his fur bristled though he had no clue what they were waiting for.
Just then, an ear-splitting yowl echo through the entrance to the camp followed by FalconStar, the leader of Oakclan that bordered Silverclan. He was a dark brown tabby with bright yellow eyes and claws as black and sharp as a falcon’s talons. He was followed by his deputy DawnLight, a grey and white she-cat with a slender figure and light green eyes. Behind them followed many warriors ranging in all different sizes. Immediately the SilverClan warrior’s charged at them and the camp clearing broke out in a cluster of fight cats, fur and blood already flying. Only one thought was on Darkpaw’s mind, he had to make sure his mother was safe.
Dodging warriors after warriors that were tangled together in raging fights, Darkpaw made his to the medicine den unharmed and stood in front of it making sure no cat could get in. His blue colored eyes were silted and his black fur on end as he watched the other cats fight with a snarl in his throat. So focused on what was happening in front of him, Darkpaw didn’t realized someone was behind the medicine den and sneaking up on him till it was too late. A sharp pain pulsed in his head as he felt a large sheathed paw smack the side of his face. The apprentice fell to the ground out cold.
When he awoke, the OakClan cats were gone and many of the warriors of Silverclan walked around the camp covered in wounds. Blood of both clans stained the ground. Darkpaw, remembering what had happen; jumped to his paws hissing at the fact he had been taken off guard. His ears pricked at the sound of crying coming from the medicine den, and with a heavy heart and holding his breath, he entered. The den was littered with torn herbs and moss that was in shreds, rage rose in Darkpaw at the thought that the filthy OakClan cats would attack and destroy the clan’s whole medicine supply in the dead of leaf-bare. Then, he turned his head to the sound of the crying he had heard and his heart dropped. There, laying in front of him was the fluffy grey she-cat SwiftBreeze, his mother, bloody and unmoving with FlareHeart crouched over her body looking up at Darkpaw with tears rolling down her cheeks. His mother… was dead.

Now Darkpaw’s body had slimmed, having had refused to eat much after his mother’s death, only eating when FlareHeart insisted he did. He hadn’t trained as much as before so his scruffy black pelt seemed to hang on almost skin and bones. His once bright eyes seemed dull as he stared at the ground as he trudged after his mentor with head down and tail dragging in the dirt. Finally, StormClaw stop and turned back to him and meowed,
“You need to stop this Darkpaw; your mother wouldn’t want you to grieve for this long.”
“I don’t care...” he meowed looking up at him slightly, everyone I love dies...”
“That is not true Darkpaw and you know it”
“Then why is my brother, sister, and mother gone!” he snapped.
“StarClan has its own reasons for taking away some cat before others!” StormClaw snapped back, “Now let’s just continue our training.”
With a slight snarl, Darkpaw followed after him without saying another word.

Another whole moon passed with many new changes that came with it, some good though others bad. As new-leaf began to show itself and the new life it would bring, it brought along with it the arrival of FeatherStar’s three kits. One was a silver and white tabby tom named Stonekit who already looked like he would turn out to be quite strong. The second was a light grey colored she-cat with slight darker stripes named Lunakit; she looked as though she would be quite a skilled hunter as well as a kind cat in general. The last was a spitting image of StormClaw named none other than Stormkit in memory of his father who died days ago at the paws of a loner he was trying to chase off.
One very great thing that came with the new season was the warrior naming of Darkpaw who was now called DarkShade. He had learned to end the grieving of his mother though he still held memories of her close to his heart, which in return helped him to become a strong cat once again. Now DarkShade was about the size of every other warrior, his muscle were strong as well as his skills. He had finally become a warrior after so long, though he long for his brother, sister, and mother to be with him. It was the day after his warrior ceremony and the black tom was walking through the forest to relax and clear his head when a sound made his ear twitch. DarkShade turned just in time to see a dark gray and black tabby leap at him and he dodged. A growl rose in his throat when he realized this was the same tom that had taken StormClaw away. The newly named warrior was about to attack when another cat attack the loner first.
The two tumbled together till they broke apart and DarkShade could see who the cat was, to his surprised, it was no other than his father Birchpelt. The deputy stood glaring at the loner with silted dark green eyes and his light brown gray splotched pelt was on end. With a hiss he charged at the tom and the two fully grown cats fought together in a ball of hissing fur. DarkShade watched with a shocked look on his face till the two broke apart and the loner ran off bloody and beaten.
DarkShade wanted to run up to his father and praise him for a well fought fight and thank him for saving his life. With a smile on the black tom’s face, DarkShade started to pad up to his father till BirtchPelt turned his cold green eyes toward him with a growl in his throat. DarkShade stopped in his tracks and a shiver went down his spine, his father’s splotched pelt was covered in blood. His left ear was torn and he had a long scratch across his chest that was bleeding freely. Not only that, but he had a deep cut in his neck and blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth. DarkShade rushed to him as the brave deputy fell to the ground with a thud.
“Don’t worry!” DarkShade meowed, “I’ll get you back to camp and have FlareHeart save you!” He reached his paw toward the wound on his father’s neck to stop the bleeding with pressure, but his father turned his head toward him and snapped at the outstretched paw make blood splatter from his mouth on the dirt ground and DarkShade’s black fur. DarkShade looked at BirtchPelt who was growling with a shocked look on his face. “I’m going to help you!” he meowed again trying to reach the wound. But his father snapped yet again and in a weak slightly gurgled voice he meowed, “I don’t need the help of someone like you!”
DeathShade took a step back unsure of what his father could mean he meowed, “What... why do say that...”
“You were a runt.” His father meowed with an angry edge in voice, “That storm should have taken you… not Hawkkit.”
DarkShade stood in shock, his dark blue eyes wide, he could not speak.
“Hawkkit would have been stronger, he would have kept the clan save during the battle, he would have sensed that loner before I did.”
DarkShade was shaking in fear and sadness, My… My father doesn’t like me…, he thought.
BirchPelt’s head lowered and his breath was coming short, blood flowed freely from his words staining his fur and creating a pool around his body. “I never wanted you…” was his last words before his eyes closed and he took his last breath. BirthPelt, the deputy of SilverClan, DarkShade’s father… was dead. With a heart full of sadness and anger, DarkShade grab his father’s scruff and dragged him back to camp.

Another moon passed and through it, DarkShade had gone around camp and the forest with a heavy heart. Another cat he had loved had been killed. Well the other clanmates went around free and over the grieving of their lost deputy and clanmate, he went around with head and tail down. FeatherStar had named SparrowWing, a pale silver she-cat with a single white spot on the tip of her fluffy tail, as the new deputy. FlareHeart had also taken in her first apprentice, a pure white tom with bright yellow eyes named Whitepaw.
DarkShade was in his nest in the warrior den curled in a tight ball with his tail covering his muzzle. His scruffy black pelt had bits and pieces of moss clung to it and his dark blue eyes were half closed. He was staring at the wall of the den with sadness weighing down his heart. His ear twitched at the sound of a cat entering the den and paws steps heading toward where he laid. He didn’t lift his head till he felt the pelt of the medicine cat brushing next to his as FlareHeart laid down next to him. The rusty red and black torte she-cat looked at DarkShade with kind light green eyes.
“It will be ok DarkShade,” she meowed in a sweet gentle voice, “Your father died saving you and his clanmates from that loner.”
DarkShade was sad, but he knew that his father had not attacked the loner to save him, BirtchPelt had told him that himself.
“I know…” he meowed without the true hint of anger that lingered in his gut, “I just wish the ones I loved didn’t have to die…”
“StarClan acts strangely at times…” she meowed stroking his back with her tail tip, “I know it hurts, but it hurts more to keep the feelings inside.”
DarkShade looked up at her slightly with a faint smile and meowed, “Thanks FlareHeart, you always knows what to say.” She smiled give him a small lick on his check before getting to her paws and leaving the den. DarkShade laid his head down and shut his eyes waiting for sleep to come. It was still morning, but there was something he needed to do when night came, and he needed to be very much awake for it.
As the sun set in the horizon over the ocean turning the gentle blue waves to a deep Scarlett, the forest grew dark. Tonight it was much darker than normal seeing as it was the night of the new moon, when absolutely no hint of the bright sphere showed in the star filled sky. DarkShade opened his dark blue eyes slowly and lifted his head; his warrior clanmates were asleep all around him. The black warrior got to his paws silently and carefully and snuck his way out of the den on light paws. The camp outside was quiet and still, not a single clanmate was awake other than one warrior outside the entrance keeping watch. DarkShade padded quietly to the dirt den, a plan on his mind. He had thought very hard about what FlareHeart had talked to him about, and know he knew what to do. Even though it was not what the medicine cat meant, DarkShade was going to sneak out of his clan. The hurting warrior had been through much pain to spend any more time in his home, he needed to be free of the memories.
Finally he entered the dirt den and walked around the edge till he came to the barrier of the camp, there he moved a few branches quietly to reveal a medium sized hole leading to the outside. He squeezed through the hole getting a few scratches from a few small thorns. Finally he was on the other side staring at the barrier that guarded his home; he covered the hole with a few branches so it was unnoticeable. DarkShade took one last look back at the clan that from this point on would not be his home anymore. Then, the pure black tom turned around and walked away.
(End flashback)

He walked in the shadows of the trees, his now pale blue eyes sunken back and his gaze down. He was thin, his dirty black pelt hanging on nearly skin and bones. In was clear that it had been quite sometime since this tom had eaten a decent meal. Each paw step seemed like a struggle till finally, he collapsed and his eyes shut. He couldn't get up, his travels had drained him. if anything, if he didn't get help, he would die like the many others he had loved.

i like the color to be a dark blue that mabye fades to black if that would be ok, and he is pretty depressed

DeathShade is a loner, he is 17 moons old, and is a tom

Thanx

His eyes open slowly and he groaned, a shiver of pain running through his body. The black tom tilted his head lifting it as much as he could to look at the she-cat with his pale colored eyes. He took in her scent, it smelled much like the forest and prey with a faint hint of other cat. The one thing he was trying to avoid, Oh great... he tought setting his head back down, I better not have come this far to find another clan...

His body shuddered when a harsh cough escapes his lungs, not that he was sick, just very weak. With his head still on the ground he looked back at the she-cat from the corner of his eyes almost expecting her to attack and drag him out of her territory when she knew he was alive. But so what if he died, it wouldn't surprise him to much.

RedMoon pulled himself top his paws with a growl and leaped at the wolf that had knocked him down and scratched at the brown colored beasts face. The wolf snarled and snapped at RedMoon managing to bit into his red tabby tail. RedMoon hissed in pain escaping the grip of the wolf's jaws and laped at its back digging his claws in.

The warm scent of the mouse made his mouth water and the black tom tried to at least roll to his belly to take a bit of it and let it fill his aching belly. But, he was way to weak, each time he made an attempt to move, his muscles screamed in pain. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as he tried to move again, but no luck.
He goaned and stared at the prey wishing so much to be able to eat it. The black tom let out a deep breath and looked at the she-cat as if saying, Now what... i tried...

RedMoon bit down hard into the wolf scruff feeling bloos weel in his mouth warm and smooth. The wolf howled and shook its body knocking his off and ran out of the camp. The red tabby ran after it hissing wanting to make sure it left and didn't come back. Than a noise hit his ears and the smell of both a cat and a wolf filled his nose. Following it with bristled fur, he came upon AmberEyes and the wolf.
With a hiss, he leaped at the wolfs back and dug his sharp black claws into its pelt.

RedMoon clung to the wolf back still not letting go for anything, his claws dug in deeper and his bit down into its scruff like he had done to the first one. It howled in pain and shook him off. RedMoon landed on his paws and ran in front of the wolf hissing and clawinf trying to scare it off.

This was better, the tom gently licked up the cool water that seemed to sink into to his weariy bones. Feeling ever so slightly better, he was able to tilt his head up and reach to mouse. He hungerly snapped it up enjoying the feel of it filling his belly. As soon as it was gone, he laid his head back down and lapped p some more water before shutting his eyes for a moment.