Posts by Demonscar

He nodded, answering her question without words. His skin flushed beneath his pelt and for once, Beastpaw was glad that his fur was darker. Had it been that obvious that he was nervous? He thought he'd at looked somewhat comfortable. Thank Starclan that Owlnight hadn't come to this gathering. She'd have him skinned and his pelt hung to dry already for that.

"I'm just not used to being around so many cats," he mewed, his tone uncertain. He wasn't used to being around cats at all. In fact, he made sure that he was almost never around his clanmates. Why had he gone to the stupid Gathering? There were so many cats here, none of his clan would have noticed that he wasn't there. He could have just ran off and hid, then shown up back at camp the next morning with tales of some made up cat from another clan.

But now at least, he was making a friend. Wasn't he? 'Get a hold of yourself, Beastpaw!' he warned himself, biting his tongue. 'Don't over think this!'

Character Name:
"I am Owlnight. Perhaps you've heard of me? Ha. Of course not. Most who do don't survive to pass on their tales."

Character Age:
"Forty-seven moons young."

Gender:
"I'm offended that you can't tell I'm a she-cat. Have you no nose?"

Alliance:
"I always have been and always will be a member of Shadowclan. There is no other place for me."

Rank:
"I am nearing the rank of senior warrior; not because of my age, but because of my abilities."

Appearance:
"My pelt is thin, which is quite useful in my line of work. I'm slightly undersized, but that helps out a good bit as well. You don't see many spies who are huge, now do you?

"Yes, I am a spy, and I'm built well for it. My pelt, which is mostly a beautiful silver-gray, is neither too light nor too dark, so I can hide well in any light. I have all sorts of stripes and spots of black on my fur that are quite helpful when it comes to hiding. I'm not exactly a tabby, although that's how most refer to me as. My stripes aren't in the right pattern; they're too broken and I'm more spotted than striped anyways. A twoleg once referred to me as a 'broken mackerel.'

"My chest is just barely white; it blends perfectly into the rest of my fur that the color change happens before you realize it. But it's not completely white: the black markings still continue and only the silver undercoat changes.

"Both of my eyes are a golden amber color, always glowing. I've learned that I have better vision than others, that I can see farther and in better detail than my clanmates are able too. My whiskers are long, making it so I can navigate well, even with my eyes closed. I was built to be huntress, but I don't care. I have made myself into a fierce warrior, and, although my muscles are thin and no where near bulky, I am quite strong."

Personality:
"What am I like? I am Owlnight, the stealthiest, most ruthless cat in all of Shadowclan! I have no room in my heart for others; all I live for is my own work. Any my work is hard. It's not exactly easy tracking cats without being seen or scented. And if I need to kill them? It has to be quick. I have an uncanny ability to find another cats weakness. Once I have that weakness? I exploit it. Their death comes before they know it.

"When it comes to cats in my own clan, I have little or no respect for the most of them. I am proud, and obviously superior to others. If they want to talk to me, they can better themselves and fix their weaknesses.

"I'm a killer."

---Likes:
"I love my work. Sneaking, stalking, tracking, killing. I love it. It's what I'm best at. It's what I do.

"I love smells. All sorts of them. Even the ones that most other cats don't, like herb-scent and the dirtplace. It's part of my job to recognize different scents, even those of cats from outside my clan. Somewhere along the line, I began to love them, even to the point of becoming obsessed.

"Rain. But just the just-barely there rain. A sprinkling, if you will. When it's actually pouring down, I get annoyed."

--- Dislikes:
What don't I like? I don't like other cats knowing they're not as strong as they could be and not doing anything about it. I don't like warriors who haven't taken their weaknesses and turned it into a strength.

"I do not like kits. Yes, I have my own, and I see them as one of the worst mistakes of my life. Having them was a mistake.

"I don't like mushy-gushy feelings. Or feelings at all. I have no need for them, and therefore and henceforth, I do not have feelings."

---Strengths:
"My ability to track. My ability to kill. My ability to find another cat's weakness instinctively and know how to use it against them. Being me. Need I say more?"

---Weaknesses:
"Weaknesses? Me! Ha! I have no weaknesses! And those I was born with, I have over come and turned into my strengths."

--she won't admit her weaknesses, so, sadly, i have to for her. that's one of her weaknesses, actually. her pride. others include her inability to accept others as they are, her hastiness and short temper, and, of course, that skeleton hiding in the closet of her past--

History:
"I was born in Shadowclan many moons ago to Ivyclaw, my mother, and Yelloweye, my father. I had three brothers: Black/kit, Pinekit, and Kestralkit. I was the only she-cat out of the litter, so I became one of the toms.

"At a young age, Black/kit disappeared. Probably for the better though; he was the weakest out of all of us. I'm actually quite sure that Yelloweye led him into the forest, only to leave him there.

"That left only me, Pinekit, and Kestralkit. We were all apprenticed at the same time, and my mentor was Velvetfur, one of the most respected warriors in the clan. He was a kittypet-warrior's son. I made him train me harder than he expected he would, and I figure he didn't like me much. When Velvetfur wouldn't train me, I talked other warriors into doing it. And when the other warriors wouldn't comply, I went out by myself.

"My training paid off and I received my warrior name at only nine moons. Kestralpaw and Pinepaw never forgave me for it and didn't speak a word to me for the rest of their lives.

"When they became Kestraltalon and Pinepelt, I received my first apprentice: Toadpaw. He was a lousy apprentice. Rarely wanted to train, was quite lazy. He ended up deserting us; I hear he's in Riverclan now.

"My mentor and my father both died in a battle for Thunderclan's territory. Both of my brothers died during a green-cough epidemic. My mother had long retired to the elders den where she only spoke nonsense about never-ending suns and falling balls of fire. I, for the first time, was alone. But I at least had my pick of toms.

"I chose Scorchtail because he was a strong warrior. He had good genetics, and, as I'm embarrassed to admit, he made me feel happy. We only mated once because I never wanted to have kits. But, of course, I became pregnant. I didn't want to be, so I did all I could to get rid of them. I took herbs, I had my clanmates batter my stomach with their paws, everything I could think of. But it didn't work. I gave birth to two kits, Beastkit and Foxkit.

"Scorchtail was rarely around, and when he was, he was awful. Always telling me how to raise the kits, telling me what I was doing wrong. So I plotted to kill him. I didn't need him anymore, and he was only in the way. Beastkit, thankfully, ran off one day and Scorchtail and I had to search for him. We found him being attacked by a fox --what luck! I quickly finished off the fox, and then turned on Scorchtail. He wasn't hard to kill; I'd been with him long enough to know where his weak points were and how to use them against him. Beastkit has never spoken a word about my killing his father, and agrees with the rest of the clan that he was killed by the fox.

"Now, both of the kits are apprentices, and I'm back to being the warrior I was."

//i think Fallowkit's owner has already made other plans for her, so he will mostly likely be staying in Shadowclan now, but if you're open to Beastpaw falling hopelessly in love with Leafsong --and then you going whatever direction you want from there-- then she could be a great match for him (: \\

Beastpaw's amber eyes went hard. 'I was really nervous when first came to a gathering.' Had he heard her right? He couldn't have! Owlnight said that none of the other apprentices, even in the other clans, were afraid of going to gatherings! A tiny hiss almost came from his throat, but the tom bit his tongue and held it in. His mother had lied to him!

"Were you really?" he asked, thinking maybe, just maybe, there were other cats like him --cats that were, as his mother could call them, broken. "My mom, Owlnight, said that only the worst apprentices are scared of going to Gatherings..." He realized what he'd said after he said it: he'd implied that Ebonypaw was a bad apprentice. Cursing himself, he held his tongue, not wanting to say anything to make matters worse.

Username:
--Demonscar--

Display name:
--Demonscar--

Which litter?:
"I was born to Forestpaw and Oki."

Kit name:
"I'm Tigerkit! Roar!"

Warrior name:
"Well... Usually the leader decides on our names, don't they? But if I got to pick, my warrior name would be Tigerblaze!"

Physical description:
"I'm an odd colored little cat, that's what the other kits say. But I don't really think so. In fact, I think I look great! Look at my fur, it's all sleek and shiny --and such a pretty color, don't you think? Most of me is a very light orange color, kind of creamy? But my face has a mask on it! Or, you know, the fur is a different color. It's a darker orange there, a lot brighter than the rest of my pelt. My ears are the same color, and my tail and my paws too! I have tiny little just barely there tabby stripes in those brighter ginger parts of me, but you can barely see them --only when you look reeeeeeaaaally close.

"My eyes are different than the other cats. They're sort of blue, but better than that. I've heard them referred to as 'turquoise' before, but I don't know what a turquoise is. Isn't it a kind of turtle? But my eyes! They're blue, but there's green in them too, and I don't really know how to describe them, but that's how they are.

"I'm a little big. I'm not huge or anything, like an apprentice or a warrior, but I'm bigger than the other kits. It makes me feel proud and really happy because I win when we play more because of it. My muscles are growing good already too, so I'm gonna make a great warrior, I think!"

--in other words, he's a flame mink kitten with aqua colored eyes. he's large for a kit, and his size will continue on into adulthood. even at his young age, he's well built.--
Personality:
"I'm easily excited, but that's how kits are supposed to be, right? I'm not so easily entertained though and have pretty short attention span. I get into a lot of trouble, but sometimes I don't mean to. Of course, sometimes I do. It's fun to play tricks on the warriors, you know? And sometimes, those apprentices deserve it. They're so mean sometimes!

"I'm always friendly, but if someones mean to me, I get really upset. I won't talk to them ever again if they do that to me! I hate being picked on for things, especially for things that aren't my fault, like the color of my fur. But I'm also very proud, so sometimes it's hard for cats picking on me to make me feel bad."

--as a kit, he is a typical kitten: easily excited, trouble-making, and somewhat annoying. as an apprentice, he will stay pretty much the same, but he will become much more jaded and proud. as a warrior, he will see himself as irresistible to all she-cats, and, in all honesty, he probably will be. he will still be the mischief-making, excitable tom he was to begin with, but he will have calmed down slightly and have become a bit of a pain in the rear, thanks to his jadedness.--

Plots?:
--if the two litters realize they have the same father, this won't work exactly, but i think it would be interesting for him to fall for a kitten from Momoko's litter. i could also see him going off on some sort of crazy goose-chase to help the clan or impress some she-cat. forbidden love is definitely on the agenda for him as well.--

Other:
--i change my favorite foods often. i find new things that i like to eat and then eat them religiously. right now, i'm addicted to chicken patties (the frozen, breaded kind) on a toasted bagel with mayonnaise and american cheese. although, if you want something less specific, my favorite kind of food is asian. specifically chinese and japanese. white sauce is a win.--

Beastpaw gave the other cat a little smile. "Your mentor's probably right. My mom can just be really mean sometimes..." He gasped, shocked at what he had just said. But if felt so much better to say it. It was true, his mother was really mean, especially to him. Just because he was different. "She thinks all cats have to be strong and that any weakness needs to be gotten rid of."

Was it different in other clans? Beastpaw's mentor certainly hadn't said differently than his mother. In fact, his mentor hadn't said much at all. Out of fear from his mother perhaps? Or because he felt the same way? The little tabby couldn't help but wonder if the other clans were, perhaps, more accepting than his own.

[i]//alright :) currently, he's both at the 'realistic' gathering as well as in the advanced shadowclan camp humiliating himself "/ it'd probably work out best if you introduced Leafsong to him in the camp, and then we go train or something from there.\\/i]

//eventually to a different thread, yes.\\

//thanks for the notice --i'll be sure to keep checking up here (: \\

--bump--

FRAUDULENCE

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Username:
display --demonscar--
log-in --demonscar--
Kit’s Name:
Fraudulence --possible warrior name of Fraudulentsky or Fraudulentnight

Father:
NPC

Gender:
She-cat

Appearance:
Although her fur has yet to fully grow in, Fraudulence will have a beautifully long coat. She will forever be a bit on the small side of size, but the little seal lynx point kitten will never let that get her down. She is a slender cat, but with strong muscles beneath her fur. Both of her eyes are a blue-lavender color, but she has foggy vision in her left eye.

Personality:
Fraudulence is a momma's girl. Although she gets plenty of attention from her mother, it is never enough. She always sits as near to Beautylies as she can and hangs on her every word. She lives on complements. From her mother, the mean the most. From her own littermates, they mean nearly just as much. The other kits, she views as competition and is always trying to out do them.

She's a lover, not a fighter. Fraudulence will use her charm to get her anything she needs, and if that doesn't work, just break out the crocodile tears. She can't stand battles, in fear that she'll scar herself and end up looking ugly.

RP Sample:
Opening her blue eyes, Fraudulence sighed. Everything looked wrong on the left side of her. Blurry, foggy, cloudy... Did other cats see that way too? Or was it just her? No matter how much her mother loved her, she couldn't get the courage to ask her. What if Beautylies hated her because she couldn't see right? The kitten shook her head, trying to clear the thought. Momma wouldn't hate her because of something so stupid, would she? No, of course not.

Suddenly feeling cold --or, maybe that was just self-pity-- Fraudulence ran to her mother, pressing her pelt against the larger she-cat's. "Momma, I love you so much!" she squeaked, nuzzling her mother's chest fur. "And you love me, not matter what, right?"

Plot?:
I don't see her ever leaving her mother's side. This will maybe get on Beautylies' nerves, as I know it would get on mine. She will follow her mother around until some tom comes and sweeps her off her paws, only for him to leave her for no reason. Then... I don't know. She'll probably become a player like her mother (no offense, but she kinda is... "/)

//thank you (:\\

//haha, thank you (: i was trying to figure out how she would get pregnant four times after already being pregnant, but then my brain figured it out xD i'm too blond sometimes\\

Name:
"I am Owlnight. Perhaps you've heard of me? Ha. Of course not. Most who do don't survive to pass on their tales."
Gender:
"I'm offended that you can't tell I'm a she-cat. Have you no nose?"
Age:
"Forty-seven moons young."
Bio Link:
[x]
Roleplay Sample:
--Watching from afar, the silver she-cat's eyes were trained on her son. She'd given him the name 'Beast,' but he wasn't living up to it at all. His fur was all scraggly and his paws too large for the rest of him. His tail was almost always held crooked and he was far behind the other cats his age in size and weight. He was a weakling, the worst kind of cat imaginable.

"I should have done to him what my father did to Black/kit," Owlnight muttered under her breath, cursing herself for not having tried harder to kill her kits. She'd never wanted them, had tried so hard to get rid of them before they were born. But born they were. Beastpaw and Foxpaw now.

She could deal with Foxpaw, at least. She was a cunning little apprentice, aptly named, if Owlnight could say so herself. A bit troublesome, but very intelligent. At least her daughter was a cat to be proud of.
Other:
"Its about time I was given a -real- apprentice. The last I had ran from the clan. He was a sad little tom, never strong or willing to do much. If you are willing to work hard, Larkpaw, and be pushed past your limits, I may be able to make you a warrior still."

--i flip for Flippy the Dolphin. also, if you don't have plans for her already, and interesting plot could be lay out between Larkpaw and Owlnight's son, Beastpaw. he's actually not as bad as Owlnight makes him seem, he's just a little... shy?--

//are you looking to join a member clan or would you settle for one of the originals? if you wanted a fanclan, ignore this then.\\

The silver tabby's ears pricked, listening carefully. Pawsteps. They were soft, but blundering. Someone with small paws that wasn't used to being in the forest. Someone was trespassing on Shadowclan territory!

Owlnight lifted her nose high, scenting the air. She caught a bit of a cat's scent, completely unfamiliar. Not another clan's, a loner perhaps? Keeping her body low, the small she-cat followed the smell. It was her job to track; she was a spy of sorts. A killer.

But she couldn't kill what she'd found. A kitten. And a lost one at that. Bound by the warrior code to not harm the kit, Owlnight stepped from the shadows, making herself known.

"You do realize this is Shadowclan territory, don't you?" she hissed, her fur rising on end so she looked bigger than the apprentice-sized cat that she was. "We don't take kindly to loners on our territory."

earthenpath

[font=andale mono]Character Age:
21 moons || one year nine months

Gender:
she-cat || female

Alliance:
Thunderclan

Rank:
Warrior

Appearance:
With a long-furred coat and large, bulky muscles, Earthenpath looks the part of a Thunderclan warrior. Her fur, which is mostly a chocolate brown color, is thick but soft. It is patched with a lighter tan color, as well as a white muzzle, chest, underbelly, and paws. She is of normal size, but her tail is slightly longer than most. Both of Earthenpath's eyes are a light yellow-green color, but she is very near-sighted. Her whiskers, which are all a pure white color, are unusually long, making up for her lack of sight.

Personality:
Underneath all that fluff, Earthenpath is a very dark cat. She's not bloodthirsty and dying to kill, but depressed. She doesn't understand why, she just is.

She won't let other cats know, though, and constantly wears a mask so her clanmates will believe she is happy. For now, they are fooled, but even Earthenpath doesn't have
---Likes (at least 3):
--- Dislikes (at least 3):
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
---Weaknesses (At least 3):

History:

Planting her rear on the ground, Owlnight wrapped her black ringed tail around her paws. This tiny kit was nothing more than what it had appeared to be: a tiny, clueless kit. She stifled a chuckle and replaced it with a sigh. Since she found this cat, she was now responsible for it. She'd have to take it back to the clan with her; the warrior code demanded her to. This cat couldn't survive out on its own.

"Who are you? And what are you doing out here on your own?" The she-cat had to at least get a few answers out of the kit before she took it back. Maybe Thunderclan had finally got some smarts and trained a kit to be a spy! Quite unlikely, but she was one of the top warriors in Shadowclan; she couldn't just bring any kit back to the camp unquestioned.

//could you clue me on the plot? just so i have a bit work with and so i know what i should have Owlnight doing.\\

His paws barely made prints in the wet soil, but Beastpaw preferred that to the alternative. He didn't want any of his clanmates tracking him. When he got out of the camp, that was his alone time. Even though most of his time was spent out of the camp. He liked it better that way, being alone. He wasn't shy, and he didn't hate being with others, he was just afraid of them. They were judging him constantly, he just knew it. And all because of his stupid mother.

It wasn't his fault he was the size of a kit. It wasn't his fault he was so scrawny his bones showed under his skin. That was just how he was born. If it was anyone's fault, it was his mother's! Hissing in anger, the tom kept running, not noticing the change in scent. He'd never paid much respect to territory boundaries anyway.