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Post by Viperjag on Mar 4, 2012 13:48:20 GMT -5
Viperjag
Name: viperjag | jagger
Age: twenty-one moons
Birthday: august sixth, 'o nine
Ranking: deputy
General Information
Physical Description: his fur is a soft medium-length jet black. his tail is fairly feathered and he has white tuft at the tip of his tail. viper's build is small and sleek, his muscles hidden. the deputy has yellow eyes, in which have a darker hue in the outlining of his usually thin pupils. he has a small nick in his left ear, and a thin scar across his underbelly. his nose is a ruddy gray pink, along with long silver whiskers sprouting from his muzzle.
Personality Description: viperjag is, first and foremost, mentally cracked; after all his years of wars and bloodshed, he had simply been driven insane. he was an exceptionally nice feline, but sometimes—just sometimes—he would have an incredibly dark personality due to his unstable brain. and yet, he was unaware of that personal trait of his. regardless, he was into building up a beautiful clan that would be superior to the others. he always wanted to be the one who had the strong warriors, brave apprentices, obedient kits, best territory, and so on. the deputy wanted first place and nothing else.
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History:
KIT
" Ha, ha! He's scared of water! "
Rage clenched at his stomach, as he glared up at his littermate, Harperkit; they were in the opening of the Nursery, and it was raining hard in the world outside. His small claws unsheathed, and his yellow eyes narrowed, along with his pitch black pupils.
" I'm not scared of water, you mouse-brained fool. "
Within a quick flash, the black child leapt forward and tackled the younger sibling down to the ground. They tumbled out of the Nursery, and instantly, their fluffy pelts were heavy with rain. Harperkit screeched as if she truly were a Harper Eagle, and started kicking at her brother's small stomach. He was shoved off onto the muddy ground. The tom quickly picked himself off and flew into the air for another pin. But that move was expected, for his sister had flung an unsheathed paw at his face.
A searing pain spread throughout his left ear; it had been cut into.
APPRENTICE
A solo midnight hunting patrol, it was. The new apprentice slipped through the undergrowth, blending into his surroundings quite easily. He came upon a clearing in the forest, and saw two warriors nuzzling each other. One, of which, was his mother; a beautiful light silver she-cat with oceanic eyes. But the other was a tall, muscular brown tabby with amber eyes. The apprentice's yellow orbs widened in shock; that wasn't his mother's mate! That—That was Hazelblaze! He'd heard about that tom; he was the player of the Clan.
‘Rotten scum. Both of you.’
The black tom hissed in his mind, and quiet left; in the morning, he would tell his father what Fleetfeather—his mother—had done.
Roleplay Sample
Envy • 1021 words.
A clap of thunder reined throughout the forest, following after the bright spark of lightning. A dark gray object dashed through the shadows; it was basically invisible. But the figure was easily spotted during a lightning's strike. The animal of some sort was blastered with sleek, dark gray fur. And almost black stripes. Its muzzle was a pure white, well, slightly darker in the rain. The animal had silver whiskers, that always twitched when it was nervous. It was a cat; a tom, in fact. His build? The average, but more complex than the usual. He was the average height as well, maybe an inch taller or so, not like it made a difference. Where were we? Ah, yes; The male cat had a rather unique personality. He was a strong fighter, but used his head and his mouth more than his claws and his teeth. And yet, he was very envious of others; The others always had something he wanted, something he deserved. He was to have those titles, or that den; Because it belonged with him. That is what he thought, anyway. But, he was a loyal cat. And despises the idea of being just a ridiculous pawn in some game. When he was being used, he felt like he was under control of a puppeteer.
Rain leaked from the leaves, hitting the earth. It was about time it had rained here; the rogue territory made him feel like he lived in a desert. But, here the rain was; up and about. As much as the gray cat was happy to see the rain, it was starting to annoy him. He just couldn't be pleased with anything! The rogue cat shook his pelt furiously, shaking the rain droplets off his gray fur, only to have new ones fall onto him. His whiskers drooped down in frustration, plus; it was heavy with all the rain it had carried. The rogue searched for a dry spot, perhaps a more levitated area, so he wouldn't drown in all this rain. His bright green eyes spotted a perfect spot; A completely dry area, only because large leaves of some species covered the spot like an umbrella. Interesting. He trotted swiftly over to the cozy little location. After settling down for about two minutes, the giant leaves collapsed; sending a large amount of rain to fall on the tom's head. He hissed with frustration, he hated water. He hated swimming. The rogue hissed up at the sky, addressing to no one in particular,
" Stupid idiotic water! Go to hell! Agh! "
He growled loudly, his voice spreading throughout the territory, his green irises burning with frustration. Of course; just his luck, he managed to be under those leaves at that exact timing. After recovering from that little episode he had, his stomach growled with hunger. It felt like his abdomen was clawing him from the inside. And whenever the cat got seriously hungry, he starts shivering and feels very sick. This was not a good time to puke, out in the rain especially. Or was it? Since the water would wash away ... Let's not talk about that, okay? So, he was going to have to wait until the storm let up. All the animals would be hiding by now. But he was so hungry, he couldn't help but scavenge for any scraps hunters had left. The rain was blocking his scent, and erasing every single scent laid down here earlier. His whiskers twitched; that was a sign that the rogue was nervous. Very nervous.
All he heard was the horrible noise of thunder, crickets, and his stomach. Growling and growling. He felt his stomach vibrate as he desperately searched for something edible. He hated this, so much. The tom wanted to come home to find some delicious, tender voles; all stacked up in large groups. The rogue's gray ear twitched with agony as thunder boomed horrifically loud; leaving his poor eardrum pounding. The dark gray cat swayed his tail to and fro as his trotted quickly, wondering off for food. Wait! He saw something, it was a limp, brown lump. He walked over to see if it were a mouse or something. But all it was .. was ... a stupid cat's poop! Again, his temper went off; dung! Dung! Dung! Dung! It was just crap! How was a growing cat going to eat a load of crap?! He tossed his head up in the night sky, preparing his vocal chords for another scream;
" Stupid, stupid load of catdung! Useless! "
He yowled, up in the open. His ebony black claws unsheathed, as he scored them on the face of a tree. The violence cooled off his anger, letting the tom relax a bit. Yes, he had bit of a temper, but all cats did, right? It's perfectly normal, is all. He sheathed his weapons back in, and stalked around for more options other than cat crap. The brutal wind ruffled the rogue's dark gray pelt, tossing it left and right, up and down, forward and backward, and side to side. It was crazy out there. He'd heard about this DeathClan, but he didn't feel the need to join a Clan. That was certainly something this cat wouldn't do. He knew there were better things out there for his use. Somethings that appreciated his abilities. He didn't feel like becoming a slave of another animal, especially Viper or Scarlet. His ears prickled once more, only to seeing lightning and to defiantly hear some thunder
He was born here, because he had parents. Well, he wasn't really born right here, not in this very spot at least. His parents were loners and he simply disagreed with the whole peace idea. Oh no; He loved man-slaughter. It was fun for him, but not the one being maimed, of course. His parents? Yes, his father was Nathaniel. And the gray cat's mum was called Sarah. He didn't pay any thought to them since he left the territory. He was a rogue now, and he was happy; That's all that counted, right? Oh, and by the way; the cat's name was Envy.
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Post by ⊱`$achibelle`⊰ on Mar 4, 2012 18:21:09 GMT -5
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