Post by Blood on Jan 19, 2008 1:42:48 GMT -5
Seek Me
Bloodclaw
Spare Me
32 Moons
Respect Me
Long-Lost Warrior
Scent Me
NightClan
Curse Me
Tom Cat
Paint Me
Bloodclaw resembles a cheetah every which way. His body is long and lean, though muscles clearly shine under his short pelt. While he is lean and muscular at the same time, he is thin, his ribs showing through his the glossy sheen of his pelt as he moves. Being pure Bengal, Bloodclaw fashions his spotted coat proudly. Bloodclaw proudly hold the title of being the tallest cat in NightClan. Now I say tallest, not largest as in muscle mass, for there are plenty cats larger than him, but none could compete with his height. He easiy reached 18 inches at the shoulder and weighs a good 25 pounds when he isn't starving himself for the better of his clan. Bloodclaw is a shining, gleaming silver, as though the moon itself has reached down and gently kissed his pelt with its full, voluptuous lips. His spots are a solid black that gradually fade away to stripes at the bass of his tail, leaving behind a black cap on the end. His face is always held in the same expression, a stoic, emotionless mask, though he has been seen with mild expressions from time to time. To see any relatively strong emotion on it is a rather rare sight. Bloodclaw also resembles a cheetah in that he has the markings called 'Cheetah Tears,' which are black lines that run down either side of the bridge of his nose. His eyes seems to have eye liner applied to them and behind each eye are two wind streaks, as though he cried the eye liner off when running and it stained his fur forever. His ears gradually darken until the ends turn completely black. Bloodclaw's most treasured feature are his legs, which are impossibly long and strong. Seeing as Bloodclaw not only holds the title as being the tallest cat in NightClan, but also the fastest, they need to be strong. Bloodclaw's black claws are always unsheathed. He uses them much like cleats and digs them into the ground to further his speed and control as he runs. Bloodclaw's pelt is covered in scars, the most noticeable being the one that drapes across both shoulders. When young, he was attack by a dog and thus it forever scarred him. The scar is identical on both sides, looking very similar to a bat's wing. Bloodclaw's face is covered in scars from the raid that supposedly killed him. After the raid, Bloodclaw has a defiant limp on his right foreleg. It pains him greatly in cold weather and on rainy days, but after being gone for nearly 4 moons and with the injury, he has learned to cope with it. It took him a long time to be able to run like he used to without the leg bothering him, but he is now fully capable of running without a single mistake. Bloodclaw's eyes are strange, like his daughters. What normally is a bright, ghostly yellow, turns a brilliant blood red when no light is present.
Read Me
The perfect way to described Bloodclaw is tall, dark, and handsome. Bloodclaw gives off a very dark aura. He is not very emotional, he is rather a loner, one who would rather be alone than in a group. Bloodclaw, though, is an exceptional warrior. He fights like a Lionclan warrior and his will to survive and determination are traits that he has passed on to his beloved daughter, Nightrunner. He is very eluasive, and the strong, silent type. Bloodclaw does not speak often, but when he does, it is best one listens because who knows when he will open his jaws again. Bloodclaw is surprisingly smart and has a strong sense of intuition and is very noble. Bloodclaw has been described as not being able to feel actual feelings because he has been seen experiencing so little, but on the contrary, Bloodclaw does feel them, more so than the normal cat. He has just become an expert at hiding them. Bloodclaw has taken on two apprentices before-hand, both of which met a tragic end, one by being crushed under a tree, the other death by a fox. So when it comes to Bloodclaw taking on an apprentice, he becomes very reluctant, but if it is best for the clan, he will take an apprentice. When it comes to his daughter, though, he is very protective. He will stand in the way of anyone that can hurt his daughter, even if it were his own leader. Bloodclaw is very close to Nightrunner, though his presence is more of a physical relationship with her. Now don't get me wrong, him and Night can talk for hours, but since Night gain her withdrawn attitude from him, they both can sit hours without talking and be completely content. In fact, Bloodclaw seems to have some sixth sense, he can sense when his daughter is in trouble and sometimes even knows what she is thinking before she says it.
Remember Me
Bloodclaw was born to a mother who was one of the few surviving members of a clan killed off by twolegs. He grew up alone with her in a kittypet home, but never grew a liking to their owners. His mother trained him in the ways of the warrior and by the age of 4 moons, he left her and his sister to travel alone as a rogue. After two moons of being a rogue, Bloodclaw was attacked by a dog. Left to die by the borders of NightClan, Bloodclaw was found by a border patrol. NightClan took him in and he grew to be one of their best warriors. When he reached 16 moons of age, he was a single, handsome heartthrob who wanted nothing to do with cat that required something other than clan related business. Until he met her. Before, every she cat he laid eyes on was just a clan member he could spar with or do something clan related. But not Wintercall. Wintercall was the only cat to not pad after him. Instead, he began to court her. But she only ignored him. It went this way for two moons until finally, she accepted his advancements and became his mate. If Bloodclaw though he was in heaven during the next two moons that followed, he'd be even happier when she gave him his daughter. Nightrunner was born an only kit, but she was adored none-the-less. She was her mother's angel and her father pride and joy. Bloodclaw felt she could do no wrong, especially when she became a warrior at only 9 moons. But the joy didn't last long. Tragedy struck when Nightrunner's first love, Juniperpaw, was struck dead by a badger. Bloodclaw did all he could to comfort his little girl, but it wasn't enough. Not even days later, the clan was raided. Bloodclaw fought bravely, but in the end, it wasn't enough. His mate was taken from him in front of his eyes and he himself was taken hostage by the rogues. He was too numb with pain to even care anymore, not like he could do much anyway. He had been beaten to a inch of his life. The body of his mate was buried and him forgotten back at NightClan. How he got away was a complete mystery to him, but got away he did. He crawled back to his mother, who nursed him back to health. Three moons after the raid he set out again in search of his home. He is now on his way home to his daughter, who has thought to have been dead. What awaits him back at home? Will his precious little girl reject him or accept the fact he is back? His whole existance rests on the shoulders of Nightrunner. If she doesn't accept his reappearance, he will shrivel away and die, unless...someone can step into his life and interveen.
Show Me
-Taken from another site. Warriors: The Magnificent. The scene of Bloodstar's (Bloodclaw) supposed death there.-
Bloodstar gave a hiss as Lira lunged forward. At the last minute, he lifted his head higher and rose from his front paws in a rear, making sure she clamped onto the lower proximity of his throat so he wouldn't be strangled. Though it was obviously painful when she clawed him to pieces, Bloodstar didn't stop moving, even when Thio landed square on his back, the bengal tom didn't go down. He started bucking around, twisting, turning, ripping and shredding whenever teeth or claw touched something. He was like a bull on the rampage, thrashing about, slamming the cats on him into any object that was in his way. He had stopped only briefly to catch his breath when the white tom's claws struck him, causing him to hiss in rage more than anything. In some manage of pure will and power, Bloodstar had thrown Lira from his neck and lunged straight for the white cat. Their heads clashed with such a force, Bloodstar's eyes rolled back briefly before focusing again. And then it was all a blur once more.
~ * ~ * ~
Bloodstar lay on his side, panting heavily, the excitement from the fight still running thick in his veins, blocking out the pain. He closed his eyes, thinking back briefly. Each time he had paused in his rampage, everything had gone black and he had awoken again, except this time he felt new strength. Bloodstar had never lost a life to know he had lost 3 lives in this fight, all he knew was that it felt like he was on his last life. And that was quickly ebbing away. But upon opening his maroon eyes and seeing the smug grin on the white tom's face lying in front of him, Bloodstar gave a growl. He wouldn't let this tom see him die. Pushing the pain back, his rose to his paws with a confident air about him. No, he would make this tom die with regret, regret upon not seeing his opponent close to death. So Bloodstar stood tall and proud despite the blood that covered his coat, nearly obscuring his silver fur and black spots completely. He looked like a maroon version of Autumnstep now. Bloodstar's eyes shined down on the white tom with disgust, a triumphant gaze in his crimson pools that were rapidly turning a soft blood color then orange, then yellow. He had won, the tom had died seeing his opponent alive and well. Bloodstar passed a look at his son, a grim smile on his features when Smokekit asked him his question. He knew his fate, but he couldn't bring himself to tell his beloved son. Bloodstar gave a curt nod and turned slowly to his son, placing his nose on Smokekit's forehead. A breathy sigh of relief escaped him.
"Don't ever do that again, you hear me. Please don't..."
His voice was oddly strained and choked, his face wet with something clear. A small drop landed on his son's face. It took the kit a long time to realize Bloodstar was crying. For him, he was crying for almost losing him, for almost losing his son. That was all he said before his eyes grew suddenly a frightening, sickening shade of yellow and he collapsed in an utter heap of blood and fur. His claws flexed back and forth as the pain pulsed through his body, but he didn't cry out. Yes, a leader did cry out when he died. But no, Bloodstar would not cry, not for him dying. No, a father does not cry in front of his son, not when he has just paid the ultimate sacrifice to show him just how much he truely cared. But Bloodstar knew he could cry in front of Smokekit now, because he was not crying for his foolish sacrifice, but for the split moment he thought he would loose his son. Bloodstar opened his dull eyes which were rapidly growing dimmer. Bloodstar stared up at Smokekit, the tears continuing to slowly roll down his cheeks.
"Your mother will die if you die. After all, you are all she will have left of me. You are the younger me, the disobediant, stubborn fool of a kit I was too...but because I never listened, I learned things I never would have as someone who did. Being stubborn made me want the things I wanted even more, I developed a brain that could think of all the possible ways to get that. And look where it got me. Cats born fools often turn into heros and great warriors, they can progress through out their lives and get better and better. Cats born warriors and heros have nothing to improve on. They are remembered, yes, but they never make amazing feats like fools turned hero would. Don't change, Smokekit, don't change. For I love you for who you are and I don't ever want you to change. You are a child of mine, born of my own design, a design that is difficult to follow, but in the end, it is worth it. Remember that, my son, and you will succeed in life better than I have ever done. Tell your mother...I'm sorry...I couldn't make it tonight...and that I love her and all of you dearly. I just never knew how to show it."
Bloodstar closed his eyes, though his terrible, shaking, rattling breath showed he was still there. At his pelvic region, his back gave a sharp twist to the side, his hind legs limp and useless. Nearly every inch of him was torn and shredded and yet, while he was alive, he was still the powerful leader who had given everything to save his son who supposedly hated him. But in death, Bloodstar looked like any other broken, lifeless body. Just that...broken...forgotten and gone...forever...
The Accessories
Father of Nightrunner
Sister of Autumnstep (Who I plan on maybe bringing in later)
Pictures:
Full Body. I drew this, no stealing.
Headshot. Cartoon Style. I drew this also. No stealing.
Bloodclaw
Spare Me
32 Moons
Respect Me
Long-Lost Warrior
Scent Me
NightClan
Curse Me
Tom Cat
Paint Me
Bloodclaw resembles a cheetah every which way. His body is long and lean, though muscles clearly shine under his short pelt. While he is lean and muscular at the same time, he is thin, his ribs showing through his the glossy sheen of his pelt as he moves. Being pure Bengal, Bloodclaw fashions his spotted coat proudly. Bloodclaw proudly hold the title of being the tallest cat in NightClan. Now I say tallest, not largest as in muscle mass, for there are plenty cats larger than him, but none could compete with his height. He easiy reached 18 inches at the shoulder and weighs a good 25 pounds when he isn't starving himself for the better of his clan. Bloodclaw is a shining, gleaming silver, as though the moon itself has reached down and gently kissed his pelt with its full, voluptuous lips. His spots are a solid black that gradually fade away to stripes at the bass of his tail, leaving behind a black cap on the end. His face is always held in the same expression, a stoic, emotionless mask, though he has been seen with mild expressions from time to time. To see any relatively strong emotion on it is a rather rare sight. Bloodclaw also resembles a cheetah in that he has the markings called 'Cheetah Tears,' which are black lines that run down either side of the bridge of his nose. His eyes seems to have eye liner applied to them and behind each eye are two wind streaks, as though he cried the eye liner off when running and it stained his fur forever. His ears gradually darken until the ends turn completely black. Bloodclaw's most treasured feature are his legs, which are impossibly long and strong. Seeing as Bloodclaw not only holds the title as being the tallest cat in NightClan, but also the fastest, they need to be strong. Bloodclaw's black claws are always unsheathed. He uses them much like cleats and digs them into the ground to further his speed and control as he runs. Bloodclaw's pelt is covered in scars, the most noticeable being the one that drapes across both shoulders. When young, he was attack by a dog and thus it forever scarred him. The scar is identical on both sides, looking very similar to a bat's wing. Bloodclaw's face is covered in scars from the raid that supposedly killed him. After the raid, Bloodclaw has a defiant limp on his right foreleg. It pains him greatly in cold weather and on rainy days, but after being gone for nearly 4 moons and with the injury, he has learned to cope with it. It took him a long time to be able to run like he used to without the leg bothering him, but he is now fully capable of running without a single mistake. Bloodclaw's eyes are strange, like his daughters. What normally is a bright, ghostly yellow, turns a brilliant blood red when no light is present.
Read Me
The perfect way to described Bloodclaw is tall, dark, and handsome. Bloodclaw gives off a very dark aura. He is not very emotional, he is rather a loner, one who would rather be alone than in a group. Bloodclaw, though, is an exceptional warrior. He fights like a Lionclan warrior and his will to survive and determination are traits that he has passed on to his beloved daughter, Nightrunner. He is very eluasive, and the strong, silent type. Bloodclaw does not speak often, but when he does, it is best one listens because who knows when he will open his jaws again. Bloodclaw is surprisingly smart and has a strong sense of intuition and is very noble. Bloodclaw has been described as not being able to feel actual feelings because he has been seen experiencing so little, but on the contrary, Bloodclaw does feel them, more so than the normal cat. He has just become an expert at hiding them. Bloodclaw has taken on two apprentices before-hand, both of which met a tragic end, one by being crushed under a tree, the other death by a fox. So when it comes to Bloodclaw taking on an apprentice, he becomes very reluctant, but if it is best for the clan, he will take an apprentice. When it comes to his daughter, though, he is very protective. He will stand in the way of anyone that can hurt his daughter, even if it were his own leader. Bloodclaw is very close to Nightrunner, though his presence is more of a physical relationship with her. Now don't get me wrong, him and Night can talk for hours, but since Night gain her withdrawn attitude from him, they both can sit hours without talking and be completely content. In fact, Bloodclaw seems to have some sixth sense, he can sense when his daughter is in trouble and sometimes even knows what she is thinking before she says it.
Remember Me
Bloodclaw was born to a mother who was one of the few surviving members of a clan killed off by twolegs. He grew up alone with her in a kittypet home, but never grew a liking to their owners. His mother trained him in the ways of the warrior and by the age of 4 moons, he left her and his sister to travel alone as a rogue. After two moons of being a rogue, Bloodclaw was attacked by a dog. Left to die by the borders of NightClan, Bloodclaw was found by a border patrol. NightClan took him in and he grew to be one of their best warriors. When he reached 16 moons of age, he was a single, handsome heartthrob who wanted nothing to do with cat that required something other than clan related business. Until he met her. Before, every she cat he laid eyes on was just a clan member he could spar with or do something clan related. But not Wintercall. Wintercall was the only cat to not pad after him. Instead, he began to court her. But she only ignored him. It went this way for two moons until finally, she accepted his advancements and became his mate. If Bloodclaw though he was in heaven during the next two moons that followed, he'd be even happier when she gave him his daughter. Nightrunner was born an only kit, but she was adored none-the-less. She was her mother's angel and her father pride and joy. Bloodclaw felt she could do no wrong, especially when she became a warrior at only 9 moons. But the joy didn't last long. Tragedy struck when Nightrunner's first love, Juniperpaw, was struck dead by a badger. Bloodclaw did all he could to comfort his little girl, but it wasn't enough. Not even days later, the clan was raided. Bloodclaw fought bravely, but in the end, it wasn't enough. His mate was taken from him in front of his eyes and he himself was taken hostage by the rogues. He was too numb with pain to even care anymore, not like he could do much anyway. He had been beaten to a inch of his life. The body of his mate was buried and him forgotten back at NightClan. How he got away was a complete mystery to him, but got away he did. He crawled back to his mother, who nursed him back to health. Three moons after the raid he set out again in search of his home. He is now on his way home to his daughter, who has thought to have been dead. What awaits him back at home? Will his precious little girl reject him or accept the fact he is back? His whole existance rests on the shoulders of Nightrunner. If she doesn't accept his reappearance, he will shrivel away and die, unless...someone can step into his life and interveen.
Show Me
-Taken from another site. Warriors: The Magnificent. The scene of Bloodstar's (Bloodclaw) supposed death there.-
Bloodstar gave a hiss as Lira lunged forward. At the last minute, he lifted his head higher and rose from his front paws in a rear, making sure she clamped onto the lower proximity of his throat so he wouldn't be strangled. Though it was obviously painful when she clawed him to pieces, Bloodstar didn't stop moving, even when Thio landed square on his back, the bengal tom didn't go down. He started bucking around, twisting, turning, ripping and shredding whenever teeth or claw touched something. He was like a bull on the rampage, thrashing about, slamming the cats on him into any object that was in his way. He had stopped only briefly to catch his breath when the white tom's claws struck him, causing him to hiss in rage more than anything. In some manage of pure will and power, Bloodstar had thrown Lira from his neck and lunged straight for the white cat. Their heads clashed with such a force, Bloodstar's eyes rolled back briefly before focusing again. And then it was all a blur once more.
~ * ~ * ~
Bloodstar lay on his side, panting heavily, the excitement from the fight still running thick in his veins, blocking out the pain. He closed his eyes, thinking back briefly. Each time he had paused in his rampage, everything had gone black and he had awoken again, except this time he felt new strength. Bloodstar had never lost a life to know he had lost 3 lives in this fight, all he knew was that it felt like he was on his last life. And that was quickly ebbing away. But upon opening his maroon eyes and seeing the smug grin on the white tom's face lying in front of him, Bloodstar gave a growl. He wouldn't let this tom see him die. Pushing the pain back, his rose to his paws with a confident air about him. No, he would make this tom die with regret, regret upon not seeing his opponent close to death. So Bloodstar stood tall and proud despite the blood that covered his coat, nearly obscuring his silver fur and black spots completely. He looked like a maroon version of Autumnstep now. Bloodstar's eyes shined down on the white tom with disgust, a triumphant gaze in his crimson pools that were rapidly turning a soft blood color then orange, then yellow. He had won, the tom had died seeing his opponent alive and well. Bloodstar passed a look at his son, a grim smile on his features when Smokekit asked him his question. He knew his fate, but he couldn't bring himself to tell his beloved son. Bloodstar gave a curt nod and turned slowly to his son, placing his nose on Smokekit's forehead. A breathy sigh of relief escaped him.
"Don't ever do that again, you hear me. Please don't..."
His voice was oddly strained and choked, his face wet with something clear. A small drop landed on his son's face. It took the kit a long time to realize Bloodstar was crying. For him, he was crying for almost losing him, for almost losing his son. That was all he said before his eyes grew suddenly a frightening, sickening shade of yellow and he collapsed in an utter heap of blood and fur. His claws flexed back and forth as the pain pulsed through his body, but he didn't cry out. Yes, a leader did cry out when he died. But no, Bloodstar would not cry, not for him dying. No, a father does not cry in front of his son, not when he has just paid the ultimate sacrifice to show him just how much he truely cared. But Bloodstar knew he could cry in front of Smokekit now, because he was not crying for his foolish sacrifice, but for the split moment he thought he would loose his son. Bloodstar opened his dull eyes which were rapidly growing dimmer. Bloodstar stared up at Smokekit, the tears continuing to slowly roll down his cheeks.
"Your mother will die if you die. After all, you are all she will have left of me. You are the younger me, the disobediant, stubborn fool of a kit I was too...but because I never listened, I learned things I never would have as someone who did. Being stubborn made me want the things I wanted even more, I developed a brain that could think of all the possible ways to get that. And look where it got me. Cats born fools often turn into heros and great warriors, they can progress through out their lives and get better and better. Cats born warriors and heros have nothing to improve on. They are remembered, yes, but they never make amazing feats like fools turned hero would. Don't change, Smokekit, don't change. For I love you for who you are and I don't ever want you to change. You are a child of mine, born of my own design, a design that is difficult to follow, but in the end, it is worth it. Remember that, my son, and you will succeed in life better than I have ever done. Tell your mother...I'm sorry...I couldn't make it tonight...and that I love her and all of you dearly. I just never knew how to show it."
Bloodstar closed his eyes, though his terrible, shaking, rattling breath showed he was still there. At his pelvic region, his back gave a sharp twist to the side, his hind legs limp and useless. Nearly every inch of him was torn and shredded and yet, while he was alive, he was still the powerful leader who had given everything to save his son who supposedly hated him. But in death, Bloodstar looked like any other broken, lifeless body. Just that...broken...forgotten and gone...forever...
The Accessories
Father of Nightrunner
Sister of Autumnstep (Who I plan on maybe bringing in later)
Pictures:
Full Body. I drew this, no stealing.
Headshot. Cartoon Style. I drew this also. No stealing.
