Post by Night on Jan 24, 2008 21:21:16 GMT -5
.:The Stars Called Me:.
Owlpaw
.:The Moon has Passed me:.
8 times
.:From the Earth I came:.
Tomcat
.:In the Clan I am:.
Apprentice
.:I owe my loyalty to:.
Boneclan
.:I’ve been laid out:.
My pelt is about medium length and a deep brown. Lighter brown tinges my chest and the lower half of all four of my ligaments. My stomach is gray and light brown. Black tabby stripes mark me all down my spine and tail as well as down my legs. Three stripes go over the top of my head and down into my tan muzzle. My ears are very sharp and at the ends they’re pitch black. I may not be the nicest cat and that shows on my already scarred muzzle. More than one cat has tried to put me in my place, but I refuse to go. On my snout there are four parallel scars that run down to my chin. These make my snarl even fiercer.
I am not a large tomcat but I have broad and strong shoulders and a deep chest. My claws are long and black and curl in deadly hooks on my paws. A few of them are stained white, lets hope you don’t get close enough to find out which ones those are. One of my most distinguishing features would have to be the two huge scars that run the length of my shoulders. They’re feathered looking and very deep and gruesome. The ending result of the silver scars would be the appearance of two huge wings across my shoulders. One more feature I forgot to mention to you would have to be my eyes. Two pools of liquid fire, burning amber and always ready for a fight. Flecks of gold mark through my burning amber eyes and make them seem to sparkle. There are very few who can stand to look directly into them, but I’m not one to judge them… to harshly at least.
.:My most Precious Thoughts:.
Now I’m not your average apprentice, well I’m just not your average anything. Many would say that I’m cruel and ruthless, but they just don’t know anything about me at all. I am stubborn and hot headed and don’t take much of anything from anyone. This includes the warriors. I’ve been known to pick fights with the younger ones, and they don’t quite like that. I hate it when they condescend me. I am very easily angered and jump to conclusions. That’s one of my weaknesses I suppose, but I’ll live with it for now. I’m one of a kind and that’s for sure.
Still when I’m not around those who bring out the worst in me I can be laidback and rather funny. I’m loyal to the end and won’t give into anything or anyone. I can be funny and kind and very caring. It takes awhile to break my tough exterior though, so get ready for a fight. Just a warning, I use claws. I’m a great cat but I have an angry streak that runs deep. I guess having no one who understands me has put a damper on my mood.
.:Pick Up the Pieces and Build me a Puzzle:.
Born to Wingtip and Sparrowflight of Boneclan, Owlpaw was one of two kits. The other was his sister Petalkit. Both of them grew up well and when they turned five moons were already getting excited for becoming apprentices. In their excitement they snuck out of camp and went exploring. Put simply Owlpaw and Petalkit ran into a couple of foxes. Owlpaw had tried to protect Petalkit but in the end they both began running back to camp. Upon reaching the camp Owlpaw noticed that Petalkit was gone, and gone forever. It wasn’t long before his mother was also gone. Soon enough the foxes were driven off, but his father was furious. He always supposed that’s where he got his anger from.
In his father’s anger he’d attacked Owlpaw. The scars across his shoulders are from his own father and always brought back the accusation that he’d killed his mother and sister. After his father attacked him the great warrior was driven from the camp and forced into living as a rogue. He hasn’t seen him since, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not still there. Now Owlpaw is an apprentice and bitter at the fact that he was left alone. He hates getting to close to any cat for fear that he will only bring them pain. Try and break down the walls, but you might not like what you find there.
.:Watch me and my Deeds:.
-Character Squallheart from Warriors the Magnificent-
Squallheart's wicked smirk stayed placed upon his maw as he listened to Fogstar's words. Like his father? Sure but he was no submissive like his father was, he was leading the horror that would soon unfold upon these clans that have no use for a tom like himself, one who wants power, but will never achieve such a thing. He gave a small yawn before he said," Fogstar, Pouncequick is a weak heart, he'll follow you to the death. He might even follow that she that he has before you, I'd look into that. I could fight you Fogstar but than that'd ruin all of my fun." He stepped from the darkness of Fogstar's den, blood was dried into his long black pelt and over his muzzle. It stained his silver claws red as he stepped towards Fogstar. Sitting down he continued to speak," You see Fogstar I am not too much like my father. He was one for just killing. Kill Saptail, kill Littlestripe, kill Sunbeam. Killing is a messy buisness and gives one an adreniline rush, but torture...ah that's the best. Foxfire had ben lying there for quite some time, I was sure he'd be dead already, but oh well he can live, you can't lose everyone who's dear to you." He sneered before he glanced towards the tired Paint who was bringing Foxfire to the medicine cat's den. Small smile curled across his face before he said," Though I'm sure if I took her you wouldn't mind too much, would you Foggy? I'm greatful for the chance you gave me to be part of the clan, but you could never provide me with challenges and power to reach my full potential. I could of easily gotten rid of Foxfire and made it look like an accident and done that with any other deputy you chose until it was me who was your deputy, but I find that too much work and waiting." Standing and stretching his legs he flicked his tail and a smaller long haired ebon she walked from the shadows of the camp wall. Her amber eyes flickered with malice as she came to Squallheart's side. Unknown to most of the camp this was the she that Pouncequick had first took as his mate, and than he'd left her after she'd had his kits. With a small yawn Squallheart said," I will leave the camp Fogstar, but not for fear of you or your warriors for I know many who hate them. I'm leaving because it was my plan all along, but first I think I want to do something." With that he leapt towards the side before he headed towards Paint, a glint in his eyes. He'd take away more than one thing from Fogstar if he could manage.
Owlpaw
.:The Moon has Passed me:.
8 times
.:From the Earth I came:.
Tomcat
.:In the Clan I am:.
Apprentice
.:I owe my loyalty to:.
Boneclan
.:I’ve been laid out:.
My pelt is about medium length and a deep brown. Lighter brown tinges my chest and the lower half of all four of my ligaments. My stomach is gray and light brown. Black tabby stripes mark me all down my spine and tail as well as down my legs. Three stripes go over the top of my head and down into my tan muzzle. My ears are very sharp and at the ends they’re pitch black. I may not be the nicest cat and that shows on my already scarred muzzle. More than one cat has tried to put me in my place, but I refuse to go. On my snout there are four parallel scars that run down to my chin. These make my snarl even fiercer.
I am not a large tomcat but I have broad and strong shoulders and a deep chest. My claws are long and black and curl in deadly hooks on my paws. A few of them are stained white, lets hope you don’t get close enough to find out which ones those are. One of my most distinguishing features would have to be the two huge scars that run the length of my shoulders. They’re feathered looking and very deep and gruesome. The ending result of the silver scars would be the appearance of two huge wings across my shoulders. One more feature I forgot to mention to you would have to be my eyes. Two pools of liquid fire, burning amber and always ready for a fight. Flecks of gold mark through my burning amber eyes and make them seem to sparkle. There are very few who can stand to look directly into them, but I’m not one to judge them… to harshly at least.
.:My most Precious Thoughts:.
Now I’m not your average apprentice, well I’m just not your average anything. Many would say that I’m cruel and ruthless, but they just don’t know anything about me at all. I am stubborn and hot headed and don’t take much of anything from anyone. This includes the warriors. I’ve been known to pick fights with the younger ones, and they don’t quite like that. I hate it when they condescend me. I am very easily angered and jump to conclusions. That’s one of my weaknesses I suppose, but I’ll live with it for now. I’m one of a kind and that’s for sure.
Still when I’m not around those who bring out the worst in me I can be laidback and rather funny. I’m loyal to the end and won’t give into anything or anyone. I can be funny and kind and very caring. It takes awhile to break my tough exterior though, so get ready for a fight. Just a warning, I use claws. I’m a great cat but I have an angry streak that runs deep. I guess having no one who understands me has put a damper on my mood.
.:Pick Up the Pieces and Build me a Puzzle:.
Born to Wingtip and Sparrowflight of Boneclan, Owlpaw was one of two kits. The other was his sister Petalkit. Both of them grew up well and when they turned five moons were already getting excited for becoming apprentices. In their excitement they snuck out of camp and went exploring. Put simply Owlpaw and Petalkit ran into a couple of foxes. Owlpaw had tried to protect Petalkit but in the end they both began running back to camp. Upon reaching the camp Owlpaw noticed that Petalkit was gone, and gone forever. It wasn’t long before his mother was also gone. Soon enough the foxes were driven off, but his father was furious. He always supposed that’s where he got his anger from.
In his father’s anger he’d attacked Owlpaw. The scars across his shoulders are from his own father and always brought back the accusation that he’d killed his mother and sister. After his father attacked him the great warrior was driven from the camp and forced into living as a rogue. He hasn’t seen him since, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not still there. Now Owlpaw is an apprentice and bitter at the fact that he was left alone. He hates getting to close to any cat for fear that he will only bring them pain. Try and break down the walls, but you might not like what you find there.
.:Watch me and my Deeds:.
-Character Squallheart from Warriors the Magnificent-
Squallheart's wicked smirk stayed placed upon his maw as he listened to Fogstar's words. Like his father? Sure but he was no submissive like his father was, he was leading the horror that would soon unfold upon these clans that have no use for a tom like himself, one who wants power, but will never achieve such a thing. He gave a small yawn before he said," Fogstar, Pouncequick is a weak heart, he'll follow you to the death. He might even follow that she that he has before you, I'd look into that. I could fight you Fogstar but than that'd ruin all of my fun." He stepped from the darkness of Fogstar's den, blood was dried into his long black pelt and over his muzzle. It stained his silver claws red as he stepped towards Fogstar. Sitting down he continued to speak," You see Fogstar I am not too much like my father. He was one for just killing. Kill Saptail, kill Littlestripe, kill Sunbeam. Killing is a messy buisness and gives one an adreniline rush, but torture...ah that's the best. Foxfire had ben lying there for quite some time, I was sure he'd be dead already, but oh well he can live, you can't lose everyone who's dear to you." He sneered before he glanced towards the tired Paint who was bringing Foxfire to the medicine cat's den. Small smile curled across his face before he said," Though I'm sure if I took her you wouldn't mind too much, would you Foggy? I'm greatful for the chance you gave me to be part of the clan, but you could never provide me with challenges and power to reach my full potential. I could of easily gotten rid of Foxfire and made it look like an accident and done that with any other deputy you chose until it was me who was your deputy, but I find that too much work and waiting." Standing and stretching his legs he flicked his tail and a smaller long haired ebon she walked from the shadows of the camp wall. Her amber eyes flickered with malice as she came to Squallheart's side. Unknown to most of the camp this was the she that Pouncequick had first took as his mate, and than he'd left her after she'd had his kits. With a small yawn Squallheart said," I will leave the camp Fogstar, but not for fear of you or your warriors for I know many who hate them. I'm leaving because it was my plan all along, but first I think I want to do something." With that he leapt towards the side before he headed towards Paint, a glint in his eyes. He'd take away more than one thing from Fogstar if he could manage.
