Post by Brackentail on Jan 27, 2008 15:18:59 GMT -5
Name: Darkfang
Age: 20 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Darkfang is a dark brown tom with a darker brown stripe. His fur is a medium-length. The stripe is so dark that it is almost black. is stripe starts at the middle of the back of his neck, and it runs down his back to his tail tip.
Darkfang has a muscular figure. He is pretty large, and was the biggest kit in the litter when he was born. He has a deep scar on his shoulder from a fight with stray dogs. His eyes are a deep, dark amber color that often intimidate those who are a lower rank than him.
Personality: Darkfang has a very hostile personality. He's cold and cruel, and doesn't take mercy on anyone. He is very alert, and is never afraid to take action. He easily gets carried away with things, especially in battle.
His voice carries a deep, menacing tone. With his voice, Darkfang could easily find pleasure in scaring someone off with a warning.
Darkfang perfers dark to light. When it's a very bright, sunny day, you'll probably find him in the den or under a tree. He often prefers being alone, because he hates loud noises and being pestered.
History: In his past, Darkfang faced many dark days.
As a kit, Darkfang ended up as an orphan. His father, from GustClan, left him near the Echo Hill when he was four moons old. His mother had died giving birth to him. When a NightClan warrior found him, they took him into the Clan.
When Darkfang reached six moons, he had his apprentice ceremony. During the ceremony, it was interrupted -- a fox had invaded the territory. Luckily, the warriors drove it off before Darkfang could get damaged. Since then, Darkfang has accepted the fact that things can happen whenever you least expect them to happen, and that has been one of his mottos from that moment. Later, he took his assessment, passed, and proudly earned his warrior name.
After hard training, Darkpaw finally became Darkfang. He became very greedy for control and power after receiving his new name. Bossing around apprentice and kits that strayed from the nursery... this was fun for him. One time, he got carried away and called an elder "worthless foxdung"; of course, he was punished for his disrespectful tone.
With his new greedy personality, Darkfang eventually decided something: he wanted to be leader of NightClan. When he formed a plan and went into action, a flaw occured: dogs were in Darkfang's way. Thinking that Darfang had invaded their territory, the dogs attacked.
Darkfang fought and weakened one of the three enough so that it couldn't move as much and attack again. With the other two, he ran to the edge of a cliff. Quickly, he steered away before he fell over himself. The dogs stumbled on their big paws, and fell over the cliff. After fighting the dogs, Darkfang got a large scar on his shoulder.
Even after realizing how much responsibility he would have -- especially when enemies attacked -- Darkfang's dreams of becoming Clan leader thrived, and he still wishes to be a leader some day.
Role Play Example: The breezes stood still; nothing stirred. Cold air surrounded the NightClan warrior, Darkfang. His amber eyes skimmed the clearing -- nothing seemed to be there. Smirking, he stood up and stretched. He'd been stiff after hiding in the shadows for so long. He padded out of his hiding place and looked up to the sky. It looked pretty cloudy; just how he liked it. Darkfang looked around once more, double-checking that no one was there. He saw nothing, but he crouched into a stalking position as he walked ahead.
Other: Not the best I could do, but oh well. x3
Age: 20 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Darkfang is a dark brown tom with a darker brown stripe. His fur is a medium-length. The stripe is so dark that it is almost black. is stripe starts at the middle of the back of his neck, and it runs down his back to his tail tip.
Darkfang has a muscular figure. He is pretty large, and was the biggest kit in the litter when he was born. He has a deep scar on his shoulder from a fight with stray dogs. His eyes are a deep, dark amber color that often intimidate those who are a lower rank than him.
Personality: Darkfang has a very hostile personality. He's cold and cruel, and doesn't take mercy on anyone. He is very alert, and is never afraid to take action. He easily gets carried away with things, especially in battle.
His voice carries a deep, menacing tone. With his voice, Darkfang could easily find pleasure in scaring someone off with a warning.
Darkfang perfers dark to light. When it's a very bright, sunny day, you'll probably find him in the den or under a tree. He often prefers being alone, because he hates loud noises and being pestered.
History: In his past, Darkfang faced many dark days.
As a kit, Darkfang ended up as an orphan. His father, from GustClan, left him near the Echo Hill when he was four moons old. His mother had died giving birth to him. When a NightClan warrior found him, they took him into the Clan.
When Darkfang reached six moons, he had his apprentice ceremony. During the ceremony, it was interrupted -- a fox had invaded the territory. Luckily, the warriors drove it off before Darkfang could get damaged. Since then, Darkfang has accepted the fact that things can happen whenever you least expect them to happen, and that has been one of his mottos from that moment. Later, he took his assessment, passed, and proudly earned his warrior name.
After hard training, Darkpaw finally became Darkfang. He became very greedy for control and power after receiving his new name. Bossing around apprentice and kits that strayed from the nursery... this was fun for him. One time, he got carried away and called an elder "worthless foxdung"; of course, he was punished for his disrespectful tone.
With his new greedy personality, Darkfang eventually decided something: he wanted to be leader of NightClan. When he formed a plan and went into action, a flaw occured: dogs were in Darkfang's way. Thinking that Darfang had invaded their territory, the dogs attacked.
Darkfang fought and weakened one of the three enough so that it couldn't move as much and attack again. With the other two, he ran to the edge of a cliff. Quickly, he steered away before he fell over himself. The dogs stumbled on their big paws, and fell over the cliff. After fighting the dogs, Darkfang got a large scar on his shoulder.
Even after realizing how much responsibility he would have -- especially when enemies attacked -- Darkfang's dreams of becoming Clan leader thrived, and he still wishes to be a leader some day.
Role Play Example: The breezes stood still; nothing stirred. Cold air surrounded the NightClan warrior, Darkfang. His amber eyes skimmed the clearing -- nothing seemed to be there. Smirking, he stood up and stretched. He'd been stiff after hiding in the shadows for so long. He padded out of his hiding place and looked up to the sky. It looked pretty cloudy; just how he liked it. Darkfang looked around once more, double-checking that no one was there. He saw nothing, but he crouched into a stalking position as he walked ahead.
Other: Not the best I could do, but oh well. x3
