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Post by dusky on May 21, 2009 19:16:13 GMT -5
[Duskstar | Alias: Darksnake]
[Dusk-the time after sunset before the moon truely rises;; Star- title of authority;; Dark- enitire or partical darkness;; Snake- a serpintine reptile, in ledgend normally depicting evil]
[Male]
[Thunderclan]
[26 moons]
[Warrior]
____________[LOOKS]
Tight, rock hard muscles wrap around broad shoulders, the base for a strong, powerful neck and thick, strong front legs, then desend down the tom's spine in a thinning motion, making him look fit, healthy, and not to brawny. Then those same strong muscles wrap around powerful back legs and hind feet, before desending into a long sweeping tail. Fluffy duck colored fur layers this skulpted body, it is of the same palet as the sky just after sunset, not black, but not white, a pacid mixture falling into the very middle of the variation. Dusty white fibers wind around massive paws, and at the base of ones tail, while more clear snow white fur covers ones muzzle and chin, desending into a dusty gray mass of fur on his chest. Whisps of white fur dapple his stomach.
Long, thorn shap black claws are able to slide from powerful paws, eaily helping the agile form with it's blazing amber eyes, the same hue as the most firey sunset, while over sized auds twitch when they pick up sounds that were lest detected by any other. A small black nose accents a handsome, spotless muzzle, and sits squarely between to round eyes, curving up to the tom's to over sized ears.
Long fibers blanket the tom's sweeping tail as he is covered with a thick pelt, his fisique is strong, but his expressions are generally kind, gentle, with an ever present insane glint to his eyes.
____________[PERSONA]
An air of mystery shrouds tis tom, his persona is one of particular complexity. On the outside this cat looks calm, placid, and most times loving and kind. Gentle with kits, he wearings a soft smile ajacent to the softness of a kittypet basking on ones porch in june. But on the inside this tom seethes with a hunger for power, a flame no one can douse. He twitches internally, voices eating at his phsyce, as he plots the doom of all the clans, watching, waiting, gaining trust so he can ultimately spill their blood over the ground he walks on. Though he never slips with his ruse, when he is alone, he is like an addict without a fix. He'd do anything for just one high, a sip from his beloved stream, or an adders bite.
Though this cat may seem lik you best friend, he waits for the day you drop your gaurd, so he can strike.
____________[HISTORY]
Duskkit was a kind kit, but shrouded by mystery.
When he was found by a hunting patrol near snake rocks, he was thought to be dead, but apon further inspection, the cats found him alive. No scent but that of fresh milk graced his pelt, so Thunderclan took the tiny kit in. The patrol failed to notice one thing though, the dark colored snake lying dead near the kit, it's jugular peirced by two tiny fangs.
Given his name of "Dusk" for his pelt, he grew never knowing one she-cat as his mother, he quickly relized he was not part of this clan, and even though this should have saddened the young tom, it drove him forward with a burning power that almost consumed him. As Duskpaw, he thrived to prove he was as loyal as any Thunderclan cat, but over the moons of his apperenticeship, he began to wonder if his clan truely trusted him. He became a warrior at the age of 13 moons, oddly old for one so promising.
A moon into his warriorship, Duskpelt was bitten by a dark colored snake, and strangely, he recovered. During his recovery though, he suffered insane delusions which he thought were messages from Starclan. Driven by this new thought, he stole away from his clan, and went to the moonstone on his own.
But he never truely got the the stone, instead he found a small cavern with a stream of black "water" dripping from a crack in the wall. Seeing this as some other sign, he drank frm the stream. It made him sick from just one lap, but the visions came back to his joy. He stayed in this cavern, drinking from the "stream" from time to time.
For 5 moons he stayed in the twisting tunnels of the mountian, His syptoms of paranioa worsened. The "water" in which he drank was poison, but somehow he was less affected then otehr cats would have been. He bean to hear the voices regularaly, they called him Darksnake. Taking this as his new name, he forgot about being Duskpelt the loyal warrior, and focused on being Darksnake, the destroyer.
throughout the moons with the pitch blackness, his eye sight and hearing improved tenfold, no doubt egged on by the mysterious "water".the dust from the caverns floor painted his feet a dusty white.
When he finally desided to return to Thunderclan, he wove an intracit tale of how he had been captured by rogues and forced to stay with them. Then battling his way to freedom, he had finally returned to his beloved clan. His clanmated welcomed him with open, loving arms for their young hero.
It has now been five moons since he has returned, and now he is starting to plot aginst his clan, now that their trust and love has been renewed. Slowly, the once loving, loyal, innocent tom, is sucumbing to his own insanity.
____________[IC]
'The return'
The trees around the wiry tom seemed forigen now, his home was the mountain now, but he did not care, he was hear for a purpose, he was here to conquer.
A rabbit dangling limply from his strong jaws, he dragged it gracefully toward the reveine, acting as if he had never been gone. Nimbling adding over the racks and down to the gorse tunnel, he went over his story once more in his head, making sure it was flawless, and he found it was.
The dusky tom glided easily threw the tunnel, rabbit still firmly grasped in his teeth as he stepped into the open, his expression the same as any warrior returning from a hunting patrol. Heading for the fresh-kill pile, he heard the murmurs began to rise, as cats stood and padded tentively to him, inhaling his scent and looking at him with curiousity in their eyes. He dropped his prey and turning to his clan mates, he gave a loving smiled, squinting a little, his eye shining with affection. "I'm home.
____________[FAMILY]
UNKNOWN
____________[PASSWORD]
ANTEDILUVIAN
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Post by Crane on May 22, 2009 3:49:54 GMT -5
Up for adoption due to inactivity.
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Post by xx snakey on Oct 22, 2009 18:46:24 GMT -5
Dusky said i could have him... so um, may i adopt him?
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Post by Silver on Oct 22, 2009 19:12:33 GMT -5
He's yours! *locks and accepts*
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