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Post by wolfkitten on Jun 19, 2009 11:34:34 GMT -5
Name: Sharpstar Definition: Um... The opposite of dull? Leader.
Gender: Tom Clan: ShadowClan Age: 33 moons Rank: Leader
____________Looks: Sharpfang is an unusually large cat. His fur is somewhere between short and medium length and it is all black in color. His paws are quite large which causes the large tom to have to work harder to remain quiet on his paws. He still hasn’t fully mastered the use of them yet, which makes him rather loud and not the best at hunting. Though luckily being quiet isn't what he usually relies on. He is a wonderful fighter, using his size as an advantage. He is young yet and still working on becoming more stealthy in his walk and hunting skills. Sharpfang gets his name because of his unusually long fangs which are a weapon of choice for him in battle. His eyes burn a light amber in color.
____________Persona: Sharpfang is a quiet and thoughtful cat... He always has been. It is very rare to hear him speak, and yet when he does it is usually either very sarcastic, very profound, or both. He is not a gentle cat by any means. He is mean spirited and yet not antagonistic about it. His presence makes any cat, even his own clanmates, quite nervous. Although whether this is because of his daunting size or the aura he puts out that fills other cats with uncertainty, is not known. His true feelings are often not shown and instead he puts on an air of indifference. Yet when it comes down to it, Sharpfang is fiercely loyal and would lay down his life for the cats in his clan.
____________History: Sharpfang's past is a mystery even to him... No one truly knows where the young cat came from except the one cat who found him and brought him into the clan, who was an old elder at the time and didn't live long after that. He didn't share what he had found of the strange large dark kit with anyone, and before he gave him up to the queens he washed his fur very very thouraghly, eliminating most of the scent of his birthclan before bringing him to the queens, saying he found him in the forest... Which was true... Partially.
Sharpfang was born to a WindClan mother and father... He was in the same litter as Snowpelt, in fact. One day he was out of camp with his mother and sister, exploring the territory just outside of camp. Out of no where, a huge storm kicked up and, terrified, the young kit darted away from his mother and sister. He ran full on away, rain drenching his tiny frame until he came to the terrifying Thunder Path. He showed no fear and darted across it, crying out as the harsh surface stung and ripped at his paws. He felt a rumbling and froze, only to feel a huge... Something rush over him! He cried out in pure terror and dashed once again until he was on the other side of that terrifying place.
He didn't stop running, even though he had stumbled into a place where the stench of it clung to his fur, masking his WindClan scent along with the pouring rain. He found shelter under a rather small bush and waited there, trembling until morning. Little did he know, but he was near the ShadowClan territory and in the morning he was found by an old cat who's heart was softened by the terrified and hungry kit. He took him in for the day, cleaning him up and bringing him to the queens. The queen didn't recognize his scent as it was so covered by everything else. But she took him in and suckled him as her own, and so he grew up a proud ShadowClan cat, no one having the slightest clue of where the large kit came from.
He continued to grow and thrive under the care of the queen and he was by far the biggest kit in the nursery. Yet he didn't play much like the others. When he did, he found he managed to hurt the other kits. So he would withdraw and watch, studying for their weaknesses and thinking about how they could be overcome as he got older. He was apprenticed at 6 moons old and trained. He learned rapidly, doing just as he was told until he was dubbed a warrior at 10 moons old. He had learned everything his mentor had to teach him much faster than all the other apprentices had. He was young, but his size didn't allow the other cats to remember that. He was a fierce opponent in any circle and held his place well in his own clan.
He grew to be quite the Warrior in his clan, serving it and protecting it as one should. He never changed, always quite the brooding and quiet one... And yet, somehow, he met the love of his life... Whitefoot was her name... Sarcasm and hatred were her games... Well somehow Sharpfang was lucky enough to get on the good side of the lioness and the two quickly became mates. Together they had a litter of beautiful kits, and began raising them together. Sharpfang always had ambitions to become the Deputy, and sometime the leader of his beloved Clan, and yet that would have to wait, he had a family to tend to... He had also just received his first Apprentice, which he was now working hard to train, while making sure not to be neglectful to his beloved mate and kits.
But then the unthinkable happened... Whitefoot had decided to take the family on an outing. This usually wasn't done, but Whitefoot and Sharpfang wished to show their little ones their favorite place... Little did they know, there were humans around there. There had never been many humans around there! But this time there were... There were humans everywhere! And as soon as they got there, they were spotted... The humans chased them down. Whitefoot and Sharpfang couldn't get far, considering they had their little ones with them, and so they were all captured and carted off.
Well it's been a year now and no word had come from Sharpfang or his beloved family... The family had been split apart and kits and mother taken away, except for one... Nightkit. For some reason they left that little one with her father, taking care of her as a queen would... Sort of. Well at first Sharpfang would bite them and scratch at them every time they came near the little one, but as she grew weaker and weaker, he eventually let them, knowing he couldn't feed her like he should... She grew strong and healthy again in no time, though, and they lived like this for a time. But Sharpfang was ever villigent, looking for a way to escape... While they were there, however, Sharpfang would train his little one as much as he could. True she wasn't likely to get a proper Mentor any time soon, but her father taught her the Warrior Code and as many fighting moves as he could in that cramped space... He didn't want her to be too far behind when they got back. Yes... He was determined to get them home.
Well one day such an opportunity came! The humans got stupid and comfortable that the cats would stay where they were left! Stupid humans... At first chance, Sharpfang nudged Nightkit and dashed off toward the open window, scrambling up and out rapidly. Nightkit was hot on his tail. They heard shouts from the humans behind them, but they were too late! Father and daughter ran for all they were worth, following their noses and their hearts... It would be some time... But soon enough they would make it home...
____________Family: Daughter: Nightkit, Son: Dalmationpaw, who also survived the humans, but Sharpfang doesn't know this yet, Sister: Snowpelt
____________Password: Antidiluvien (Unless it's changed)
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Post by Riversong on Jun 19, 2009 13:55:45 GMT -5
Accepted!
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Post by glitt on Jul 18, 2011 14:40:34 GMT -5
Riversong, I dont think you can accept bios
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