Post by bliss and ignorance™ on Oct 2, 2005 9:50:48 GMT -5
Name: Fallensky
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Jade
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Fallen is a quiet cat, although he enjoys talking with close friends. He’s not really as intelligent as he is wise, in the soft-spoken observer kind of way. He’s usually content where he is in life and cheerful. Because he feels he owes so much to his clan, Fallen would do anything to protect it.
Description: A smallish, well built grey and white tom with a scar-worn muzzle and yellow-green eyes.
History: Fallensky’s life was perhaps not the best a cat could lead. At a young age he was trained by rogues to do their dirty work, killing even a full grown she-cat, once, let alone the countless cats his own age. He was very used to solitude, and enjoyed killing, until the day he was told to off a clanpet named Risensun. He couldn’t bring himself to kill the bright she-cat from Riverclan, and had a few happy meetings with her by the light of Starclan. Very soon the group of vicious rogues found his weakness, and killed the Riverclanner. He was banished from their protection, and, starved and cold, he found himself finally at the camp of Jadeclan. He was accepted at the age of eight moons, and quickly apprenticed, taking the name of Fallenpaw. Despite his bloodied claws, Fallen keeps an overall happy demeanor, for he’s thankful he could create a new future in Jadeclan.
IC: [feh]
A golden tabby pelt wove its way through weeds and tall grass, paws barely allowing a sound. She appeared through the foliage, grinning at him. He tried to grin back, but couldn’t. He wanted so much to see her happy face, but he kept his gaze you the ground.
“Risensun… please. Go now.” He murmured. She purred, and stepped closer.
“Haze? Are you alright?” she pressed her soft fur against his grey tattered pelt.
“Go!” he hissed, suddenly and with an unwanted snarl. Risensun leapt back in surprise, gaping at her friend.
“Haze…” her speech was cut short by the snarl of the largest tom she had ever seen.
“Haze indeed,” he hissed, smirking. “And you must be Risensun?” he added, smirking. A few other enormous toms appeared behind him. Without warning, the leader rose a paw and brought it down quickly upon the she-cat’s tabbied forehead. She fell to the ground, and he immediately began to rip the flesh from her throat. He watched, stunned.
“Pitch…” said the small tom, disbelieving. The larger tom spun around to face him.
“Never utter my name again!” he shrieked, and awarded the same glancing blow to Haze as he had to the she-cat.
The last thing he felt was blood dribbling from his mouth…
Fallensky woke, shuddering. It had been so long ago… he rose, and stretched. The moon was still high in the sky. Sighing, the grey tom laid himself down on the bed, yawning. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get to sleep, but he might as well try.
Codeword: -gasp- Could it be… *I take it out*
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