Post by //Krad's Darkness\\ on Oct 2, 2005 22:42:55 GMT -5
Name: Krad
Age: Around 60 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: None
Rank: None
Personality: Krad is old, and often uses that fact as a reason why he says things. He is wise, as old cats are, and has patience that many other younger cats would envy. He has a sharp tongue but is slow to anger, and he takes pride in the fact that he has never drawn blood from another cat. Bruised, yes, but never bled. He his mostly calm and patient, and quite willing to help whoever comes his way.
Picture(optional): www.warrenphotographic.co.uk/seeitall/mediums/04800.jpg
Description: Krad is a sleek black cat with just a few white hairs thrown onto his chest. His eyes are very complicated, with an amber outer circle mixing with flecks of green. His muzzle is tinged with gray, and his eyes hold a deep, deep sorrow.
History: Krad has been a loner for as long as he can remember. His mother was a clancat, and his father a rogue... Which is strange, considering their clam, patient son. At first the rogue father raised Krad, until other rogues began to detest his softness and wise demeanor. They banded together one night, and sought out the black kit to kill him. Krad's father fought to the death with the band of rogues, and just as he died, Krad's mother bounded in, snatched her kit, and ran off. She was never seen again, but the black kit could often be spotted aimlessly roaming the hills.
IC: Amber-green eyes blinked shut, and the black body's steady rise and fall slowed until it was barely moving. The only movement that came from the sleeping cat was the occasional twitch of the tail, which could never be completely stilled. Although he seemed untroubled from the outside, Krad's dreams were filled with terror...
A loner with a beautifully long white coat and haunting pink eyes stood on the hill before him, her fur blowing serenely in the gentle breeze. Her mouth was open, and blood dripped steadily from several wounds that peppered her otherwise flawless body. "Krad..." hissed the wind, swirling suddenly around the black loner's body. "Why didn't you save me? You watched as I died..." Krad's usually calm eyes widened with shock. "Akasha?" he meowed tentatively. "No! I didn't! I was unconcious!" he yowled, grief flooding his words. The white loner shook her head sadly, and dissapeared.
"Nooo..." the sleek black shape meowed, and the eyes fluttered open again. Krad heaved himself to his feet, and trotted away.
Codeword: * PASSWORD THEIF ! *
Other: Nothin'
Age: Around 60 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: None
Rank: None
Personality: Krad is old, and often uses that fact as a reason why he says things. He is wise, as old cats are, and has patience that many other younger cats would envy. He has a sharp tongue but is slow to anger, and he takes pride in the fact that he has never drawn blood from another cat. Bruised, yes, but never bled. He his mostly calm and patient, and quite willing to help whoever comes his way.
Picture(optional): www.warrenphotographic.co.uk/seeitall/mediums/04800.jpg
Description: Krad is a sleek black cat with just a few white hairs thrown onto his chest. His eyes are very complicated, with an amber outer circle mixing with flecks of green. His muzzle is tinged with gray, and his eyes hold a deep, deep sorrow.
History: Krad has been a loner for as long as he can remember. His mother was a clancat, and his father a rogue... Which is strange, considering their clam, patient son. At first the rogue father raised Krad, until other rogues began to detest his softness and wise demeanor. They banded together one night, and sought out the black kit to kill him. Krad's father fought to the death with the band of rogues, and just as he died, Krad's mother bounded in, snatched her kit, and ran off. She was never seen again, but the black kit could often be spotted aimlessly roaming the hills.
IC: Amber-green eyes blinked shut, and the black body's steady rise and fall slowed until it was barely moving. The only movement that came from the sleeping cat was the occasional twitch of the tail, which could never be completely stilled. Although he seemed untroubled from the outside, Krad's dreams were filled with terror...
A loner with a beautifully long white coat and haunting pink eyes stood on the hill before him, her fur blowing serenely in the gentle breeze. Her mouth was open, and blood dripped steadily from several wounds that peppered her otherwise flawless body. "Krad..." hissed the wind, swirling suddenly around the black loner's body. "Why didn't you save me? You watched as I died..." Krad's usually calm eyes widened with shock. "Akasha?" he meowed tentatively. "No! I didn't! I was unconcious!" he yowled, grief flooding his words. The white loner shook her head sadly, and dissapeared.
"Nooo..." the sleek black shape meowed, and the eyes fluttered open again. Krad heaved himself to his feet, and trotted away.
Codeword: * PASSWORD THEIF ! *
Other: Nothin'
