Post by {V} on Mar 28, 2011 22:38:33 GMT -5
Your Cats name: V
Age: Twenty Four Moons
Gender: Male
Clan:. Loner
Rank: --
Description: V is a suave piece of feline architecture. He has no bloodline, therefore, he has a mixup of shapes and sizes. He has a rather lithe form, he isn't too plump nor is he emaciated. He is decked out in a fur, mostly covered in a rich, milky white, only to have sections blocked by deep black. A patch here and there is all it is: two over his eyes, one on his back, three on three different limbs, ect. He watches you with earthy eyes. "Earthy" meaning a green with rings of brown. There is one thing about V that is different. Or more then one thing.. Down his left shoulder his milk white fur is marred by four pink scars. They start at the base of his shoulders and run down to the start of his "elbow". Around his left ear, there are many small scars, but the most prominant is the "V" carved into the fur on his cheek. And he has no idea how he got them.
Personality: Before the fall, V was a kind and gentle creature. Nothing really scared him, and he was a strong fighter. He never wanted to flee. He could be headstrong, yes he was cocky and he always wanted to be first.
Now he is cautious. He is still kind and gentle, but only to a points. He trusts no one, and everything scares him. He isn't cocky, because nothing good every comes from it. He is apprehensive and fiesty. He hasn't lost any of his fighting abilities, but he rarely fights. He knows his scars and he knows he got them somehow, and he doesn't want more.
Above all, he is frustrated and angry. Frustrated that he doesn't know who he is. Angry that he can't figure it out.
He is scared, because there were the ones that perused him.
He is confused because he doesn't know who he is.
History: He once was SilverThorn, the daring, and sometimes stupid, son of a warrior of the ShadowClan. He was bright and willing. He finished his apprenticeship well before any of the others in his class. SilverThorn had his life planned out for him. As a rising warrior, he had his sights set on leading, and he was becoming fast friends with both the Deputy and the Leader. He was the protégé.
The day it happened is a day not many will forget, but he will.
SilverThorn and two companions were out hunting. Well, they were more playing. They joked and laughed as the wandered about through the trees. When it happened, it happened so fast. He was wondering about the rocks, teasing the others about not following his magnificent lead. The others urged him to come off the rocks, they didn't look stable. But he didn't listen.
The moss was slick, and when he fell, he fell hard, hitting rocks and fallen tree limbs till he hit the earth. Hard. He wasn't moving. The others panicked and one ran for help. Hours dragged by without him moving or making a sound. His breath came easy, but there was still uncertainty.
When SilverThorn did come around, something had happened. He didn't say anything, he just watched everyone. There was something panicky in his eyes. He quietly had conversations with the medicine cat, but refused to eat anything. He didn't trust them. He was on edge. Then he was screaming at them to get away from him. Screaming, hissing and wailing. They tried to help him, but he ran. An older cat tackled and pinned him, but in his blind state of panic, he managed to writhe his way out and run.
The medecine cat confirmed their fears. He had asked several times where he was, who they were, and the last question he had asked was who he was.
He didn't remember anything...
Other:
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Age: Twenty Four Moons
Gender: Male
Clan:. Loner
Rank: --
Description: V is a suave piece of feline architecture. He has no bloodline, therefore, he has a mixup of shapes and sizes. He has a rather lithe form, he isn't too plump nor is he emaciated. He is decked out in a fur, mostly covered in a rich, milky white, only to have sections blocked by deep black. A patch here and there is all it is: two over his eyes, one on his back, three on three different limbs, ect. He watches you with earthy eyes. "Earthy" meaning a green with rings of brown. There is one thing about V that is different. Or more then one thing.. Down his left shoulder his milk white fur is marred by four pink scars. They start at the base of his shoulders and run down to the start of his "elbow". Around his left ear, there are many small scars, but the most prominant is the "V" carved into the fur on his cheek. And he has no idea how he got them.
Personality: Before the fall, V was a kind and gentle creature. Nothing really scared him, and he was a strong fighter. He never wanted to flee. He could be headstrong, yes he was cocky and he always wanted to be first.
Now he is cautious. He is still kind and gentle, but only to a points. He trusts no one, and everything scares him. He isn't cocky, because nothing good every comes from it. He is apprehensive and fiesty. He hasn't lost any of his fighting abilities, but he rarely fights. He knows his scars and he knows he got them somehow, and he doesn't want more.
Above all, he is frustrated and angry. Frustrated that he doesn't know who he is. Angry that he can't figure it out.
He is scared, because there were the ones that perused him.
He is confused because he doesn't know who he is.
History: He once was SilverThorn, the daring, and sometimes stupid, son of a warrior of the ShadowClan. He was bright and willing. He finished his apprenticeship well before any of the others in his class. SilverThorn had his life planned out for him. As a rising warrior, he had his sights set on leading, and he was becoming fast friends with both the Deputy and the Leader. He was the protégé.
The day it happened is a day not many will forget, but he will.
SilverThorn and two companions were out hunting. Well, they were more playing. They joked and laughed as the wandered about through the trees. When it happened, it happened so fast. He was wondering about the rocks, teasing the others about not following his magnificent lead. The others urged him to come off the rocks, they didn't look stable. But he didn't listen.
The moss was slick, and when he fell, he fell hard, hitting rocks and fallen tree limbs till he hit the earth. Hard. He wasn't moving. The others panicked and one ran for help. Hours dragged by without him moving or making a sound. His breath came easy, but there was still uncertainty.
When SilverThorn did come around, something had happened. He didn't say anything, he just watched everyone. There was something panicky in his eyes. He quietly had conversations with the medicine cat, but refused to eat anything. He didn't trust them. He was on edge. Then he was screaming at them to get away from him. Screaming, hissing and wailing. They tried to help him, but he ran. An older cat tackled and pinned him, but in his blind state of panic, he managed to writhe his way out and run.
The medecine cat confirmed their fears. He had asked several times where he was, who they were, and the last question he had asked was who he was.
He didn't remember anything...
Other:
Hey there! I'm V and that's also V! He's my like.. baby.. haha. Just so you guys know -- this all happened on the first warriors role play I joined ages ago. SilverThorn is kind of paranoid and he's sort of an idiot. xD If you guys want -- i could probably dig up the posts where all of this went down. :3 I would be happy to. Digging up old posts is fun. lol
<3V
