Post by Grayshadow on Mar 23, 2013 21:12:58 GMT -5
NAME
Grayshadow
AGE AND RANK!
38 Moons old- Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION!
A broad shouldered dark gray tabby tom with ice blue eyes
FULL DESCRIPTION!
PERSONALITY!
Grayshadow is probably the epitome of what a ShadowClan cat is. A dark mysterious, troubled, tough, tom who has a dark past. (but we'll get into that later...) He wears a crooked smirk or a frown most of the time. He usually carries himself with a idgac attitude. He lives for the thrill of the battle. Fighting brings out the best in him. He also has a sarcastic sense of humor when around cats he truly "likes" which aren't many. He was betrayed by someone who he loved. He just basically keeps to himself and takes care of his Clan. He can be extremely hateful to those who either disobey or anger him.
To say the tom is ambitious is an understatement but not overly so like someone in his family long ago. He only wants to serve his clan the best way he can. Grayshadow can not be described as a follower in any way. He is a leader type cat and most cats realize that off the bat. That being said, the dark tabby knows he'll be deputy then leader someday.
HISTORY!
He was born to Shadowcloud and Nightstorm. His only other sibling was Icekit, his brother. Gray was born into a family that was not so happy with him at first. He was different, too different. His taste in everything wasn't normal..his passions weren't normal. Graykit's parents died by the paws of a rouge named Blade. He swore from that moment on to get vengence. He had one brother named Iceheart but killed him when they were named warriors.
His mentor's name was Onyxheart who was like the father, Grayshadow never had. They were very close. Onyxheart was a very respected warrior of ShadowClan but caught a cold that turned into whitecough then into deadly greencough. Grayshadow was made a warrior the night before Onyxheart died. He kept vigil two nights in a row. First for his warrior ceremony and second the night his mentor died.
Grayshadow fell in love with a she-cat named Warheart who was the only she-cat to ever capture his heart truly and fully. Warheart was a member of ShadowClan but something happened and now he guards his heart with a fierce passion that no one can withstand. Grayshadow swore he'd never love any she-cat again.
Tigerclaw/star is his great great grandfather and perhaps that's where Grayshadow has gotten his bloodlust from. Jayfrost is his grandfather who lurks in his mind when the red beast clouds his mind. Blood is something the warrior craves secretly but usually controls it quite well as long as Jayfrost isn't around to disrupt his judgement.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE!
Dark as hell
Can't find my way
Grayshadow
AGE AND RANK!
38 Moons old- Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION!
A broad shouldered dark gray tabby tom with ice blue eyes
FULL DESCRIPTION!
A short haired dark gray tabby with cold ice blue eyes, slightly bigger than normal male cats but lean and strong, Along his spine is a darker stripe. a scar runs under his left eye from long ago., he looks like a gray American shorthair tabby, he has a deep low voice, and not skinny but not on the fat side either.
PERSONALITY!
Grayshadow is probably the epitome of what a ShadowClan cat is. A dark mysterious, troubled, tough, tom who has a dark past. (but we'll get into that later...) He wears a crooked smirk or a frown most of the time. He usually carries himself with a idgac attitude. He lives for the thrill of the battle. Fighting brings out the best in him. He also has a sarcastic sense of humor when around cats he truly "likes" which aren't many. He was betrayed by someone who he loved. He just basically keeps to himself and takes care of his Clan. He can be extremely hateful to those who either disobey or anger him.
To say the tom is ambitious is an understatement but not overly so like someone in his family long ago. He only wants to serve his clan the best way he can. Grayshadow can not be described as a follower in any way. He is a leader type cat and most cats realize that off the bat. That being said, the dark tabby knows he'll be deputy then leader someday.
HISTORY!
He was born to Shadowcloud and Nightstorm. His only other sibling was Icekit, his brother. Gray was born into a family that was not so happy with him at first. He was different, too different. His taste in everything wasn't normal..his passions weren't normal. Graykit's parents died by the paws of a rouge named Blade. He swore from that moment on to get vengence. He had one brother named Iceheart but killed him when they were named warriors.
His mentor's name was Onyxheart who was like the father, Grayshadow never had. They were very close. Onyxheart was a very respected warrior of ShadowClan but caught a cold that turned into whitecough then into deadly greencough. Grayshadow was made a warrior the night before Onyxheart died. He kept vigil two nights in a row. First for his warrior ceremony and second the night his mentor died.
Grayshadow fell in love with a she-cat named Warheart who was the only she-cat to ever capture his heart truly and fully. Warheart was a member of ShadowClan but something happened and now he guards his heart with a fierce passion that no one can withstand. Grayshadow swore he'd never love any she-cat again.
Tigerclaw/star is his great great grandfather and perhaps that's where Grayshadow has gotten his bloodlust from. Jayfrost is his grandfather who lurks in his mind when the red beast clouds his mind. Blood is something the warrior craves secretly but usually controls it quite well as long as Jayfrost isn't around to disrupt his judgement.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE!
Dark as hell
Can't find my way
Snap! Jaws clamped over a dead starling and warm crimson ran down the mouth of a broad shouldered gray tabby. Tail lashed once as he grinned wickedly as he placed his catch on the ground. No, it wasn’t for him but for Warstar. She had told him they’d meet here later and here he was like always, waiting. A growl of impatience left his throat as he glanced upwards. The sun was declining rapidly as he paused in his waiting to watch it slowly disappear. The tom closed his eyes for moment then opened them, crystal blue pools flashing as they adjusted to the slowly darkening forest.
Claws unsheathed as he remembered why he demanded well not demand but insist on his mate coming here. Not only to spend time with her but also to discuss a prophecy that he and his best friend, Darkstorm had received. Darkstorm and he had already discussed it and they agreed to let Wildstorm and Wintermane to be involved. Now he hoped Warstar would agree to join them. If he remembered correctly, he never told his mate about his past life in ShadowClan nor Moonstar. Fangs sank into his bottom lip as he thought of the she-cat’s temper. Well he had one too but he knew all too well about the fiery temper of the she-cat.
Head sank beneath his shoulders as he thought back to his past life, Iceheart. His brother and he used to be close pals but it was because of Moonstar then Moontail that caused everything. Grayshadow had once called the pale she-cat his mate but one moon she decided to choose his younger brother over him which ended with a murder. Yes, he had killed his younger brother and for Moonstar. It was indeed truly sickening but the gray male had been young and foolish. Moonstar never suspected that he was the one behind Iceheart’s murder; he just let her believe that rouges killed his younger brother. Then one day Grayshadow grew sick of her games and left. Left everything behind, his deputy position, Blindfaith: his best friend, and his home.
Dirt churned beneath his massive paws, as he grew angry. Now Moonstar had the audacity to come to his new home and declare war? Well that was just plain foolish to him. If she thought she could just show up and plead with him to take her back then she was more than a mousebrain than he thought. A snort escaped his maw as he slowly transitioned to the current matters. Warstar, now she was understanding, surely she had a past life before him and DoomClan. Neck fur rose as a sudden chill swept around him, Jayfrost; his grandfather, was nearby.
Grayshadow turned his head and saw a faint dark tabby outline, amber eyes burning. The gray tabby gave his grandfather a curt nod and turned back to gaze at the now starry sky. “Well, it’s now or never.” He spoke aloud as the moon glared down at him making his pelt turn a silvery shade. Eyes scanned the clearing below and a rush of surprise hit him as he saw Warstar below. He must have been deep in thought not have seen her sitting there. Heaving himself to his paws, the broad shouldered tabby headed down the hill to talk to Warstar. "War." his gruff voice broke the silence as he sat next to the midnight pelted female awaiting her response.
