Post by Inuit on Oct 16, 2006 16:32:23 GMT -5
Thought I might try for BloodlustClan leader again. If not, that's fine, just though I'd try anyway^^
Name: Wraithstar (Wraithshadow if not leader)
Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 moons
Rank in Clan: Leader (Wraithshadow if not leader)
Description: A small white she-cat with a silver and black ringed tail. Has a black marking on her forehead like a bolt of forked lightning; said to be cursed. Amber eyes. Has a purple color studded with many different teeth.
Picture: www.seregiontica.org/Colors/withwhite/silvertabbywhite.jpg
Personality: Cruel, devilish, loves to torment the weak. She's extremely sly and clever, as well as light and speedy on her paws. Has a cruel sense of humor.
Past: Her great-grandfather was the legendary Scourge. Once a young she-cat, she was pushed to become like him, even though she hated cruelty. But finally she was so tired of being scorned for being a softy, the she-cat broke and began to act like Scourge. Now she is a copy of him; Cruel, calm and clever. She despises the forest cats more than anything in the world. Wraithstar brought back the tradition of collars with teeth on them.
RP Example: A patrol of warriors stalked into camp, calling to Wraithstar. The she-cat bounded grumpily over to them. "What is it?" She growled.
One of the warriors moved aside to reveal a ginger she-cat, with the stench of the forest all over her.
Wraithstar's lip curled in disgust. "Take her to my den," she snapped at the warriors, who herded her to a large hole in the side of a brick building.
Wraithstar padded in after they had left, glaring at the she-cat.
"What were you doing on my territory?" She demanded, unsheathing her claws threateningly.
The she-cat stayed silent, staring ahead of her. Wraithstar lashed her claws down the side of her face, which made her yowl in surprise and pain. "Answer me or I'll claw your eyes out!" The cruel leader hissed, watching in satisfaction as the forest-cat recoiled.
She hesitated, then meowed reluctantly, "Hunting."
Wraithstar let out a purr of amusement. "When you have the whole forest? Preposterous."
The cat hung her head. "A fire burned the forest down. Kits are dying because there is not enough food. Our warriors are being worked so hard they can hardly walk across the camp without collapsing. We needed prey, so Ruststar sent us to see what we could find here." She meowed quietly.
Wraithstar let out a harsh cry of laughter. "Then why isn't your precious StarClan helping you? Oh, is it because they /don't exist/?"
The she-cat didn't reply.
"Well, thanks for telling me your sad, sad tale. Now I think I will attack your clan, and see if I can't get a piece of the forest for myself. It's too bad you can't stay to watch the destruction of your clan, m'dear."
The forest-cat jerked her head up. "No! You can't!" She cried.
Wraithstar only laughed. "Oh, but I can, m'dear, I can," she growled, and sank her teeth into the cat's neck.
Wraithstar padded out of her den, and called to her deputy, a thin smile playing on her lips. "Taintedstorm, get a bunch of our warriors together. We are going to take over PursuitClan."
The tom's eyes gleamed, and he bounded off to get the attack party together while Wraithstar waited, paws kneading the ground in anticipation.
Name: Wraithstar (Wraithshadow if not leader)
Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 moons
Rank in Clan: Leader (Wraithshadow if not leader)
Description: A small white she-cat with a silver and black ringed tail. Has a black marking on her forehead like a bolt of forked lightning; said to be cursed. Amber eyes. Has a purple color studded with many different teeth.
Picture: www.seregiontica.org/Colors/withwhite/silvertabbywhite.jpg
Personality: Cruel, devilish, loves to torment the weak. She's extremely sly and clever, as well as light and speedy on her paws. Has a cruel sense of humor.
Past: Her great-grandfather was the legendary Scourge. Once a young she-cat, she was pushed to become like him, even though she hated cruelty. But finally she was so tired of being scorned for being a softy, the she-cat broke and began to act like Scourge. Now she is a copy of him; Cruel, calm and clever. She despises the forest cats more than anything in the world. Wraithstar brought back the tradition of collars with teeth on them.
RP Example: A patrol of warriors stalked into camp, calling to Wraithstar. The she-cat bounded grumpily over to them. "What is it?" She growled.
One of the warriors moved aside to reveal a ginger she-cat, with the stench of the forest all over her.
Wraithstar's lip curled in disgust. "Take her to my den," she snapped at the warriors, who herded her to a large hole in the side of a brick building.
Wraithstar padded in after they had left, glaring at the she-cat.
"What were you doing on my territory?" She demanded, unsheathing her claws threateningly.
The she-cat stayed silent, staring ahead of her. Wraithstar lashed her claws down the side of her face, which made her yowl in surprise and pain. "Answer me or I'll claw your eyes out!" The cruel leader hissed, watching in satisfaction as the forest-cat recoiled.
She hesitated, then meowed reluctantly, "Hunting."
Wraithstar let out a purr of amusement. "When you have the whole forest? Preposterous."
The cat hung her head. "A fire burned the forest down. Kits are dying because there is not enough food. Our warriors are being worked so hard they can hardly walk across the camp without collapsing. We needed prey, so Ruststar sent us to see what we could find here." She meowed quietly.
Wraithstar let out a harsh cry of laughter. "Then why isn't your precious StarClan helping you? Oh, is it because they /don't exist/?"
The she-cat didn't reply.
"Well, thanks for telling me your sad, sad tale. Now I think I will attack your clan, and see if I can't get a piece of the forest for myself. It's too bad you can't stay to watch the destruction of your clan, m'dear."
The forest-cat jerked her head up. "No! You can't!" She cried.
Wraithstar only laughed. "Oh, but I can, m'dear, I can," she growled, and sank her teeth into the cat's neck.
Wraithstar padded out of her den, and called to her deputy, a thin smile playing on her lips. "Taintedstorm, get a bunch of our warriors together. We are going to take over PursuitClan."
The tom's eyes gleamed, and he bounded off to get the attack party together while Wraithstar waited, paws kneading the ground in anticipation.
