Post by Vipertooth on Oct 18, 2005 23:46:54 GMT -5
Name: Vipertooth
Clan: Bloodclan
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: A pure black cat with illusive yellow eyes
Moonage: 24 moons
Personality: Very deceptive and quick tongued, Vipertooth is one to speak his opinion and let everyone know what he’s thinking. He won’t hesitate to offend another cat where he sees mistakes that need to be fixed and if they don’t straighten up he’ll be more than satisfied to sort things out by means of his own teeth and claws. If something is to be gained by treachery, he won’t hesitate to betray his clan in order to better benefit himself, but most of the times his betrayal will only bring good fortune to the clan he lives with. The warrior code is merely a set of guidelines than actual laws to live by as far as he is concerned.
History: Clan bred and raised, his loyalties may concern himself before his clan. His father was unknown to him as he perished in leaf-bare and his mother refused to speak of him. His mother shortly retired to live with the elders and since then perished herself. He grew quickly and advanced just as quickly in his training as an apprentice, training under the best and improving his skills in his spare time. He was raised to the warrior status in almost no time at all since he proved to be a promising student who studied quickly, leaving him where he is now.
IC: Claws flexed, shining on the false light that was reflected beneath the houselights of a house where a family of twoleggeds lived. His yellow eyes illuminated in the glow, spying on the kittypet that rested on the windowsill and his lips curled in distaste, nearly snarling at the creature that could no longer remember its ties to nature. It was horrible, what the twoleggeds did. Taking in cats and turning them into pathetic beings... He’d never be captured... ever. To suffer such a horrible fate was cruel and unusual, it even bothered him being so close to the facility where that wretched creature lived.
Leaving a slight hiss lingering in the dust, he stretched out his sleek frame, ebon fur gleaming in the orange florescent light. Baring his fangs he turned briskly, abandoning the vole he’d chased earlier and turning back into his clan lands, silently hoping that no one would follow or question his scent when he returned to his clan. To be accused of uniting with such foul excuses for cats, these kittypets... he wouldn’t allow himself to submit.
Nails scratched at the earth as he returned, whiskers twitching, checking the air so that he would at least return with something to add to the fresh kills pile. It was that or look incredibly stupid for being absent with nothing to report other than the fact that the borders he’d patrolled were free from invasion. No matter. He’d caught a whiff of a mouse on the air and he slunk into a stalking stance. With the mouse caught, he’d at least be able to clear his mind of that... spoiled kittypet.
Code words: Worship Dragons and all Stars
Clan: Bloodclan
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: A pure black cat with illusive yellow eyes
Moonage: 24 moons
Personality: Very deceptive and quick tongued, Vipertooth is one to speak his opinion and let everyone know what he’s thinking. He won’t hesitate to offend another cat where he sees mistakes that need to be fixed and if they don’t straighten up he’ll be more than satisfied to sort things out by means of his own teeth and claws. If something is to be gained by treachery, he won’t hesitate to betray his clan in order to better benefit himself, but most of the times his betrayal will only bring good fortune to the clan he lives with. The warrior code is merely a set of guidelines than actual laws to live by as far as he is concerned.
History: Clan bred and raised, his loyalties may concern himself before his clan. His father was unknown to him as he perished in leaf-bare and his mother refused to speak of him. His mother shortly retired to live with the elders and since then perished herself. He grew quickly and advanced just as quickly in his training as an apprentice, training under the best and improving his skills in his spare time. He was raised to the warrior status in almost no time at all since he proved to be a promising student who studied quickly, leaving him where he is now.
IC: Claws flexed, shining on the false light that was reflected beneath the houselights of a house where a family of twoleggeds lived. His yellow eyes illuminated in the glow, spying on the kittypet that rested on the windowsill and his lips curled in distaste, nearly snarling at the creature that could no longer remember its ties to nature. It was horrible, what the twoleggeds did. Taking in cats and turning them into pathetic beings... He’d never be captured... ever. To suffer such a horrible fate was cruel and unusual, it even bothered him being so close to the facility where that wretched creature lived.
Leaving a slight hiss lingering in the dust, he stretched out his sleek frame, ebon fur gleaming in the orange florescent light. Baring his fangs he turned briskly, abandoning the vole he’d chased earlier and turning back into his clan lands, silently hoping that no one would follow or question his scent when he returned to his clan. To be accused of uniting with such foul excuses for cats, these kittypets... he wouldn’t allow himself to submit.
Nails scratched at the earth as he returned, whiskers twitching, checking the air so that he would at least return with something to add to the fresh kills pile. It was that or look incredibly stupid for being absent with nothing to report other than the fact that the borders he’d patrolled were free from invasion. No matter. He’d caught a whiff of a mouse on the air and he slunk into a stalking stance. With the mouse caught, he’d at least be able to clear his mind of that... spoiled kittypet.
Code words: Worship Dragons and all Stars
