Post by dashthroat.&& on Jul 9, 2007 16:35:17 GMT -5
Name: Dashthorat
Clan: ShadowClan
Age: 24 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description: cream colored she-cat with brown paws
Appearance:
Clan: ShadowClan
Age: 24 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description: cream colored she-cat with brown paws
Appearance:
Decidedly pretty by some, on first glance she doesn't look like much of anything- let alone a fighter. While it's true that her appearance is somewhat frail, she is far from useless. Her body is built for speed, allowing her an elegance fast evades. She's incredibly lean, with long legs and tiny paws that only emphasize just how light she really is.Personality:
Her paws are a light creamy brown, and small. Dashthorat has a cream color base coat. One of her most distinguishing features is her long, fluffy tail. Her tail is cream colored with a white tail-tip, looks some whats like a fox's. That's not her only significant feature, however. She has a white dash on her thorat, giving her name. Her eyes are a beautiful shade of light, icy blue. She also has a narrow scar on her right eye.
Dashthorat is a trouble maker. She loves to pull pranks, cause trouble, and annoy others. She can be a bit loud mouthed and say things she didn't mean to. She leaps before she thinks sometimes. Dashthorat can mouth off a little and get herself in trouble. When she gets in trouble, Dashthorat won't really say she's sorry and what-not, instead she'd dig herself into a deeper hole or something around those lines.History:
Dashthorat is brutally honest and states her opinion, even if it's mean. Despite how she acts, she cares for her friends deeply. She is not all that bad though. She will follow the warrior code most of the times but would not do anything to hurt the clan. You can also trust Dashthorat with anything, she wouldn't tell a soul your secerts. But to gain Dashthoart's trust is hard.
Though she does use tough love sometimes, she has good intentions. But if you're a stranger, to her you're guilty until proven innocent. Dashthorat can be a bit narrow minded at times and quite stubborn. She usually ignores others opinions, unless they're her friend or if she agrees. She doesn't give too much respect to higher ups, unless she thinks they really deserve it. Also she likes to play fight. When she is mad she goes hunting and kills them violently.
Dashthorat was born to Bloodclaw and Creamfur of ShadowClan on a cold bare-leaf day. When she was little she had one of the fircest daddys in the clan. Bloodclaw was a pure killer, and spoke his opinion freely. Bloodclaw and Creamfur had three kits, but sadly two died of starvation. That was one of Bloodclaw's first lesson, only the strong surive. Dashthorat looked up to Bloodclaw, he was her hero, her idol. Though she didn't know the real him and what he had done. When Dashthorat was became a apprentice no many like her, though she didn't know why.IC:
Her mentor was Bloodclaw himself. He taught her hunting skills and amazing combats. They would train night and day into he had to carry her back to camp. She never once asked to stop because she wanted to impress her father. Dashthorat has only one friend, Ravenpaw. One day she and Ravenpaw was went on for a hunt in the forest. While this was going on, Dashthorat began to take interest in Ravenpaw. Bloodclaw soon took notice and wasn't happy.
Sortly after a great fire sweep over the forest. Burning everything in it's path. Bloodclaw and Dashthorat was training at the time. Stuck in the forest, surrounded by fire, Ravenpaw ran bravey into the forest to find Dashthorat in the fire. He called her and she asnwered. Bloodclaw hate pure hate for Ravenpaw because of his father, Nightstorm. Bloodclaw was loyal he had been a trader and killed Nightstorm hoping to gain his power as a deputy. It was never provin that Bloodclaw killed him but many thing he did. As Ravenpaw came in reach with Dashthorat he swiped his mightly paw at him. Killing him. Suddenly a large tree brach tell on Bloodclaw. Shocked, Dashthoat ran away, leaving her father to die.
After the fire she became extremely depressed and turned somewhat 'emo.' She hated life and developed split personalities through her sorrow and loneliness. Soon after she lost her mother, cream fur, to old age. Dashthorat lost any remaining friends because of her depression.
The moody, angry female paced quietly, stealthily through the foilage. Her tail flat with her spine and the tip twitched. A low growl was let from her muzzle baring flesh cutting fangs. She was angry, and getting impatient. Her paws ripped at the mud as she moved, her shoulders hunched and her leg muscles tense.
She let a low snarl to herself, she had to control her temper to keep from making noise, she knew this was the only way to get what she wanted. She stop and sniff the air, she had the get her mine off the clan, judging her cause of her. A strong scent of squirrel filled her nose. She stalked the mudy ground, quietly.
There before her blue eyes a squirrel stood there, tured around. She licked her lips. She could strike it from the back but where was the fun in swiftly killing it. She lauch herself at the . It was all over for the squirrel. She ripped through it like it butter. But not killing it quickly. She laughed as the think cryed and then finally she killed it.
