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Post by мi∂nigнt on Jan 25, 2009 13:00:56 GMT -5
Name/ Tigerheart
Gender/ Female.
Age/ 65 moons.
Clan/ ShadowClan.
Rank/ Deputy.
Picture/
Description/ Ginger with brown tabby strips. Green eyes.
Personality/ Hardcore. She hates most things and isn't particularly nice to anyone. Her fierce attitude was what got her so high in rank. She isn't a fan of kits. She's the one that would start a fight if another cat trespassed on ShadowClan territory. She has murdered some cats in her time, but none knows.
History/
[/Kit\]
She was never treated right. Her mother was always out, even if she had kits to tend to. She had a brother and sister, but they were murdered by her father. Her father didn't like kits. He took them into the forest for a 'trip', but he turned on them and started to attack. Her brother and sister were killed and Tigerkit barely escaped alive. Her father was shunned from the Clan soon after.
[/Apprentice\]
Nobody trusted Tigerpaw. Her heritage didn't allow her to. Her mother was killed from her father, who, found her walking along the border. Tigerpaw was afraid of the border, which also got her mentor, Midnightfur, murdered.
[/Warrior\]
Finally being strong enough, Tigerheart set out to find her father, which wasn't hard. He was on the border, as if waiting for her. They fought for a long time, but finally Tigerheart prevailed. She came back with many scars and that's how she got her trust back. Though she didn't need it anymore. She, herself, didn't trust anyone.
RP Example/
Tigerheart sat in the clearing, watching the entrance with a stern green gaze. She expected her father to come out and attack her, but he never came. She would bristle everytime she heard movement, only to learn it was a different cat. This is driving me crazy, she thought. I have to go.
With that, Tigerheart was off into the mashy forest. Mud stuck to her paws but she ignored it like she usually did. It was easy to get used to. She walked to the border, right were her mother and former mentor was murdered by the very man who gave her life. Her ears were pricked for any sign of sound, eyes for movement and nose for scent. Out of nowhere, something said:
"Well if it isn't my lovely daughter. How has it been?" It was a low, dark voice. Only then did she know her father was watching her the whole time.
Theme Song/
Coming Undone - Korn
Other/ Recently appointed deputy. |
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