Post by .:Rippledstream:. on Jan 7, 2009 20:17:49 GMT -5
Name-Onyxrain
Gender-tom
Age (In Moons)-30 moons
Alliance/Clan- ThunderClan
Rank-Warrior
Image/Picture-
Description-Onyxrain is a slender tom with a sleek pelt that clings to his muscular chest and legs. His eyes are of a piercing liquid topaz that varies in shades on certain days during the moon's cycle. They also change with emotion. His anger or fear turn his eyes to stone whereas his affection or humor give them a warm, buttery texture.
Onyxrain has a pelt as black as coal. And yet he's marked with streaks of ivory on his chest and stomach. He has a slight kink in his tail but this does not affect his balance. His fangs are as sharp as knives and his claws as swift as the fangs of a viper.
Attitude/Personality-Onyxrain is a gentle, caring tom by nature.He's sympathetic and caring, almost always placing others first. He's loyal and brave, putting the clan first in everything he does. Unfortunately, perfection of personality is never the case.
Onyxrain can be agressive and will often speak his mind, this can occasionaly get him into tight situations considering he can be nasty to others if they enrage him. He has a short temper and a sharp tongue, the combination is surely lethal in large doeses. He can be very over protective and is definately a flirt amongst she-cats.
History/Past-
Onyxrain began as most kits do, and that is living in the nursery with siblings, a mother, and possibly fellow clan kits and mothers. Also, like most other kits, Onyxkit was as curious and mischievous as the sky was blue. Each morning, his mother would let his two brothers, two sisters, and himself, (this was an exceptionally large litter), out to play and romp around the camp. He would always attack butterflies in New-leaf and Green-leaf, and in leaf-fall he would compete with his siblings to see who could catch the most leaves. He won often for he was stronger then the rest of them.
As time passed, he would slowly approach closer and closer to the camp entrance. His mother, Sleepinglily, would always call him back, but still worried that one-day Onyxkit would run out of camp. Finally, one day it happened. It was green-leaf and he was chasing a butterfly all through camp, when his fellow clan mates were leaving to the gathering. Excited by such a large group of them traveling to meet the other clans, he tagged along behind them. Once they arrived at the gathering, he was what some might call star struck from the great and powerful clan leaders.
He began looking for kits from other clans, but found no one. Eventually, tired and lonely, Onyxkit sat down and let out a sigh. Then she heard a gasp and turned around. It was Fenpaw, a newly apprentice of WindClan at the time. “What in the name of StarClan are you doing here?!”, He asked beyond surprised. “I-I-I c-c-came along, I wanted to go to the gathering,” he answered nervously.
Fenpaw, who had always been older then his age, then explained to him the rules of the gathering. Embarrassed, he went with him to Hawkstar, leader of ThunderClan, and was brought back to the nursery. That was the end to that kit’s adventures for a long time!
Though he endured a long talk with the leader about following the Warrior Code, this was hardly the end the Onyxkit, now Onyxpaw’s adventures. Once, as an apprentice, he was out hunting with his mentor, Thundersoul. While out hunting, he came across a raven. In a desperate attempt to prove himself to the other apprentices he determinedly chased the black, feathered creature so far he crossed into another clan's territory! Surprisingly enough though, he caught it and proudly brought it back to camp… that is, after dealing with another clan for walking through their territory with fresh-kill.
It was never a dull moment with Onyxpaw, leading a life of mischief. Yet, as true as this is, he did though mature. When this finally happened, he received the name Onyxrain. Absolutely proud and excited to at last be a warrior, he could hardly keep from leaping into the air and screaming for joy at the ceremony. Of course, as a warrior, he has had many adventures too. However, one particular event changed Onyxrain's free spirit forever, and caused him to truly mature and see the iridescent light of what it means to be a warrior under StarClan.
Onyxrain was patrolling the borders at the most mystical time of day; twilight. As he approached a border, he came across a very old tom sitting upon a log starring intently at Silverpelt. he approached him, growling in a stand-off fashion.
"Who are you, and why are you in ThunderClan territory," he snarled attempting to appear tough.
"Calm down young one, I look for no controversy. I only wish to be of assistance."
"What do you mean 'be of assistance'," he meowed, trying hard not to sound curious. "what are you trying to pull?" he added impatiently, trying to cover up his excitement
The elderly looking tom cat mrowed in amusement. "Hush kitty, just let me give you some helpful hints to life. If you continue down this dark road of immaturity, you may never be as strong as you could. However if-"
"Strong? Are you serious? I am one of the most powerful cats to ever walk the territory of ThunderClan!"he spat, angry that his ego had been bruised
Sighing, the tom continued, "No dear, not physical strength. Now, I must leave you, but remember, StarClan created the Warrior Code, and it is spiritually divine. Keep to it and you may be one day as well..." And with that, the cat backed into the woods. Blinking, Onyxrain darted after him. However, he was no where to be seen. It was as though the cat vanished into utter oblivion.
The young warrior was beyond confused by the tom's appearance. But he thought about the words he spoke. Perhaps he was sent by StarClan as... as a warning. I am a warrior, I suppose it is time I start acting like one... At this moment, Onyxrain vowed to himself to hold Warrior Code much higher in his life, and try to be the greatest cat to ever walk in the shadows of the hierarchy of StarClan.
This experience mellowed Onyxrain greatly. hhe had finally reached the point of his life in which he was truly a warrior part of the long standing family of cats destined for StarClan. he was ready to make them proud, if not completely blow them away. Although he still has his moments, for he can't help but be curtious to she-cat's, making him appear to be a flirt, and his occasional temper returning from the place from which he'd banished it, Onyxrain was still a very accomplished, dedicated member of ThunderClan.
Other- Onyxrain's family Clan-Mates have all gone their seperate ways now but he's still in ThunderClan.
Theme Song- When you were young- the Killers
Example Of Role-Playing-
Onyxrain crouched low to the ground, his ebony fur blending in with the approaching shadows of the night that seemed to lick the gorge with their darkness. He could hear the small stream behind him chortling, and flicked his ears in dismissal. Focusing on a sweeping motion up ahead, he gathered himself, preparing for the pounce and leaped into the air, landing squarely on the feathered back of a black bird. He killed the creature swiftly, giving thanks to StarClan for it's life. Standing up straight, the tom flexed his muscles, his black pelt rippling across the now taunt surface of his velvet fur. The black contoured his muscles well, defining his strength. He'd been born with such a build, the same as his father had had. As he grew older, he'd jumped the canyon walls and rock legdes, practicing and working his body to keep in perfect condition. But not only was he beautiful, he was kind and no longer egoistic. He picked up the bird, trotting along the steep ledge, making sure to keep his balance. As he approached the camp, his paw prints slipped into the familiar grouves leading to the camp entrance. Slipping into the clearing, he set down his fresh kill, preparing to give himself a well deserved bath.
As he finished his grooming, Onyxrain yawned, showing his sharp fangs. He circled three times, arching his back slightly before laying down in his nest, curling his tail around to tuck over his nose. He shut his topaz eyes, the world churning into total darkness, but he was not alone. StarClan would stay with him throught the night, of that he was certain.
Code Word-ivory
Gender-tom
Age (In Moons)-30 moons
Alliance/Clan- ThunderClan
Rank-Warrior
Image/Picture-
Description-Onyxrain is a slender tom with a sleek pelt that clings to his muscular chest and legs. His eyes are of a piercing liquid topaz that varies in shades on certain days during the moon's cycle. They also change with emotion. His anger or fear turn his eyes to stone whereas his affection or humor give them a warm, buttery texture.
Onyxrain has a pelt as black as coal. And yet he's marked with streaks of ivory on his chest and stomach. He has a slight kink in his tail but this does not affect his balance. His fangs are as sharp as knives and his claws as swift as the fangs of a viper.
Attitude/Personality-Onyxrain is a gentle, caring tom by nature.He's sympathetic and caring, almost always placing others first. He's loyal and brave, putting the clan first in everything he does. Unfortunately, perfection of personality is never the case.
Onyxrain can be agressive and will often speak his mind, this can occasionaly get him into tight situations considering he can be nasty to others if they enrage him. He has a short temper and a sharp tongue, the combination is surely lethal in large doeses. He can be very over protective and is definately a flirt amongst she-cats.
History/Past-
Onyxrain began as most kits do, and that is living in the nursery with siblings, a mother, and possibly fellow clan kits and mothers. Also, like most other kits, Onyxkit was as curious and mischievous as the sky was blue. Each morning, his mother would let his two brothers, two sisters, and himself, (this was an exceptionally large litter), out to play and romp around the camp. He would always attack butterflies in New-leaf and Green-leaf, and in leaf-fall he would compete with his siblings to see who could catch the most leaves. He won often for he was stronger then the rest of them.
As time passed, he would slowly approach closer and closer to the camp entrance. His mother, Sleepinglily, would always call him back, but still worried that one-day Onyxkit would run out of camp. Finally, one day it happened. It was green-leaf and he was chasing a butterfly all through camp, when his fellow clan mates were leaving to the gathering. Excited by such a large group of them traveling to meet the other clans, he tagged along behind them. Once they arrived at the gathering, he was what some might call star struck from the great and powerful clan leaders.
He began looking for kits from other clans, but found no one. Eventually, tired and lonely, Onyxkit sat down and let out a sigh. Then she heard a gasp and turned around. It was Fenpaw, a newly apprentice of WindClan at the time. “What in the name of StarClan are you doing here?!”, He asked beyond surprised. “I-I-I c-c-came along, I wanted to go to the gathering,” he answered nervously.
Fenpaw, who had always been older then his age, then explained to him the rules of the gathering. Embarrassed, he went with him to Hawkstar, leader of ThunderClan, and was brought back to the nursery. That was the end to that kit’s adventures for a long time!
Though he endured a long talk with the leader about following the Warrior Code, this was hardly the end the Onyxkit, now Onyxpaw’s adventures. Once, as an apprentice, he was out hunting with his mentor, Thundersoul. While out hunting, he came across a raven. In a desperate attempt to prove himself to the other apprentices he determinedly chased the black, feathered creature so far he crossed into another clan's territory! Surprisingly enough though, he caught it and proudly brought it back to camp… that is, after dealing with another clan for walking through their territory with fresh-kill.
It was never a dull moment with Onyxpaw, leading a life of mischief. Yet, as true as this is, he did though mature. When this finally happened, he received the name Onyxrain. Absolutely proud and excited to at last be a warrior, he could hardly keep from leaping into the air and screaming for joy at the ceremony. Of course, as a warrior, he has had many adventures too. However, one particular event changed Onyxrain's free spirit forever, and caused him to truly mature and see the iridescent light of what it means to be a warrior under StarClan.
Onyxrain was patrolling the borders at the most mystical time of day; twilight. As he approached a border, he came across a very old tom sitting upon a log starring intently at Silverpelt. he approached him, growling in a stand-off fashion.
"Who are you, and why are you in ThunderClan territory," he snarled attempting to appear tough.
"Calm down young one, I look for no controversy. I only wish to be of assistance."
"What do you mean 'be of assistance'," he meowed, trying hard not to sound curious. "what are you trying to pull?" he added impatiently, trying to cover up his excitement
The elderly looking tom cat mrowed in amusement. "Hush kitty, just let me give you some helpful hints to life. If you continue down this dark road of immaturity, you may never be as strong as you could. However if-"
"Strong? Are you serious? I am one of the most powerful cats to ever walk the territory of ThunderClan!"he spat, angry that his ego had been bruised
Sighing, the tom continued, "No dear, not physical strength. Now, I must leave you, but remember, StarClan created the Warrior Code, and it is spiritually divine. Keep to it and you may be one day as well..." And with that, the cat backed into the woods. Blinking, Onyxrain darted after him. However, he was no where to be seen. It was as though the cat vanished into utter oblivion.
The young warrior was beyond confused by the tom's appearance. But he thought about the words he spoke. Perhaps he was sent by StarClan as... as a warning. I am a warrior, I suppose it is time I start acting like one... At this moment, Onyxrain vowed to himself to hold Warrior Code much higher in his life, and try to be the greatest cat to ever walk in the shadows of the hierarchy of StarClan.
This experience mellowed Onyxrain greatly. hhe had finally reached the point of his life in which he was truly a warrior part of the long standing family of cats destined for StarClan. he was ready to make them proud, if not completely blow them away. Although he still has his moments, for he can't help but be curtious to she-cat's, making him appear to be a flirt, and his occasional temper returning from the place from which he'd banished it, Onyxrain was still a very accomplished, dedicated member of ThunderClan.
Other- Onyxrain's family Clan-Mates have all gone their seperate ways now but he's still in ThunderClan.
Theme Song- When you were young- the Killers
Example Of Role-Playing-
Onyxrain crouched low to the ground, his ebony fur blending in with the approaching shadows of the night that seemed to lick the gorge with their darkness. He could hear the small stream behind him chortling, and flicked his ears in dismissal. Focusing on a sweeping motion up ahead, he gathered himself, preparing for the pounce and leaped into the air, landing squarely on the feathered back of a black bird. He killed the creature swiftly, giving thanks to StarClan for it's life. Standing up straight, the tom flexed his muscles, his black pelt rippling across the now taunt surface of his velvet fur. The black contoured his muscles well, defining his strength. He'd been born with such a build, the same as his father had had. As he grew older, he'd jumped the canyon walls and rock legdes, practicing and working his body to keep in perfect condition. But not only was he beautiful, he was kind and no longer egoistic. He picked up the bird, trotting along the steep ledge, making sure to keep his balance. As he approached the camp, his paw prints slipped into the familiar grouves leading to the camp entrance. Slipping into the clearing, he set down his fresh kill, preparing to give himself a well deserved bath.
As he finished his grooming, Onyxrain yawned, showing his sharp fangs. He circled three times, arching his back slightly before laying down in his nest, curling his tail around to tuck over his nose. He shut his topaz eyes, the world churning into total darkness, but he was not alone. StarClan would stay with him throught the night, of that he was certain.
Code Word-ivory
