Post by alice?! on Jan 2, 2012 15:25:35 GMT -5
blackstep
WE STRUGGLE AND FIGHT JUST TO GET IN THE GRAVE
SET MY SIGHT CAN DIE TILL I'M DONE!
WE STRUGGLE AND FIGHT JUST TO GET IN THE GRAVE
SET MY SIGHT CAN DIE TILL I'M DONE!
name...Black-kit||Blackpaw|| Blackstep ||Blackstar
age...twenty-two moons
gender...she-cat
clan...leopardclan
position...warrior
species...melanistic leopard
apperance...
Build ;; Blackstep is of solid build, not slight and slim like most females, but certainly not a match for any of the bulky males. She's trapped firmly in the middle it seems, just too big for being exceptionally agile, and just too weak to be exceptionally strong. She however, is surprisingly light on her feet, not necessarily quick about it -- but quiet as death when need be.
Fur ;; Unlike her litter mates, Blackstep was born with dark fur -- not really the norm for leopards. They're not unheard of. If you look closely, you'll find that she is not solid black. The normal spots and splotches that all leopards have are there, a slightly darker shade than the black of her pelt. Sometimes even, if there's been an extended period of sun -- her fur can become an almost rusty red in places, but not often.
Eyes ;; Her eyes are a nondescript pale gold, though perhaps with small flecks of green and brown scattered about them.
Overall ;; Really, as far as these things go, she's not to special. Just your average leopard -- but what perhaps most being notice in the sharpness of her features, the utter feeling that every movement is controlled. Her gaze is sharp like teeth, and she always tends to look bored with the situation at hand. Her features are cold, but not necessarily hateful or cruel in anyway.
personality...Blackstep -- in one word is driven. She doesn't do anything halfway -- regardless of what it is. Loyal down the her last breathe -- she wouldn't dare betray her clan. For anything. She's kind of a drone in that respect, mindlessly following the code and the laws that the cats have set down. Because of her average-ness she vowed when she was young that she would be the best warrior she could. Because fighting and hunting are skills she possesses but doesn't excel in -- she took loyalty to a whole new level. She's determined, and perhaps more stubborn than anyone you've met before. Outwardly cold as well, because for some reason -- she sees caring extensively for others compromises what kind of warrior she can be. She doesn't have friends from other clans, heck she barely has friends. Her thought process is ' that she cares for her clan as a whole, rather than the individuals within it '
history...
BIRTH TO 6 MOONS
She was born in a litter of three, the only female, the youngest -- and also with strange black fur. Now, her mother and father (Cloudfur and Spottedwhisker respectively) had heard of kits having black fur before, but they were surprised. Besides -- she was a smallish little thing, though bouncing and loud just as her elder brothers Goldenkit and Sunkit. She was aptly named. Black-kit. She and her brothers got in the same trouble as every other kits do -- though Goldenkit always showed an interest in learning about the Medicine Cat's duties rather than rolling the berries in the stores about her den. It was a normal kit-hood. Save for Sunkit falling from a ledge they weren't supposed to be on an gaining a scar across his face.
6 MOONS TO WARRIOR CEREMONY
Blackpaw was given her apprentice name at just over six moons, and apprenticed to a large warrior with a sharp tongue. Called Bearclaw, he was fierce and hard on her. She learned well, and gave her training everything she had. It wasn't usually enough for him -- and that spurned the creation of her stubborn and driven attitude. Despite his sharp tongue and hard-won praise, he did care about his third apprentice more than perhaps his other two. She cared not for less training, or breaks, simply praise. She would get it, occasionally. She grew quickly, but wouldn't earn her warrior name for some time. Just after she had turned 15 moons, she finally became Blackstep -- named so for her silent walk and excellent stalking technique.
Bearclaw died the night of her vigil, when a small but strong and stealthy band of rouges ambushed the camp. She and three other warriors, Bearclaw and her brother Sunwhisker, included. She fought well, and saved Sunwhisker from serious injury, though he was blinded in one eye. Bearclaw was a force to be reckoned with -- taking out three of the rouges without blinking. When five attacked him, he fell and though Blackstep and Sunwhisker managed to send them packing -- he was heavily injured and died in front of her that night. Of course, after telling Blackstep that she had to continue giving her clan everything she had. It was then that she closed herself off -- obviously crippled by his passing, but pushing it away.
WARRIOR LIFE
Nothing has changed. She's still the determined and cold creature she became when Bearclaw was killed. She does what she must for her clan -- and everything else.
