Post by {Aurora} on Jul 21, 2007 19:40:33 GMT -5
Name: Hollowstripe
Gender: Tom
Age: 30 moons
Clan: Tempest
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Hollowstripe is a lean black tom with a dark grey stripe on his belly. He has short hair and his frame is based on speed rather than strength. He enjoys tilting his head. His eyes are an odd electric-blue color. Hollowstripe has the "silent but deadly" look to him, and he is a forever friend and/or enemy. His eyes never give away emotions except for sadness or exhaustion. His claws are rarely sheathed.
Actions: Hollowstripe is the definition of pariah. He is an outcast and to be honest, he couldn't care less. He makes it known that he likes being friendless, and alone. The apprentice he did have was found mangled up in the jaws of a fox, so Hollowstripe never took an apprentice on again. He has taught himself the ways of the warrior by watching and observing other animals. However, on the inside is a very broken, romantic tom who is masked successfully behind scowling blue eyes. He is loyal to the death and embraces that feature fondly. He does not fear death. When furious, his features become contorted into a devilish grin.
Past: Hollowkit was always the outcast one, the ugly duckling of the litter. His mother practically ignored him for his other siblings. His father was never there to begin with. When he became an apprentice, no one cheered his name. They basically acknowledged who he was and then left. Enfuriated, Hollowpaw ignored anyone expressing wishes of hoping to help. He became a dark spectre and trained himself until the day of his warriorhood. He declared himself Hollowstripe and a hermit within the own steel walls of his mind.
In Character: The darkness of the sky was oppressive even though the lights of the stars tried to shine. A gentle breeze ran through the trees, slowly beginning to rock them as if they were dancing. The tom just rested himself beside the log, his sable hide melting with the shadows. The breaths coming from his mouth were slow and quiet.
The room was filled with shadows as it blended the tomcat in its thin layers. The loud roars of the Thunderpath could be heard far off. Hollowstripe could see the reflection of his cobalt eyes in the puddles left from yesterday's rain. He said nothing. Now only the sounds of his own breathing began to fill his head. He leapt forward and sank his long skinny fangs into the unsuspecting rabbit's neck, ending its life without a struggle. He scowled and silently trotted back to camp, prey clamped in his steel-trap jaws.
Hollowstripe ignored the hushed whispers when he walked past. He was used to it, both the derogatory and the phony sympathies he received. He sighed as he dropped the rabbit into the fresh-kill pile. "They probably think I poisoned it or something," he grumbled to himself as he padded to the Warrior's Den.
He smiled when he got to his, a little grass bed in the corner, ringed with pinecones of all shapes and sizes. He nestled in the bed with a relaxed sigh. He still had yet to find a mate, but at this rate, they probably all thought he'd go insane on any kits they had together. Hollowstripe groaned before falling asleep.
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Gender: Tom
Age: 30 moons
Clan: Tempest
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Hollowstripe is a lean black tom with a dark grey stripe on his belly. He has short hair and his frame is based on speed rather than strength. He enjoys tilting his head. His eyes are an odd electric-blue color. Hollowstripe has the "silent but deadly" look to him, and he is a forever friend and/or enemy. His eyes never give away emotions except for sadness or exhaustion. His claws are rarely sheathed.
Actions: Hollowstripe is the definition of pariah. He is an outcast and to be honest, he couldn't care less. He makes it known that he likes being friendless, and alone. The apprentice he did have was found mangled up in the jaws of a fox, so Hollowstripe never took an apprentice on again. He has taught himself the ways of the warrior by watching and observing other animals. However, on the inside is a very broken, romantic tom who is masked successfully behind scowling blue eyes. He is loyal to the death and embraces that feature fondly. He does not fear death. When furious, his features become contorted into a devilish grin.
Past: Hollowkit was always the outcast one, the ugly duckling of the litter. His mother practically ignored him for his other siblings. His father was never there to begin with. When he became an apprentice, no one cheered his name. They basically acknowledged who he was and then left. Enfuriated, Hollowpaw ignored anyone expressing wishes of hoping to help. He became a dark spectre and trained himself until the day of his warriorhood. He declared himself Hollowstripe and a hermit within the own steel walls of his mind.
In Character: The darkness of the sky was oppressive even though the lights of the stars tried to shine. A gentle breeze ran through the trees, slowly beginning to rock them as if they were dancing. The tom just rested himself beside the log, his sable hide melting with the shadows. The breaths coming from his mouth were slow and quiet.
The room was filled with shadows as it blended the tomcat in its thin layers. The loud roars of the Thunderpath could be heard far off. Hollowstripe could see the reflection of his cobalt eyes in the puddles left from yesterday's rain. He said nothing. Now only the sounds of his own breathing began to fill his head. He leapt forward and sank his long skinny fangs into the unsuspecting rabbit's neck, ending its life without a struggle. He scowled and silently trotted back to camp, prey clamped in his steel-trap jaws.
Hollowstripe ignored the hushed whispers when he walked past. He was used to it, both the derogatory and the phony sympathies he received. He sighed as he dropped the rabbit into the fresh-kill pile. "They probably think I poisoned it or something," he grumbled to himself as he padded to the Warrior's Den.
He smiled when he got to his, a little grass bed in the corner, ringed with pinecones of all shapes and sizes. He nestled in the bed with a relaxed sigh. He still had yet to find a mate, but at this rate, they probably all thought he'd go insane on any kits they had together. Hollowstripe groaned before falling asleep.
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