Post by riddleheart on Aug 2, 2009 17:12:18 GMT -5
Name: Riddleheart
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Deputy
Picture: Riddleheart
Appearance: Riddleheart is a relatively small tomcat, not much bigger than an Apprentice on its 11th moon. He is slender with long legs that make him a fairly fast cat. His fur slightly long and pitch black. Riddleheart has cold green eyes that are said to place fear in many cats.
Personality: Riddleheart does not like to be around cats he sees to be annoying. He is quite stubborn when it comes down to things that he wants or sees that he needs to do. Though he isn’t the kindest cat in the world, Riddleheart does have a nice side. He can be a loving cat, if anyone ever wanted to talk to him. This tom is usually alone, no cat really caring for him. Riddleheart doesn’t know why he got chosen to be the Deputy of WindClan, but intends on doing his best to serve his Clan until he joins StarClan.
History: As a kit Riddleheart had a wonderful life. He had a beautiful little sister that was the sweetest kit in the world, adoring parents, and an overall good life. However, when Riddleheart was 3 moons old, rouges broke into the WindClan Camp during a gathering. He, his sister, and his mother were still there and his father was meant to be guarding the Camp. Riddleheart had looked outside of the Nursery just as a rouge killed his father. Two large tomcats broke into the Nursery, killing his mother and his sister mercilessly. Riddleheart had hidden in the shadows of the Den, his black pelt making it easy. His sister’s pure white pelt, blood splattered, was the only thing that he saw. His mother was dead beside her, her gray fur mangled and bloody. From then on, Riddleheart lead a miserable and lonely life, though somehow in this strange world his destiny led him to becoming the WindClan Deputy.
Role Play Sample: The night was quiet, nothing stirred. Nothing moved, except a shadow. A black shadow moved about the WindClan Camp. The shadow, no, it wasn’t a shadow. It was a cat that lived the life of a shadow. Unnoticed, alone, and in the dark. Riddleheart’s cold green eyes pierced the darkness of the night, reflecting the shine of the moon. Flicking his unseen tail, the tom lurked in the shadows of the night. The moonlight dappled the Earth beautifully. Riddleheart thought of his younger sister, appropriately named Whitekit. She was so beautiful, so kind. Digging his claws into the ground, the WindClan Deputy growled at himself. He could have died alongside his sister, but instead he hid. Hate for his own existence burned inside Riddleclaw’s heart. There was a hole there that belonged to his family that he would never see. Longing for the sense of protection and love he got from his mother, father, and sister, Riddleheart hung his head and wept in the moonlight.
Secret Word: StarClan Night
Other: Nothing else.
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Deputy
Picture: Riddleheart
Appearance: Riddleheart is a relatively small tomcat, not much bigger than an Apprentice on its 11th moon. He is slender with long legs that make him a fairly fast cat. His fur slightly long and pitch black. Riddleheart has cold green eyes that are said to place fear in many cats.
Personality: Riddleheart does not like to be around cats he sees to be annoying. He is quite stubborn when it comes down to things that he wants or sees that he needs to do. Though he isn’t the kindest cat in the world, Riddleheart does have a nice side. He can be a loving cat, if anyone ever wanted to talk to him. This tom is usually alone, no cat really caring for him. Riddleheart doesn’t know why he got chosen to be the Deputy of WindClan, but intends on doing his best to serve his Clan until he joins StarClan.
History: As a kit Riddleheart had a wonderful life. He had a beautiful little sister that was the sweetest kit in the world, adoring parents, and an overall good life. However, when Riddleheart was 3 moons old, rouges broke into the WindClan Camp during a gathering. He, his sister, and his mother were still there and his father was meant to be guarding the Camp. Riddleheart had looked outside of the Nursery just as a rouge killed his father. Two large tomcats broke into the Nursery, killing his mother and his sister mercilessly. Riddleheart had hidden in the shadows of the Den, his black pelt making it easy. His sister’s pure white pelt, blood splattered, was the only thing that he saw. His mother was dead beside her, her gray fur mangled and bloody. From then on, Riddleheart lead a miserable and lonely life, though somehow in this strange world his destiny led him to becoming the WindClan Deputy.
Role Play Sample: The night was quiet, nothing stirred. Nothing moved, except a shadow. A black shadow moved about the WindClan Camp. The shadow, no, it wasn’t a shadow. It was a cat that lived the life of a shadow. Unnoticed, alone, and in the dark. Riddleheart’s cold green eyes pierced the darkness of the night, reflecting the shine of the moon. Flicking his unseen tail, the tom lurked in the shadows of the night. The moonlight dappled the Earth beautifully. Riddleheart thought of his younger sister, appropriately named Whitekit. She was so beautiful, so kind. Digging his claws into the ground, the WindClan Deputy growled at himself. He could have died alongside his sister, but instead he hid. Hate for his own existence burned inside Riddleclaw’s heart. There was a hole there that belonged to his family that he would never see. Longing for the sense of protection and love he got from his mother, father, and sister, Riddleheart hung his head and wept in the moonlight.
Secret Word: StarClan Night
Other: Nothing else.
