Post by .:*Hawkstar*:. on Jan 31, 2010 11:02:25 GMT -6
Name: Kahl
Age: 2 years
Gender: tom
Rank: Loner
Physical Appearance: Kahl is a very large form of his son, Bleak. His golden brown pelt is coated in dark brown markings that range from swirls, to stripes, to spots. His eyes are a hard yellow, but aren't as large as his son's. His claws are longer than Bleak's and seem to always be unsheathed. He is very large with muscles that glide smoothly under his pelt. His smile is twisted and cruel, the voice behind it dark and deep.
Personality: Kahl is 100% evil, to say the least. He is worse than Bleak, watching his victims die slowly and painfully with a smirk. He is silent and intimidating, getting under the skin of any cat. He strikes fast and silent, much like an assassin, but he is far too muscular for that job. Plus, he likes to drag the life bit by bit out of his opponent.
History: Kahl, after finding that he was to be a father, had been happy. But, as time moved on and the pregnancy was making his love moodier and harder to deal with, he got angry. He only stayed a few weeks after the kits were born, and then left, never to be seen again until he came across a cat that could travel in his dreams. Going under training, Kahl kept a close eye on his children while they grew, murmuring directions into Bleak's ear as he killed his brothers and sister. He has now decided to come home and see his son in person, for more than just to say hello...
Other: He's obviously Bleak's father...
Secret Word: Warrior
Name: Shrill
Age: Dead... Died at 6 moons but somehow kept growing, so is actually 15 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Dead
Physical Appearance: Shrill is a silver she-cat with a solid white tail. Her eyes are a glowing yellow. She was killed by Bleak for a reason that she never knew and now bears the marks of her death. She had been held under the river surface and drowned. Her pelt is dripping wet but never dampens another cat. Her eyes are bloodshot and glazed over slightly. Her voice gurgles as if hardly speaking through water.
Personality: Shrill was always sweet and playful. She was a glowing bundle of joy, but that meant that she wouldn't take a punishment seriously. She would always find something else to look at while her mother yowled her frustration, like a butterfly. She loved butterflies and she gave herself the nickname 'Butterfly.' She never was that bright, but she could get the job done if she wanted, no doubt about that.
History: Born into life, Shrill was the last to open her eyes. She found the bright colors wonderful and wandered off her first day out of the den. She got a scolding for that. She has no solid memories of her father, only little pieces of him before he left. Then the day came when Bleak snapped and killed her and her brothers. She had been put into the river, Bleak whispering that she should not get cut up. That had been when the world went black as night...
Other: She be a ghost!
Name: Twig
Age: Dead... Died at 6 moons but somehow kept growing, so is actually 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Dead
Physical Appearance: Twig is a golden brown color with a few spots that are like spices; dark red, peppery black, and a dusky orange. The spots are in small clumps and there are only seven or so clumps. He bears a deep wound in his throat that makes his voice bubble; the killing blow that his brother had dealt. His eyes are a very soft yellow, glazed over slightly with death. All through his pelt are deep scars that were given the day of his death when he had tried to flee. One of his ears are torn into three sections and the other ear is missing the tip. His paws are covered in blood from him fighting back, dirt clumping to his jagged claws.
Personality: Twig is the medium kit, meaning that he was the second to open his eyes. He has always been playful and curious, trying things that he has never seen before without warning. He was a natural chatterbox; he never shut up. After his killing, he had gone very silent as a ghost, barely speaking at all. But his bubbly personality still showed through his actions.
History: Opening his eyes, Twig watched silently as Bleak and Shrill opened their eyes. He grew up much like the rest, getting scolded if he did something wrong. And then Bleak snapped. He had been killed after his older brother, taking the same death as him; a deep slash to the throat.
Other:Is a ghost
Name: Owl
Age: Dead... Died at 6 moons but somehow kept growing, so is actually 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Dead
Physical Appearance: Owl is the biggest of the litter. He is white with solid golden brown patches that are on his neck, hind flank, one paw, and the tip of his tail. His eyes are a soft violet color, taking after his mother in the gene. His claws are almost undetectable when they are out, being small, but sharper than thorns. His violet eyes, like the others', are glazed over with death. A deep wound buries itself into his throat, making him almost unable to talk. He had learned how to talk once more, but can only say a few words, never a complete sentence. His white pelt is stained red with the almost millions of scratch's that his brother gave him. He had fought back, earning him bloodied fangs and claws.
Personality: Opening his eyes first, Owl's eyes were huge, earning him his name. He was softly spoken and never really talked much. He was the most mature of the other kittens, or so he thought. Murder had never come to his mind, ever; not once. But, he has a sense of curiosity that always leaves his drifting off, daydreaming about what he could do.
History: Owl had watched very silently as his siblings opened their eyes. He had felt that something was wrong about Bleak, but he paid no mind to it. But then, when the day came that Bleak jumped on him and clawed him, he knew that his wonders were right. He had turned and fought back, but he had no experience and went down fast. He did do some scratching and biting before his time and slowed Bleak down, but not enough. Then, he was a ghost.
Other:Is a ghost
Age: 2 years
Gender: tom
Rank: Loner
Physical Appearance: Kahl is a very large form of his son, Bleak. His golden brown pelt is coated in dark brown markings that range from swirls, to stripes, to spots. His eyes are a hard yellow, but aren't as large as his son's. His claws are longer than Bleak's and seem to always be unsheathed. He is very large with muscles that glide smoothly under his pelt. His smile is twisted and cruel, the voice behind it dark and deep.
Personality: Kahl is 100% evil, to say the least. He is worse than Bleak, watching his victims die slowly and painfully with a smirk. He is silent and intimidating, getting under the skin of any cat. He strikes fast and silent, much like an assassin, but he is far too muscular for that job. Plus, he likes to drag the life bit by bit out of his opponent.
History: Kahl, after finding that he was to be a father, had been happy. But, as time moved on and the pregnancy was making his love moodier and harder to deal with, he got angry. He only stayed a few weeks after the kits were born, and then left, never to be seen again until he came across a cat that could travel in his dreams. Going under training, Kahl kept a close eye on his children while they grew, murmuring directions into Bleak's ear as he killed his brothers and sister. He has now decided to come home and see his son in person, for more than just to say hello...
Other: He's obviously Bleak's father...
Secret Word: Warrior
Name: Shrill
Age: Dead... Died at 6 moons but somehow kept growing, so is actually 15 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Dead
Physical Appearance: Shrill is a silver she-cat with a solid white tail. Her eyes are a glowing yellow. She was killed by Bleak for a reason that she never knew and now bears the marks of her death. She had been held under the river surface and drowned. Her pelt is dripping wet but never dampens another cat. Her eyes are bloodshot and glazed over slightly. Her voice gurgles as if hardly speaking through water.
Personality: Shrill was always sweet and playful. She was a glowing bundle of joy, but that meant that she wouldn't take a punishment seriously. She would always find something else to look at while her mother yowled her frustration, like a butterfly. She loved butterflies and she gave herself the nickname 'Butterfly.' She never was that bright, but she could get the job done if she wanted, no doubt about that.
History: Born into life, Shrill was the last to open her eyes. She found the bright colors wonderful and wandered off her first day out of the den. She got a scolding for that. She has no solid memories of her father, only little pieces of him before he left. Then the day came when Bleak snapped and killed her and her brothers. She had been put into the river, Bleak whispering that she should not get cut up. That had been when the world went black as night...
Other: She be a ghost!
Name: Twig
Age: Dead... Died at 6 moons but somehow kept growing, so is actually 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Dead
Physical Appearance: Twig is a golden brown color with a few spots that are like spices; dark red, peppery black, and a dusky orange. The spots are in small clumps and there are only seven or so clumps. He bears a deep wound in his throat that makes his voice bubble; the killing blow that his brother had dealt. His eyes are a very soft yellow, glazed over slightly with death. All through his pelt are deep scars that were given the day of his death when he had tried to flee. One of his ears are torn into three sections and the other ear is missing the tip. His paws are covered in blood from him fighting back, dirt clumping to his jagged claws.
Personality: Twig is the medium kit, meaning that he was the second to open his eyes. He has always been playful and curious, trying things that he has never seen before without warning. He was a natural chatterbox; he never shut up. After his killing, he had gone very silent as a ghost, barely speaking at all. But his bubbly personality still showed through his actions.
History: Opening his eyes, Twig watched silently as Bleak and Shrill opened their eyes. He grew up much like the rest, getting scolded if he did something wrong. And then Bleak snapped. He had been killed after his older brother, taking the same death as him; a deep slash to the throat.
Other:Is a ghost
Name: Owl
Age: Dead... Died at 6 moons but somehow kept growing, so is actually 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Dead
Physical Appearance: Owl is the biggest of the litter. He is white with solid golden brown patches that are on his neck, hind flank, one paw, and the tip of his tail. His eyes are a soft violet color, taking after his mother in the gene. His claws are almost undetectable when they are out, being small, but sharper than thorns. His violet eyes, like the others', are glazed over with death. A deep wound buries itself into his throat, making him almost unable to talk. He had learned how to talk once more, but can only say a few words, never a complete sentence. His white pelt is stained red with the almost millions of scratch's that his brother gave him. He had fought back, earning him bloodied fangs and claws.
Personality: Opening his eyes first, Owl's eyes were huge, earning him his name. He was softly spoken and never really talked much. He was the most mature of the other kittens, or so he thought. Murder had never come to his mind, ever; not once. But, he has a sense of curiosity that always leaves his drifting off, daydreaming about what he could do.
History: Owl had watched very silently as his siblings opened their eyes. He had felt that something was wrong about Bleak, but he paid no mind to it. But then, when the day came that Bleak jumped on him and clawed him, he knew that his wonders were right. He had turned and fought back, but he had no experience and went down fast. He did do some scratching and biting before his time and slowed Bleak down, but not enough. Then, he was a ghost.
Other:Is a ghost
