Post by .:Desertflower:. on Mar 21, 2007 21:10:18 GMT -5
Name: BrokenSoul
Age:
24 moons
Gender:
male
Clan, Rank:
Darkclan, Warrior
Physical Description:
Broken soul can only be described with one word. Black. His fur is black, his eye are a dark Grey, and his soul is as black as any cat's could get. His right ear is no longer one piece and his fur is scraggly and ungroomed. When he walks, he walks with an air of dignity and power radiating off of him that will scare even the bravest of heroes. Fear to look too long is his eyes, for secrets hide there that no cat should know. He is small and sleek, too easy to be framed. He knows how to be charming and win over elders. Yet he wanders, surrounded by cats but all alone.
Personality:
In a word, BrokenSoul is not good or evil, he is merely broken. He was hurt long ago, emotionally and physically, and Starclan has not fully healed him yet. He is very wise and very clever. But he is also mysterious an feared. Though there is nothing to be afraid of, his clanmates hide and exclude him for fear of the secrets nursing in his soul. Because of this he barely speaks and stays away from attention.
Pic:
rn
History:
Broken soul was born a loner. He was half kittypet, by his mother. His grandfather was a rouge. Some claim to see the evil in his eyes, though there is none. He was born in a cave, miles from the clans. Growing up, he learned all he could from his father. His mother to him was merely a name. She stayed away from him, saw the glint in his eye. His father nurtured him, and told more about the clan cats and humans than any cat has ever known. They loved each other and cared for each other. Then one day his mother left, for she was always complaining about the lack of food, and returned to her humans. Not long after BrokenSoul found his father on the edge of the road dead. His father knew all about roads. That accident had not been an accident. To this day he believes his father killed himself. Seeking guidance, he turned to DarkClan. they gave him all his father did, and more. He became an apprentice then a warrior. He learned the ways of the spirits through his fathers Spirit. He was a great cat. Then it happened. Rushingkit had strayed away from camp. The kit wandered into a loners territory and was killed. BrokenSoul found him and brought him back. Many believed he killed the kit. Since then BrokenSoul has trusted no one, not even himself.
Future:
I have no future planned for BrokenSoul...or at least not one I can tell.
Age:
24 moons
Gender:
male
Clan, Rank:
Darkclan, Warrior
Physical Description:
Broken soul can only be described with one word. Black. His fur is black, his eye are a dark Grey, and his soul is as black as any cat's could get. His right ear is no longer one piece and his fur is scraggly and ungroomed. When he walks, he walks with an air of dignity and power radiating off of him that will scare even the bravest of heroes. Fear to look too long is his eyes, for secrets hide there that no cat should know. He is small and sleek, too easy to be framed. He knows how to be charming and win over elders. Yet he wanders, surrounded by cats but all alone.
Personality:
In a word, BrokenSoul is not good or evil, he is merely broken. He was hurt long ago, emotionally and physically, and Starclan has not fully healed him yet. He is very wise and very clever. But he is also mysterious an feared. Though there is nothing to be afraid of, his clanmates hide and exclude him for fear of the secrets nursing in his soul. Because of this he barely speaks and stays away from attention.
Pic:
rn
History:
Broken soul was born a loner. He was half kittypet, by his mother. His grandfather was a rouge. Some claim to see the evil in his eyes, though there is none. He was born in a cave, miles from the clans. Growing up, he learned all he could from his father. His mother to him was merely a name. She stayed away from him, saw the glint in his eye. His father nurtured him, and told more about the clan cats and humans than any cat has ever known. They loved each other and cared for each other. Then one day his mother left, for she was always complaining about the lack of food, and returned to her humans. Not long after BrokenSoul found his father on the edge of the road dead. His father knew all about roads. That accident had not been an accident. To this day he believes his father killed himself. Seeking guidance, he turned to DarkClan. they gave him all his father did, and more. He became an apprentice then a warrior. He learned the ways of the spirits through his fathers Spirit. He was a great cat. Then it happened. Rushingkit had strayed away from camp. The kit wandered into a loners territory and was killed. BrokenSoul found him and brought him back. Many believed he killed the kit. Since then BrokenSoul has trusted no one, not even himself.
Future:
I have no future planned for BrokenSoul...or at least not one I can tell.
