Post by Nightfall on Mar 4, 2010 19:39:10 GMT -5
Name |
[/color] Gender | Tom
Age | Twenty-one moons.
Rank |
Clan | None.
Beliefs| Adder believes in something other than StarClan, known as the Tribe of Endless Hunting. Since he was once a Tribe cat, that's all he ever learned. That's where he believes his tribemates are now, and forever.
But he's heard whispers of another place of warrior ancestors. What was it called, StarClan? Despite all the whispers and murmurs, Adder's faith remains solidly in The Tribe of Endless Hunting, where he hopes he will go to someday, to be reunited with his Tribemates.
Parents | Thunder [father, deceased] Red Flower [mother, deceased]
Siblings | Fallen Rose [sister. deceased] White Bone [brother, deceased] Brave Lion [brother, deeased]
Mate | not yet.
Crush |
Kits | not yet.
Apprentice/Mentor | not yet.
Appearance | Adder, while quite the handsome cat, closely resembles his father, especially with his varying ginger coloured fur and dark tabby markings. Adder's olive coloured eyes stand out quite a bit, as does the little flash of white underneath his chin. Adder has very thin fur, and gets cold easily. Adder has a long tail which keeps him balanced in battle.
Adder has quite a strange build, which seems to be an accidental mix of his parents genes. While he has a slim, streamlined body like mother, he has his father's muscles and strength. Adder is medium size, though he is not fully grown yet. Many in the tribe believed that one day that he would be larger and stronger than his father, but now, that is not expected to happen. His paws are average size, but his nails are much longer than they should be.
Personality | If Adder could be described with one word, it probably would be "cool" or "player". Adder is a flirty, stubborn cat who loves to play with she-cats hearts. He is bold, willing to talk back to elder cats and is sometimes to cocky for his own good. He is fierce when threatened, and ruthless in battle. However, much of this information if useless to people who want to know the real Adder.
To be truthful, the flirtyness and stubborness is actually hiding his insecurities. Adder, to be truthful, is often on the verge of breaking down, curling up in to a ball and begging to die. He can't take much more of what life throws at him.
Adder often fears getting close to a cat for fear of them being killed. He feels as though he is bad luck, like a broken mirror or spilled salt. Every cat he has ever gotten close to (namely his family and his crush) have all been killed while he remains in the realm of the living, letting all this pain, sorrow and fear build up. Someday, it'll all come out, and when it does, hopefully Adder will have a shoulder to cry on.
Skills | A ruthless fighter, Adder knows all the techniques. His father was once a respected fighter, and so, he has passed on his skills to his most promising son. Adder lives up to the name his tribe once gave him, "Little Fighter".
Adder's hunting skills are slightly above average at best. Often his fighting instinct flares up at the most wrong time ever, scaring away the prey.
Tracking? Don't even mention it to him, unless you want to be scratched in the face. Adder is a terrible tracker and has no sense of direction. He can get lost on even the most well known path in the forest.
History | Adder was born into the Tribe of Lost Winds. Being the first born to the tribe leader, he was named heir to the tribe.
By the time Adder could talk and walk without falling over, Thunder began teaching his son how to fight and hunt. While Adder's hunting was average, his fighting skills were extraordinary, surprising his father and even the strongest cats in the tribe. For this surprising skill, his father gave Adder his To-Be name early; Little Fighter.
Little Fighter was trying to take on his father by the time he was only nine moons old. Shortly after being defeated easily by his father, Litte Fighter was challenged by the largest cat in the tribe, Strong Bone. Much to the surprise of the crowd of cats and waiting healer ready to heal Little Fighter when he got crushed to pieces, Little Fighter actually defeated the huge brute and had barely a scratch on him.
With that, his father was convinced. He called a meeting with the elders, and by nightfall, Little Fighter was given his new name and rank. He was now known as Black Adder, for his speed and ferocious fighting skills. Despite being newly named and only eleven moons old, he was automatically one of the most respected warriors in the tribe.
And now the story takes a sad and devastating turn. About eight moons after Black Adder's warrior ceremony, a small, Two Leg started fire broke out into the tribe's camp. Everyone died. Except for one cat. Black Adder, who was out hunting and got slightly lost. When he figured out the way and returned to the camp, nothing was left. burnt skeletons of cats whose fur had been burned off their very bodies while they were alive lay around him. Quickly, Black Adder tore through the camp, calling his father's name.
Much to Black Adder's surprise, when he found his father, the tribe leader wasn't quite dead yet. With his last few beaths, he told his last remaining son how proud he was of him. With his very last breath, he uttered these final words. "Keep the memory of the tribe alive, Little Fighter."
Once his father was gone, Black Adder fled the camp, fleeing into the dark woods. Reality had just shattered for him. The image of all his tribemates remained etched in his mind.
When he stopped to rest for the night, Black Adder couldn't bear being called Black Adder anymore, as it was too connected to the still raw memories of his tribe. So he tore it in half, keeping only one half, the one that had some meaning to him. Adder. Ruthless and quick in battle.
When the sun came up, Adder set off deeper into the forest. Despite being completely lost, he did not dare turn back, for the fear of seeing the burnt bodies once more.
Soon, Adder came upon the ranch, and decided to settle in there. That is where he remains now, playing with she-cats hearts around the clock.
Because, on the inside, Little Fighter is trying to get out and return home.[/sup][/center]
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp