Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 0:23:50 GMT -6
Blackstar.
and the arms of the ocean are carrying me
NAME: Blackstone (-star).
AGE: Forty eight moons
GENDER: Male.
CLAN: Riverclan.
RANK: Leader.
and all this devotion was rushing out of me
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
Blackstone, a solid black tom with scars and bight green eyes.
APPEARANCE:
Blackstone is a massive tom, larger than most cats but not so abnormal in the size category. This body adorns short fur which helps him on the moorlands and that short fur is one single color. That color is black, sheer black- even his paw pads and his nose are black. The only two things that sets this off is his pink tongue, which of course it is pink. The second thing would be his green eyes which are more of a dull, dark green. Kind of like the green on evergreen trees. Besides this, Blackstone also has some scars that adorn his pelt but that is from multiple fights he has been through. One which caused his damaged vocals but the same one he was lucky to survive through, especially with his injuries he suffered from that fight.
and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me
STRENGTHS:
- Large cat.
- Experienced warrior.
- Stoic.
WEAKNESSES:
- Damaged vocals.
- Has a noticeable weak point (family history).
- Temperamental.
PERSONALITY:
Blackstone is not very many things to say the least. Once a playful and outgoing kit who liked to talk and be friends with everyone he could be, sank down into the quiet, stoic tom who is distant and friends with a select few. Due to the damaged vocals, he has become more quiet to avoid putting himself in pain which is caused by straining the damaged vocals. After the battle at the borders between his family and rouges, he found himself.. more strong in the sense he couldn't be hurt very easily or upset easily. This resulted in the stoic and not easily perturbed personality. Along with this, he became cautious and more hesitant to do things, beginning to think more before acting. Since the lake, he also has became picky with who he becomes close to. So far, this is just Minnowfeather and Skypaw.
On the contrary, who he becomes close to does not dictate who he cares for. He cares for the ones close to him and his regular friends equally, caring for the clan as a whole. Now speaking of the clan, Blackstone has very protective traits. If one ever wanted to hurt someone of the clan who was defenseless, injured or weak while Blackstone was around, that cat would have to take him down first. The same goes with his family, even if Minnowfeather or Skypaw was able to fight for herself at the time- or any other family.
Other traits of his include loyalty and trustfulness. He would most likely never betray anyone and neither would he tell another cat someone else's secret if they did not want him to. Also being a very patient tom if you catch him in a good mood too, he can tolerate quite a bit. Very relaxed as well tho in a bad mood he can be quick to snap, temperamental and lack the patience he seems to have at other times. Otherwise, he is quite a cat of good traits, with the couple of negatives of course.
On the contrary, who he becomes close to does not dictate who he cares for. He cares for the ones close to him and his regular friends equally, caring for the clan as a whole. Now speaking of the clan, Blackstone has very protective traits. If one ever wanted to hurt someone of the clan who was defenseless, injured or weak while Blackstone was around, that cat would have to take him down first. The same goes with his family, even if Minnowfeather or Skypaw was able to fight for herself at the time- or any other family.
Other traits of his include loyalty and trustfulness. He would most likely never betray anyone and neither would he tell another cat someone else's secret if they did not want him to. Also being a very patient tom if you catch him in a good mood too, he can tolerate quite a bit. Very relaxed as well tho in a bad mood he can be quick to snap, temperamental and lack the patience he seems to have at other times. Otherwise, he is quite a cat of good traits, with the couple of negatives of course.
but the arms of the ocean delivered me
MOTHER: Cloudbelly.
FATHER: Treeflight.
SIBLINGS: Geckofang, Birdflight, Stonebelly, Crowpaw, Skypaw, Vulture, Buzzard.
OTHER FAMILY: Minnowfeather, Skypaw.
MENTOR: Lightfeather.
HISTORY:
Blackstone was born August twenty ninth.
Blackstone was born in Riverclan as Blackkit with his two littermates, Icekit and Crowkit. He already had three older brothers, their names being Geckopaw, Birdpaw and Stonepaw at the time. Those three brothers were fairly mean and rude to their three younger siblings, but nice at times and that is why Blackkit grew to resent them a bit. But for the most part, their kithood went fairly fine, their elder siblings gaining their names which would be the following. Geckofang (prefix because he was the smallest, like a Gecko, and the suffix fang because he was good at hunting and fighting), Birdflight (prefix because the markings as a kit reminded their mother of a bird and flight for his quickness and swiftness) and Stonebelly (prefix for the gray pelt and belly for his jovial personality). Shortly after Blackkit and his littermates became apprentices, these three left the clan which made Blackpaw feel fairly relieved and glad but a bit empty. That was a little less than half of his family that left due to their growing detestment towards clan life.
During their apprenticeship, their mother had a smaller litter which consisted of Buzzardkit and Vulturekit. Both who Blackpaw was scared to be around in fear he'd turn into something like his older brothers.
Three moons later, the family was going on a stroll close to the borders of the clan and the loner lands. With them were the two kits, seeing as they were anxious to get out and with two warriors and three apprentices, they thought it'd be fine. The family ended up being attacked by a gang of rouges (probably around three to four at most) who came by for a brief hunt. Being over powered, Graypaw and their parents died of injuries, Buzzardkit and Vulturekit ran off across the borders due to not knowing the territory very well but found later on (in late apprenticeship, they decided to go after their long lost brothers and became loners). Blackpaw and Icepaw suffered major injuries. The two siblings managed to get back to their camp, Icepaw later died and Blackpaw survived on a thin line of luck but ended up with damaged vocals due to unknown causes (more as in, he knows but refuses to tell). Since then, he developed into a very quiet tom with a stoic and not very easily perturbed personality.
At fourteen moons, he met Minnowfeather after gaining his warrior name of Blackstone. Minnowfeather gradually became friends with Blackstone. This friendship became more and more close, soon becoming mates. Seven moons ago they had a kit who is now an apprentice, their son's name being Skypaw. They didn't have any other litter together, they are happy with a smaller family.
During the time Blackstone was a warrior, tho he still is, he had mentored about two apprentices. Their names at the time were Fishpaw and Waterpaw.
After the current deputy retired, Blackstone was promoted to deputy with kindness despite the leader being elderly and sick. It wasn't long until that leader died and Blackstone had to step up. Becoming Blackstar with his nine lives, he has been leading the clan quite well for some moons.
Blackstone was born in Riverclan as Blackkit with his two littermates, Icekit and Crowkit. He already had three older brothers, their names being Geckopaw, Birdpaw and Stonepaw at the time. Those three brothers were fairly mean and rude to their three younger siblings, but nice at times and that is why Blackkit grew to resent them a bit. But for the most part, their kithood went fairly fine, their elder siblings gaining their names which would be the following. Geckofang (prefix because he was the smallest, like a Gecko, and the suffix fang because he was good at hunting and fighting), Birdflight (prefix because the markings as a kit reminded their mother of a bird and flight for his quickness and swiftness) and Stonebelly (prefix for the gray pelt and belly for his jovial personality). Shortly after Blackkit and his littermates became apprentices, these three left the clan which made Blackpaw feel fairly relieved and glad but a bit empty. That was a little less than half of his family that left due to their growing detestment towards clan life.
During their apprenticeship, their mother had a smaller litter which consisted of Buzzardkit and Vulturekit. Both who Blackpaw was scared to be around in fear he'd turn into something like his older brothers.
Three moons later, the family was going on a stroll close to the borders of the clan and the loner lands. With them were the two kits, seeing as they were anxious to get out and with two warriors and three apprentices, they thought it'd be fine. The family ended up being attacked by a gang of rouges (probably around three to four at most) who came by for a brief hunt. Being over powered, Graypaw and their parents died of injuries, Buzzardkit and Vulturekit ran off across the borders due to not knowing the territory very well but found later on (in late apprenticeship, they decided to go after their long lost brothers and became loners). Blackpaw and Icepaw suffered major injuries. The two siblings managed to get back to their camp, Icepaw later died and Blackpaw survived on a thin line of luck but ended up with damaged vocals due to unknown causes (more as in, he knows but refuses to tell). Since then, he developed into a very quiet tom with a stoic and not very easily perturbed personality.
At fourteen moons, he met Minnowfeather after gaining his warrior name of Blackstone. Minnowfeather gradually became friends with Blackstone. This friendship became more and more close, soon becoming mates. Seven moons ago they had a kit who is now an apprentice, their son's name being Skypaw. They didn't have any other litter together, they are happy with a smaller family.
During the time Blackstone was a warrior, tho he still is, he had mentored about two apprentices. Their names at the time were Fishpaw and Waterpaw.
After the current deputy retired, Blackstone was promoted to deputy with kindness despite the leader being elderly and sick. It wasn't long until that leader died and Blackstone had to step up. Becoming Blackstar with his nine lives, he has been leading the clan quite well for some moons.
never let me go, never let me go
ROLE-PLAYER: Emil but Melania/Melinda/Sabine are my real names.
WRITING SAMPLE:
Like most nights, the large tom was up and active. Considering he had sensitivity to a lot of sunlight, he took to being more active when the moon was up. More now than ever seeing with the recent forest fire that left nothing really to shelter him from the harsh rays. For that reason, most cats would find him dozing in an old den of some sort on the territory. It was slightly looked down upon but he did try to hunt during the evening hours and still try to help out every now and then because Sunflower certainly was not lazy. The tom's albinism just held him back from doing some things- including a lot of work in direct day light as mentioned but that was because it hurt.
That night tho, he had taken up a bit of hunting but found little. A very scrawny frog that was searching for water was the only thing he could pick up which was surprising considering that hunting was his weakness and that there was practically no prey. All of it took into hiding, considering the fire and such. Then the fact it was also leafbare. Oh well, that little piece of meat should keep some of the kittens in the clan satisfied for a while. That being the reason he was back at the built-together camp where he noticed the two she-cats.
The thick furred tom, being in the mood for some socialization, bounded over to them and sat down. He cleared a small spot in the ash, sat down and dropped the scrawny piece of meat- if the word meat could even be used- between his paws. "Hello! I picked up something for the little fella's in the nursery, it isn't much but Gannetstar would have been proud of it. She knew I was never all that good at hunting," The tom commented after greeting, thoughts of his former mentor plaguing his head but he shook away the thoughts.
Sunflower had been a complete mess after her death, it was only about two or so moons ago that their brothers helped him recover from the loss. Gannetstar had after all, been like a parental figure to him and a good friend as well as his mentor when he was an apprentice. "Most cats are not up at this time, may I ask what you are doing?" The albino inquired, his pale blue eyes scanning over the two she-cats. He was indeed bisexual but quite open about the fact he was also interested in toms, tho he was not going to take a mate anytime soon. Maybe in later times, currently there was enough going on and he was only about twenty five moons.
That night tho, he had taken up a bit of hunting but found little. A very scrawny frog that was searching for water was the only thing he could pick up which was surprising considering that hunting was his weakness and that there was practically no prey. All of it took into hiding, considering the fire and such. Then the fact it was also leafbare. Oh well, that little piece of meat should keep some of the kittens in the clan satisfied for a while. That being the reason he was back at the built-together camp where he noticed the two she-cats.
The thick furred tom, being in the mood for some socialization, bounded over to them and sat down. He cleared a small spot in the ash, sat down and dropped the scrawny piece of meat- if the word meat could even be used- between his paws. "Hello! I picked up something for the little fella's in the nursery, it isn't much but Gannetstar would have been proud of it. She knew I was never all that good at hunting," The tom commented after greeting, thoughts of his former mentor plaguing his head but he shook away the thoughts.
Sunflower had been a complete mess after her death, it was only about two or so moons ago that their brothers helped him recover from the loss. Gannetstar had after all, been like a parental figure to him and a good friend as well as his mentor when he was an apprentice. "Most cats are not up at this time, may I ask what you are doing?" The albino inquired, his pale blue eyes scanning over the two she-cats. He was indeed bisexual but quite open about the fact he was also interested in toms, tho he was not going to take a mate anytime soon. Maybe in later times, currently there was enough going on and he was only about twenty five moons.
Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine
It's my baby so treat it well. ;D
