Post by Silver on Aug 22, 2011 21:25:23 GMT -5
. they call me SHATTERPELT!
Name:
-- Shatterpelt.
Age:
-- 23 moons
Gender:
-- she-cat.
Rank:
-- Warrior.
Clan:
-- Thunderclan.All I can say, is that this boy is still the same,
It's the man inside that's changed.
Short Appearance:
-- A light gray tabby with black shattered looking fur.
Detailed Appearance:
-- Large for a she-cat with over sized bumbling paws and long sharp claws, Shatterpelt has known forever that she was built for fighting not hunting. Despite her great balance and precision pouncing, she finds hunting nearly impossible with all the noise she makes. Her long muscled legs are covered in the same dark gray and black markings as her back, while her stomach and muzzle are a bit lighter gray. The whites and grays seem to almost swirl together, creating a beautiful mixture of texture and color. You could even consider her pelt beautiful, if not for the obnoxious shattering black that overlaps it, giving her her name. Her bushy tail, tipped with pure white, seems to float behind her as she walks, collecting dirt and grime as it often drags along the ground. Only constant cleaning keeps it and her long belly fur clean from grime
She has a small angular face, with small black lines reaching down to her eyes, and more circling them before tipping them off at the corners.Many say her most noticeable feature is her eyes, a pale purple that stands out brightly in darkness. However, she despises them because they often give her away when she's stalking prey or enemy cats, standing out against rocks and brown tree trunks. Second to her eyes only, her claws also attract attention. So long that they are almost talon like, she could shred through any cats fur with ease. They are her favorite weapon in a battle, giving her extra reach that other cats don't have. They have also saved her many meals when she scares the prey before quickly snagging it with a long outstretched claw.
She has a low, lilting voice that seems to echo melodically. It seems to be tinged with a slight sadness, but when she speaks up it holds only challenge and rebelliousness. Her gaze is hard, sometimes cold even, and even in her own nest her muscles are tensed and her claws unsheathed. Her only noticeable scar is three straight claw marks along her right foreleg, the remnants of a fight against a rogues in her territory when she was an apprentice. Unseen by most, a small chip also adorns one of her front teeth, from when she was merely a kit and slipped off a ledge, falling right onto her face.
Personality:
-- With few friends, Shatterpelt isn't exactly what you would call outgoing. She prefers to be by herself, or with those who think very similarly to herself. However she is often outspoken at Clan meetings, where she raises questions that many are thinking but are hesitant to raise themselves. She is never afraid to give her own opinion, and tends to think that she correct. She hopes to become leader even though she is still young, and wants to change some of the Clans strict ways regarding the warrior code.
Disregarding her revolutionary ideas, she is the epitome of a perfect warrior. Even when she disagrees, she obeys the orders of her superiors quickly without whining and knows that she is not above simple tasks like collecting moss or helping elders. She loves to lead patrols and hunting parties, but will just as obediently participate in them. She takes her position very seriously, and as much as she wants to change some things she would never betray her leader or deputy in any manner. She is very diligent and never goofs off on missions or even easy assignments, and quickly reprimands those who do. Although some call her too solemn, she is one of few cats who can say they have never broken the warrior code in any way, and has never associated with those who have.
Shatterpelt doubts she will have kits any time soon, seeing as she finds most of the toms her age immature or arrogant, and knows that if she has kits her chances of becoming leader will drop heavily. Since her parents died, she has been close with no one. She pushes people away, but somehow yearns to have some cats close to her that love her like family.
StarClan is nothing to her, because if they really existed why would they have left her alone as a kit in a Clan where she didn't completely belong? For moons after her parents death she prayed to StarClan, just a tiny apprentice begging for her mother back, or to be with her in StarClan. As the days went on and she never received an answer, she grew farther and farther away from believing in them. By the time she was a warrior, she had accepted that those shiny things in the sky weren't StarClan, they were just stars. That no one was watching over her, and all she could do was be the best warrior that she could be.
History:
-- Shatterpelt had a very tragic kit hood, even from birth. It had been a hard year, and her mother Jaysong gave birth to a litter of only two, Shatterkit and her sister Dapplekit. Dapplekit didn't even survive the first moon, being a scrawny little thing while Shatterkit was large. Her mother Larksong was thin and weak, and gave little milk, all of which Shatterkit took to survive. From malnourishment, Dapplekit quickly died. Just as Shatterkit was about to become an apprentice, her father Nettleclaw was killed by a small group of rogues on the border. The worst part of his death was that the whole clan knew he shouldn't have been on the border alone, and many of the older cats secretly assumed he had been planning to meet with the rogues but they instead killed him.
Jaysong was determined to go back to being a warrior, to redeem the shame from her mate's death. She oversaw Shatterkit's apprenticeship, teaching her everything she knew after Shatterkit's lessons with her mentor. She was relentless in teaching her not to associate with rogues or loners, and to always stand up for what she thought was right. The relationship between them was focused much more on teaching that on family bonds, but when Jaysong was killed by a fox it still hit Shatterpaw hard. She quickly overcame her grief and became determined to become everything her mother would have wished for, strong and proud and a leader of the clan.She progressed through the end of her training, becoming the warrior Shatterpelt.
She fought hard, pressing other cats to train and fight with her whenever she had extra time, taking on as much work as she could as a new warrior. She was determined to be the best, to have the ability to beat every cat in battle. She practiced the skills she lacked, stalking and hunting and worked until they were near the other warriors', even though she hated hunting and stalking. She mainly excelled at fighting, taking on those stronger and older and bigger, welcoming the pain just to gain the experience and new moves she would get from it. Her life as a warrior has been rather uneventful so far; train, patrol, hunt, train, sleep.
She had always felt responsible for Dapplekit's death, thinking, 'If I had been the small one, I would be dead now. I SHOULD be dead now...' As much as she pushed away her past grief, as she pushed away the other Clan cats, she still wished for something more, and was still looking for it..If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.
Family:
-- Mother: Jaysong(dead) Father:Nettleclaw (dead).
Aspiration/Likes:
-- -wants to become leader, wants to defeat all those who challenge her in battle, likes:fighting, debating, creating new ways of thinking.
Fears/Dislikes:
-- Fears:Foxes, letting her dead mother down Dislikes: eating frogs, hunting, medicine cats(because of how they always talk about Starclan).When you come around,
You're like a little slice of heaven when I'm coming down.
Username:
-- polkadots.
Why Did You Join LUTD?:
-- Optional.
Themesong:
-- I Need a Doctor-Dr.Dre featuring eminem and skylar grey.
Other:
-- Anything we missed? NOOOO!
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