Post by spike on May 6, 2011 13:26:11 GMT -6
<---- Darkcrow
tom, twenty-three moons
RANK:Warrior
ALLIANCE:HillClan
APPEARANCE:Lanky deep brown-black tom with very pale green eyes.
PERSONALITY:Astute & Observant;; If there’s one thing anybody notices first about him is the intelligence deep in those pale green eyes. Something extremely powerful, a mind that knows far more than what it should, or a slyness that a fox may possess. This cat doesn’t come off as stupid and far from unaware. It’s like they stare into you and demand the truth, the truth that he already knows and is merely waiting for you to admit to it. He truly is smart, no doubt, which makes up for being physically lacking. If anybody wanted to learn and train the mind, Darkcrow would be the one to go to. He notices many things and is always on the look out, a reporter looking for the latest scoop. It may not be liked by many, but he’s a smart cat and he uses it in any way he can.
Aloof & Gruff;; To most cats, even those on the closer end with him, Darkcrow will rarely seem to be much else besides plain uncaring and disinterested. And that’s because he is. Honestly, he has a limited interest and you have to truly grasp it to get anything over than a grunt in response from this dark tom. Whether this is a challenge or merely rude to the listener is up to them. Darkcrow prefers to stay on his own track of regular warrior life and anything that could distract him from that must be real damn important. StarClan knows he shouldn’t be wasting time lounging around or running to tend to everything anyways.
Secretly Extremely Loving;; Nobody knows that about Darkcrow because he rarely ever shows it. And why should he? He followed very close in Blacktail’s pawsteps when it came to not sharing out his emotions with just anybody. This tom may come off as a mean one, not concerned with others or how they are, but he’s like his father in the sense that once there is that one cat that can prove that they deserve what he has to give, he’ll break down and show his loyalty and faith in extreme, sweet ways. But it’s very hard to get there and this semi-romantic at heart doesn’t want anybody to just take it. He isn’t going to be that stupid.
REASON FOR NAME:Dark- for his shady brown-black fur which is intensely dark. –crow for his cunningness.
FAMILY:Blacktail;; father, NPC
Cedarheart;; mother, deceased
Nightstorm;; brother, NPC
Tigerfoot;; brother, deceased
Mousepelt;; sister, deceased
HISTORY:Dark-kit, Tigerkit, Mousekit, and Nightkit, were the creation of two warriors of HillClan. A father, Blacktail, with a wicked reputation of cruelty and fierceness in battle, and a mother, Cedarheart, far more gentle than what most felines should be. But they both cared about each other greatly and so that was how the four kits came to be. Their ranks were so obvious from the day they could walk. Mousekit was the gentle one, much like their mother. Nightkit was a follower to the clear leader, Tigerkit. And then there was Dark-kit. Perhaps not truly outgoing and such like the others, Dark-kit had something that the others didn’t. A likeness to Blacktail. The fierce warrior saw this right away and decided his son would not be like the others. He’d need to be raised as he had been to assure a terrifying warrior to emerge from the little brown kit.
Immediately from being made an apprentice, Blacktail tried to keep control on Darkpaw. He personally kept track on the mentor’s ways, watching the best he could to keep Darkpaw on the same track. But this attention made Tigerpaw very jealous, same with Mousepaw. But they took different ways with it. Tigerpaw bitterly grew angry while Mousepaw became depressed that Blacktail showed more interest in Darkpaw over them. Not that she’d complain, she’d do her best to try and keep their family together. With Cedarheart so weak as it was (she had grown very ill with an unknown reason), they needed to stay together. For their mother.
Not that it’d go that way. The four apprentices were growing apart, Mousepaw trying her best to keep them together. For Darkpaw, he completely ignored them because he was engrossed in his training. He had no complains to the way things were running. He had never liked Tigerpaw anyways for the rough ways he ordered him and Nightpaw around. The dark tom perhaps caused so much troubles by growing smug about it, ignoring the anger in the others’ eyes. Darkpaw learned many lessons in his apprentice days, but the lesson of family would not come until after he became a warrior alongside the rest of them
Darkcrow, Tigerfoot, Nightstorm, and Mousepelt were all named warriors together, sitting vigil together and enjoying their first night of warriorhood. It was so easy to let the silence overwhelm them and bond them together even if it was so momentary. But when dawn rose, the word was out that in the night, Cedarheart had passed on into StarClan. This was not the point of where they joined together but rather officially broke apart. Blacktail tore himself away from the others and mourned alone. When Darkcrow went to check on their father, Tigerfoot stood in his way.”What makes you think you can just go and be the one to talk to him?” Tigerfoot snapped.
“He’s as much my father as he is yours, Tigerfoot,” Darkcrow pointed out quietly. “If you wanted to comfort him, why didn’t you do so sooner?”
“You’re such the favorite, aren’t you?” the larger tom snapped. “You never thought about us, did you? Me, Mousepelt, Nightstorm? You forgot about us! You had nothing to do with us, Darkcrow! You never let us have our chance!” Eyes burned bright with rage as Tigerfoot turned to stalk off. “You’ll regret it, I’ll make sure you do.”
The warrior tried to put it behind him but it was pointless. He was now on edge trying to think about what it could possibly be that Tigerfoot would do to make him regret being the favorite. A few moons passed, each finally beginning to settle and refrain from major fights. Then on one night time walk, Darkcrow finally found out Tigerfoot’s plan. It was dark when he was pounced by his brother, thrown aside easily because of his small stature. Tigerfoot screamed his rage about never being noticed even if he had been the better warrior, the better apprentice. Darkcrow refused to fight because he still thought it wasn’t his fault.
The only thing that stopped him was Mousepelt, the little she-cat that came running in just when Tigerfoot was ready to claw Darkcrow’s throat. Instead, she took the attacks and received heavy damage. Darkcrow loved his sister, unlike his brother, and cried when she fell to the ground, bleeding heavily all over. “You did this!” Darkcrow had cried. Tigerfoot only stared in horror for a moment before he turned and ran off. (His body would later be found on the outskirts of the territory. Death from eating deathberries.) Darkcrow quickly helped Mousepelt back to the camp but by the time the medicine cat could get to her, it was too late. The injuries had been severe and she was gone. Enraged, Darkcrow bottled up his anger and stopped being sly, smug little Darkcrow that had been known from before. Now he was somber, reserved and serious. Losing Mousepelt was what broke him and turned him into the Darkcrow he is now.
If there could be anybody to revive the lost heart he had, then they’d be a pure miracle worker sent by StarClan.
RP EXAMPLE:See Yellowtail
PASSWORD: [admin edit]
