Post by Shade on Jun 30, 2009 9:59:17 GMT -5
Name:
Adderstar
Age:
25 - 30 Moons
Rank:
Leader
Gender:
Male
Clan:
Shadowclan
Personality:
Well he is bold and blunt... It would seem it is always this way with those of the title, Mud, no? He is ambitous, but not in a take over the world way... more in a subtle loving style, as is. He isnt the easiest truster and you must work to get his approval... never has he openly given it. Mudstream is not an open lover, and does not let his heart be taken without a full fledged war. Typical. Anger runs in his viens, despite how he runs and hides it always catches him and conrners him, and he is in fact scared of it. While not cowardly he is full of some amount of fear, though, he hides it behind a glassy mask of bravery and courage. While he appears a monsterous, courageos beast he is rather insecure...
Description:
He is a dark brown color, much like mud in the sense. His fur runs coarse and short and does not appear feathery and cloudy like some clan cats. Though, not fluffy But it does appear longer in the winter, lighter is color as well. He blends with the swampy rocks the govern his homelands grassy swampy shores. His claws are oddly curled, so much so that the sharp tip almost always touches the ground, even when sheathed. In the mid morning moonlight he appears to have a silvery shroud about his form, making him appear magestic or like a great doom. His fur is very short, as mentioned before with tints of silvery blue that line their tips and make sparkling dew appearances throughout the summers breeze.
His eyes are of an amber color, magical and sparkling always. Never do the appear dull, unless in great times of uncertainty and lost paths. They are aptly shaped like almonds, fitiing ths size of his head rather pefectly. While they may appear amber in the summer, when he is angry the blaze dark, dark emerald, and stay that way throughout the cold months. They are like gems in a way, glassy, and almost shatterable. Silver slivers around hi siris, which always seems to have a green camera flare of golden serenity. And while he can fake an honest look it is almost impossible to tell when he is lieing and when he is actually telling the truth.
History:
Burshes snagged on the choclate colored fur as he ran. Raking, burning, scratching, his delicate skin as his feet pounded on the forest floor in a vain effort to escape, to be free and safe. How he longed to be in his mothers nest, curled up in a ball, soaking in the warmth all around him... But no, he had been a stupid kit and gone out of camp. Now he was lost, running and running, and freezing cold. Behind him he was positive a dog chased, deep heavy breath tickled his toes and the horrible stench of rotting wood washed over him. It was indeed a dog, one with large teeth. The little kits heart beat faster and faster until he was positive it would burst, but ran he did until he tripped over a stone and tumbled into the river that rushed below. Water coated his tiny body, leaving him nothing but a floating doll. From a distance one would have thought him a leave, or a piece of cloth. He stayed in the water for many long hours before he was rescued by the shores sharp rocks.
And so shall the stars look upon him as they did so many others? Will they grant him the title of Adderpaw as the leader had? He patrolled the forest, graceful pawsteps taking their everlasting bounds over fallen trees and small rocks. He was a large apprentice, very strong, and he had a very open personality with a bold tongue that often times got him into trouble. High in the sky the sun peeked through Shadowclan's trees with a smile, warming his bark colored pelt and coloring it a nice auburn. He let himself grin, his first time out of camp as an apprentice and it was sunny. He seemed to have all the luck. The cold breeze ruffled his fur, clumping it in some places and tangling in others. Sweet soft grass sang their melody off in the distance and his ears twitiched, apprenticeship was bliss.
The full grown warrior stood to his full height only to have his legs fall out from under him. He gasped as he landed back on the forest floor, his head bumping the ground hard. He rested his head on his paws and hissed softly, all had been well up until now. He had been attacked, rougues on the far-side of the clan territory. His mud colored fur had begun to harden with the scarlet liqiud that washed it, painted it even. His soft breathing was beginninng to normal out and he knew soon he would be asleep, than in the medicine cats den and all would be well.