Post by Scarheart321 on Oct 29, 2010 22:00:24 GMT -5
DARK!
Name:
Dark
Gender:
Tom
Current Age:
36 moons
Personality:
His eyes scorch the very essence of the forest as he reminds himself of a far off land. He wonders if he can trust in his heart to move on. In all honesty he will never move on from that beautiful face he loves so much but he is very good at hiding it.
Clan:
BloodClan
Rank:
Gaurd
Eyes:
Blue
Pelt:
His strong body is covered by a short dark gray pelt that lays over him like water.
Clan Page Description;
Dark; A large short haired dark gray muscular tom with blue eyes.
Scars:
Many, one most seen running over his face.
|| History ||
Kit;
He was born outside of SkyClan, in the Creed. His mother and father were bloody and harsh warriors, but they did not want this for him and his siblings. They tried to escape with him and them but the cat who "helped" them escape conspired against them. His father yowled to her to run and she did but she turned in time to see her mate killed by the Creed. They had captured the kits and raised them to be there own killers while SkyClan took a step and took her and Dark(Darkkit) in.
Apprentice;
SkyClan treated him and his mother kindly and defended her throughout, but one day they could not. She went out on her own and Dark (Darkpaw) followed her on the paths. There a Creed warrior, a sibling of his, met her and there she died in a bloody scorn. He lept from the bushes just to find an ambush of attackers, and when he thought he was outnumbered Briarstar lept to his side as well, warriors following at his flank. His leader nodded to him, "I had a hunch."
Luck and StarClan saved him that day and Briarstar and his warriors chaised the Creed away, Briarstar killing one of them for the sake of his Clan. In those moments he felt saddness, honor, and shock. From there out he fell in love with a beautiful she-cat Whitepaw. She saved him and he saved himself all at the same time.
Warrior/Med Cat/MCA;
When he confessed his love to her in words the fight they were in seemed somehow easier. She lifted his burdens and thoughts to an easier place. It was when the rogues attack he lost her.
In the midst of his fighting he turned to see her face-to-face with a rogue she-cat. He ran with all his strength and tackled the she-cat. She was so strong but then she let go and all he saw as he tumbled off the cliff with the she-cat was Whiteheart's hurt look. He realized then that all the times she spoke of a rogue mother. It was a little too late when he thought of this and he closed his eyes and with a word he said, "I am sorry."
His body hit the ground with a loud thump, his body felt shattered. He opened his eyes to see the she-cat unmoving. Darkangel started to let his heart break as he watched turn her head and smile at him. He wanted to speak but his mouth tasted of dry and sad words and then he heard her yowl and a mouth pulling him away. He wanted to yell, "No not me her!"
The words would not come and all he had was her smile and a nod she gave. His eyes shut and when they opened up again he saw an old tom standing over him. He knew this tom, Marsh, the healer of the Creed. Darkangel got up and starred at him with contempt, "Marsh."
This cat was odd, he did believe in StarClan but kept it hidden because he wanted to stay with the Creed because of a promise no one knew. Darkangel was the only one who knew he believed in StarClan but even that couldn't make him kind to the Creed after what they did to him.
Marsh looked up with a smile, "I'm glad you're awake."
His eyes glistened with hatred, "Why are you here Marsh?"
"Saving your butt I suppose."
"This isn't a joke," he growled, "You could get in a lot of trouble for being here, for saving me!"
In his heart he still held a portion for Marsh's actions, "I know that," scoffed Marsh, "but I was recruiting rogues." He went off now saddened, "We're becoming more powerful you know."
"Yes," his voice was cold and unforgiving, "I know."
Marsh's eyes were blocked by some detail he failed to tell. He shook it off swiftly, "Will you go back?"
"To SkyClan?"
"Yes."
"Never," his eyes did not meet Marsh's as he spoke. He betrayed Whiteheart, he could never go back.
Marsh hesitated and Darkangel had a premonition of what he would ask, "The Creed?"
"Never."
"What will you do?" His voice was lowered as if someone were to hear him.
Darkangel got up and started to walk away, "Join BloodClan, I'm sure they wouldn't mind another killer."
"Killer?"
His eyes did not meet Marsh's as he spoke, "I'm going to kill everyone of them. I'm going to kill the fools who destroyed my life and my love."
There was only silence as Marsh stayed back in fear. Darkangel turned his head to him once, "I will not kill you Marsh."
That was a promise as he padded away injured and broken to train. He trained until he killed a cat in order of the leader of BloodClan. His position as gaurd is easily liked by many cats because his orders are always followed through.
At times he go and see Whiteheart, even after she joined WindClan for another tom. When she lost her kits her mourned inside and forgave her openly but saddness rules him as he knows he may never go back to her again.
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Sig thanks to Quiara! 
