Post by Lovely on Oct 18, 2011 21:55:50 GMT -5
STARKWHISKER!
Name:
Starkwhisker
Gender:
Tom
Current Age:
36 moons
Personality:
Forget about the past. That's what he was told and that's what he lives by, hiding behind an empty face but he can never truly let go of what has happened before. Life comes and goes as the breeze but he can not leave what he has seen and done behind. So quiet and alone, he hides behind so much strength that not even StarClan can decode all of him or at least that is what he believes.
Clan:
SkyClan
Rank:
Warrior
Eyes:
Bright blue
Pelt:
His pelt is a medium tan that is laid over in a dusky gray that also compliments his facial features with almost a mask. Scars cover his broad shoulders but his rugged looks distract from all the memories.
Clan Page Description;
Starkwhisker; A large gray and tan scarred tom with bright blue eyes.
Scars:
Many cover his large body.
|| History ||
Kit;
Starkwhisker was born happy in the SkyClan nursery with his mother Lovepelt and his father Scarpelt. He had two brothers, Stonekit and Robinkit, they grew strong and playful like any other kits would. As winter came Robinkit became sick and came close to death. Right as the moon held high in the sky two Creed cats crept into camp and as they lifted the kits from their beds Robinkit set off an alarm. One large male swatted the kit into the shadows and they ran, Stonekit and Starkkit in their teeth heading to only StarClan knew where.
Apprentice;
He grew up wanting nothing more than to go home and be with his family but all he could do now was sit and hope until the chance arose. Until that chance came he simply went with the motions, growing stronger each day but it was when a patrol had returned and announced that Stone (his brother) was dead did he start moving a new way. Stark (his name at the time) had never dreamed of killing so many innocent cats but he almost had to to survive but it ate at him everyday. His family was practically dead so he figured he had nothing else to lose by this point.
He sat under the radar for so long, training more than an apprentice ever would and becoming practically a death machine. Stark could have probably gone far in Creed, maybe even overthrowing everyone and simply running everything, but he never wanted to be apart of something so disturbing. It had come to the point where he had no real choice, he had to kill to live.
Warrior/Med Cat/MCA;
Stark was promoted quickly and was given so much trust that him leaving seemed almost impossible but not improbable to him. Nothing really gave him much reason to change but on a patrol near SkyClan he saw an amazing she-cat, beautiful and fearless and from that moment he knew he wanted to be with her. It seemed like one by one he killed his fellow cat in the best ways he could find but it happened soon he was found out. He barely got out alive but the cats that did attack him barely went home with their tails attached. What was so unique was that he had simply faked his death to where it was easily believable.
After that he was left on his own but not for long, he was found by a kind rogue group. Fearful that they might be an alliance of Creed he simply used his brother's name and said his name was Robin. They believed him very well and he was happy with them, and even started to fall in with a beautiful she-cat named Rose but this wasn't to last long. In the night while he was out looking for his courage to ask Rose to be his mate the camp was attacked. When he returned bodies lied everywhere, his love lie choking under the weight of a dark tom. Murmurs where echoing as he pounced from the shadows, all that was hear were few words but all one, "Ghost! It's a ghost!"
The dark tom over Rose shook his head with anger, "Stark! How are you alive? I thought you would be dead by now."
His eyes flared as he looked at the tom over the cat he loved. For a moment he looked at Rose and then to the tom, planning his attack. The tom grinned as he saw this, "No matter," he purred, "It seems the ghost has fallen in love!"
The tom's eyes flared with passion now, "Too bad she will never know who you really are, Stark!"
Rose gasped for air as she choked out words under the tom's weight, "Robin...What is- happening? P..lee...as..e- I love you..."
"Robin?" The putrid Creed cat laughed hysterically but then drove his claws through her throat as Stark breathed out the words I love you too. As her eyes glazed over Stark pounced with his muscles bustling through his pelt and as the moon danced on him he landed on the tom and they toppled over. The tom simply laughed as he was pinned, "It's too bad really," his eyes were blazing as he spoke, "You have no one to defend you. You never did give up, you were great that way - but extremely foolish."
With those words the weight of many cats landed on his back but he fought through it all until he was left lying beside his love, panting for even an essence of breath. As he saw them leave he called out, "Why not kill me?"
The dark tom who killed Rose turned and grinned, "Leaving you to bury your family all on your own seems much better than death. If I had let you die you would only be with that putrid smelling she-cat."
Stark was heavily wounded and exhausted but it didn't matter, for he sat awake holding vigil and burying all cats, young, old, and even his lovely mate. One of the few times he cried as he felt that moon weigh on him like a thousand nettles. In the morning he crawled for life until he was found by a WindClan patrol. He would have been chased off but that same she-cat from SkyClan that he saw saved him and he was brought into the camp to be taken care of. They asked his name and he simply responded, "Ghost."
He waited until he was better, or well enough, and then picked himself up and traveled a longer way and found himself at SkyClan borders once again. Stark was found by his mother who knew him right away and another young tom around his age. They brought him before the leader and he told him of his journey, leaving out the murders he had committed. He was taken back into the Clan and given the name Starkwhisker and became a very loyal Clan cat once more. The other cat that found him was in fact his brother, Robintail, who had believed as Starkwhisker did that his brother had been dead for many moons now.
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[Thank Scar for letting me play with your stories too (Whiteheart
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Sig thanks to Quiara! 
