Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on May 17, 2009 18:34:09 GMT -5
Name: Bone
Age: 35 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Dead Plains
Rank: Deputy
Description:
Bone is a rare, true albino tom, meaning that he totally lacks melanin pigment. His fur is short, and a pure, bleached looking white. His eyes are a peculiar pinkish red color. He has a medium build and a large frame. Bone's claws are huge, and easily capable of spilling a cats innards all over the ground. His canine teeth are a tad bit larger than a normal cat's.
Bone's albinism is also a grave disadvantage. He must avoid the sunlight for two reasons. The first reason is that because he is albino, he can be burned extremely easily. The second reason is that Bone's eyes are hypersensitive to sunlight. In medical terms, he is Photophobic, meaning that due to his albinism, his eyes are hypersensitive to light. He must only come out in the night, where there is little to no light. Due to this, he hunts, and attacks at night-- and he is good at it.
Personality: Bone is a shady, stealthy figure. Moons of being outcasted in ShadowClan have taught him to keep to himself, and pretty much answer only to to sauthority figures. To this day, the only cat he shares his thoughts (battle related) with is Blood.
He is generally quiet, unless he is in battle. In battle, he will not hesitate to drill into the opponent's soul with his tongue.
History: Bone was born in ShadowClan as Whitekit. He is a biological brother to Swiftfang, who was then Swiftkit. There were three kits in the litter, the third being a stillborn cat. Whitekit's mother was a very loving mother to him... until his eyes opened. When his eyes were revealed to be an odd color, Whitekit's mother's love dulled. She became distant to this strange kit, and her son became an outcast. However, Swiftkit became the center of his mother's love. And so, the kit's hatred of Swiftfang began. No kit wanted to play with the strange eyed cat. He stayed in the nursery. One sunny day, Whitekit decided to go out of the nursery and play with the other kits, and try to make friends with his brother, Swiftkit. They wanted nothing to do with him, and shunned him. Thus, he stayed eerily quiet. Whitekit was also severely burned, and his eyes hurt. The medicine cat of ShadowClan applied mud to his burned side, and told him to keep his eyes shut. Bone's kithood was spent blinded and covered in mud, with no play.
Eventually, Whitekit was to be apprenticed. But, his hatred that had built up over moons could not stay penned up. Bone was newly named Whitepaw, and Swiftkit was named Swiftpaw. As Whitepaw was strutting down off of the smooth boulder, he turned to Swiftpaw. The albino apprentice snarled in his brother's face, and hissed: "One day, you will die by my fangs!" The strange-eyed apprentice's hatred boiled, and he struck his brother with large, unsheathed claws. "Aah!" boomed Swiftpaw, as he drew back, seeing only red from the blood. Whitepaw screamed, "And one day, you will all DIE!" and jumped off the smooth boulder. He ran away, anger becoming strength and speed. He would never return to ShadowClan.
Whitepaw traveled at night, and hid by day, straying farther from the clan territory every day. Eventually, he reached a barren expanse of grass. He breathed the crisp air in, and sighed. He was thin, and near starvation. Suddenly, a strong, blood smelling odor filled his nostrils. Whitepaw turned around to meet a large, scarred, bloody cat.
"Greetings, clan filth. I am Blood." Blood said to Whitepaw. "I am Whitepaw..." the albino apprentice said, voice shaking with fear. Suddenly, anger bubbled up. "Take mercy on me, please. I will serve you if you wish, just give me food, and I will be the most faithful cat to you. I will shed blood with no hesitation." Whitepaw said. "What is your name?" Blood asked. "Whitepaw." he boomed back. "Well, Whitepaw, shed that filthy name. You are Bone now. Serve me always, and we shall do wonders for the Dead Plains."
Blood passed Bone a mouse, and Bone ate it up, marrow and all, and thought only of ripping Swiftpaw's throat out by the seam.
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Age: 35 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Deputy
Description:
Bone is a rare, true albino tom, meaning that he totally lacks melanin pigment. His fur is short, and a pure, bleached looking white. His eyes are a peculiar pinkish red color. He has a medium build and a large frame. Bone's claws are huge, and easily capable of spilling a cats innards all over the ground. His canine teeth are a tad bit larger than a normal cat's.
Bone's albinism is also a grave disadvantage. He must avoid the sunlight for two reasons. The first reason is that because he is albino, he can be burned extremely easily. The second reason is that Bone's eyes are hypersensitive to sunlight. In medical terms, he is Photophobic, meaning that due to his albinism, his eyes are hypersensitive to light. He must only come out in the night, where there is little to no light. Due to this, he hunts, and attacks at night-- and he is good at it.
Personality: Bone is a shady, stealthy figure. Moons of being outcasted in ShadowClan have taught him to keep to himself, and pretty much answer only to to sauthority figures. To this day, the only cat he shares his thoughts (battle related) with is Blood.
He is generally quiet, unless he is in battle. In battle, he will not hesitate to drill into the opponent's soul with his tongue.
History: Bone was born in ShadowClan as Whitekit. He is a biological brother to Swiftfang, who was then Swiftkit. There were three kits in the litter, the third being a stillborn cat. Whitekit's mother was a very loving mother to him... until his eyes opened. When his eyes were revealed to be an odd color, Whitekit's mother's love dulled. She became distant to this strange kit, and her son became an outcast. However, Swiftkit became the center of his mother's love. And so, the kit's hatred of Swiftfang began. No kit wanted to play with the strange eyed cat. He stayed in the nursery. One sunny day, Whitekit decided to go out of the nursery and play with the other kits, and try to make friends with his brother, Swiftkit. They wanted nothing to do with him, and shunned him. Thus, he stayed eerily quiet. Whitekit was also severely burned, and his eyes hurt. The medicine cat of ShadowClan applied mud to his burned side, and told him to keep his eyes shut. Bone's kithood was spent blinded and covered in mud, with no play.
Eventually, Whitekit was to be apprenticed. But, his hatred that had built up over moons could not stay penned up. Bone was newly named Whitepaw, and Swiftkit was named Swiftpaw. As Whitepaw was strutting down off of the smooth boulder, he turned to Swiftpaw. The albino apprentice snarled in his brother's face, and hissed: "One day, you will die by my fangs!" The strange-eyed apprentice's hatred boiled, and he struck his brother with large, unsheathed claws. "Aah!" boomed Swiftpaw, as he drew back, seeing only red from the blood. Whitepaw screamed, "And one day, you will all DIE!" and jumped off the smooth boulder. He ran away, anger becoming strength and speed. He would never return to ShadowClan.
Whitepaw traveled at night, and hid by day, straying farther from the clan territory every day. Eventually, he reached a barren expanse of grass. He breathed the crisp air in, and sighed. He was thin, and near starvation. Suddenly, a strong, blood smelling odor filled his nostrils. Whitepaw turned around to meet a large, scarred, bloody cat.
"Greetings, clan filth. I am Blood." Blood said to Whitepaw. "I am Whitepaw..." the albino apprentice said, voice shaking with fear. Suddenly, anger bubbled up. "Take mercy on me, please. I will serve you if you wish, just give me food, and I will be the most faithful cat to you. I will shed blood with no hesitation." Whitepaw said. "What is your name?" Blood asked. "Whitepaw." he boomed back. "Well, Whitepaw, shed that filthy name. You are Bone now. Serve me always, and we shall do wonders for the Dead Plains."
Blood passed Bone a mouse, and Bone ate it up, marrow and all, and thought only of ripping Swiftpaw's throat out by the seam.