Post by » zero on Apr 8, 2010 15:33:51 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
Phantomriddle[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
Tom[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
36 moons[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
ShadowClan[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
Medicine Cat[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
Tall ginger-pelted tom with glowing yellow/brown eyes.[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
Phantomriddle should have been a warrior; there is no doubting it. Tall, lean, agile, on a good day, it seems as though he is only a guest in the Medicine Cat den, waiting for his next adventure out into the actual world. Though many scars slash through his pelt, as usual, they are viewed as marks of courage rather then actual scars. But then on a bad day…well, it all becomes obvious exactly why he is a medicine cat. For the most part, his bad leg doesn’t give him any trouble, but when it does, everyone knows it. There is a constant glare in those glowing eyes, stiffness when he walks, and just the general air of warning. Down his left hind leg, a huge scar runs almost from hip to paw; a constant reminder of the incident that nearly killed him so long ago. He doesn’t like to talk about it…and it is wisest not to bring it up.[/sub]
For the most part, this ginger tom is an attractive cat. A rich tabby ginger, random flecks of black seem to intertwine into his pelt, especially around his face, where small flecks dance on his ears and on his nose. His eyes, they are very captivating to nearly all cats, especially if one has never seen them before. A rich golden brown color, they always seem to be glowing, even in the darkest of night, and are without a doubt, his most attractive feature. They can reveal all of his moods; from a light speckled gold, to a dark gold that seems to rage as a storm does, it isn’t shocking that for the most part, others don’t seem to like meeting his gaze any longer then normal. At least, not with other clans; something he uses to his advantage when bored.
This tom is very expressive through body language. From the slightest flick of his ear, to the lashing of his tail, what he doesn’t say is very obvious all over his body. With a long tail, and tall ears, he has pretty decent balance, but it isn’t as sharp as his hearing. Ginger for the most part covers his ears, but at the tips, that ginger turns to a rich black color, giving them a constantly ‘dirty’ look. His tail does something similar—at the very end, the ginger turns to a black color as well. Aside from those points there, there is no clear pattern to where the black spots appear next, in random dots they cover his pelt, some just a faint tick mark, others visible as long as there is daylight. Quite an odd pelted cat; must get it from his parent’s genetics.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
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--the shadows that you seek; are memories of me.
The past is something that has come and gone; ask him about it, and you will simply get a stare from this tom. To him, there is no past beyond coming into ShadowClan; oh sure he can remember it, he just doesn’t choose to talk about it. It is just another scar on him that has never healed; maybe that is why this tom is so strong on personal and clan honor. Disgrace to the clan is just another form of failure; and failure is not an option. To fail means that you are weak, worthless, and that is the last thing he, or ShadowClan, can allow. Not unless they want to end up looking like WindClan; that is.
--i won’t back down.
Medicine cats are suppose to avoid fighting at all costs…not so much for this tom. Not tolerating disrespect has brought him into a few fights with the more hot-headed warriors; ones that he usually comes out on top of just due to the sheer fact they are young and not as experienced as he. Does he enjoy it? Not all the time; especially when the whole reason he shifted destinies to a Medicine Cat pops back up, something he doesn’t like to think about. His left hind leg is his weak point, and although it was suppose to have healed, the pain still occurs at seemingly random intervals, sometimes so bad that it is only his pride that refuses to allow him to limp.
--constructive criticism
With a loose tongue, this tom isn’t afraid of offending others, therefore has no care for what he says to someone else; it is bound to be the truth anyway. He comes off sounding rude, blunt, but if you asked him if he cared, he would simply laugh. Cats who ask his opinion on something are going to get what they asked for—why should he care if what he thinks hurts their precious little feelings? For the most part, unless it is with his own apprentice, Phantomriddle won’t give out what he thinks unless asked. Unless you know, he is feeling generous. And this ‘generosity’ extends to all the clans—not just ShadowClan.
--don’t complain to me.
He’ll treat you. He won’t pity you for what happened to you, as simple as that. Phantomriddle doesn’t allow for much, if any, whining about simple wounds. Especially from the warriors, they should just toughen up and take it. Unless they are on their deathbed, and sometimes not even then, this ginger-pelted tom will spare no cat a single ounce of pity, and StarClan help you if you start whining to him about how much it hurts. Oh a good day, you’ll simply get a dark glare, but on a bad day, it’ll most likely be some sharp tongued lecture about why the grass grows, or something that will just bore one nearly to death, just because it is so amusing.
--oh, really?
There are so many things that Phantomriddle comes off to be; but very few can see the humor that often flashes in his gaze. Although his humor tends to be sarcastic, sharp witted, and generally not too amusing to anyone but him, believe it or not, this tom does have a sense of humor, as well as a temper. As equally fiery witted as tempered, comments have an equal chance of making him mad, or making him laugh, you can never really tell. Though he isn’t exactly a ‘closed book,’ Phantomriddle really doesn’t like to reveal his true thoughts about anything, allowing them only to be revealed to the most determined of cats. And even then, those thoughts tend to take a lot of coaxing to actually be able to understand.
--leave me alone, swine.
To put it simply, Phantomriddle doesn’t like other clans. He thinks them to be weak, worthless, living there only because StarClan hasn’t evicted them yet. Oh, he may be docile on the outside, collected, cool, if not a bit frosty, but in all reality; he wouldn’t shed a single tear if the other clans were to disappear, leaving the territory left for ShadowClan. If push ever comes to shove, he’ll be more then willing to join in the brawl, bad leg or not. A murderer if the chance came and he really wanted it, one often wonders why this tom was chosen by StarClan to heal cats, but time has a way of revealing everything, I suppose. One doesn’t want to get on his bad side though—be they his clan or non-clan. Grudges are just so much fun!
YOUR FAMILY TREE
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rebelyell - exiled shadowclan warrior [ginger tom with a yellow gaze much like Phantomriddle] - father - dead
mistress - rogue [black and white she-cat with green eyes] - mother - dead
redemption - rogue [sandy colored tom with green flecked gold eyes] - brother - dead
forsaken - rogue [pure black she-cat with green eyes] - sister - nrp
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
"Well sorry for getting it wrong. The fish don't exactly like to swim in the SHALLOW parts you know, and I'm not going to get my fur wet for no reason, unlike them." She snorted, rolling her eyes in an obvious sign of amusment. She didn't understand how RiverClan cats handled being wet all the time, it would drive her off the brink waiting for her pelt to dry, nbevermind the coldness of the water when you swam in it. Insanity was the only thing that she could think off that would drive the RiverClan cats to doing what they did. It was her answer to everything really, but it seemed to fit most of the time. After all, who wasn't a little mad in this world? Abnyone who wasn't, well then, they would probably scare Shadedpaw with them being all bright and overly happy and whatnot. Things like that really scared her, causing her to puff up and just freeze. Overly happy was a bad thing, it meant they had REALLY fallen off of the deep end, and no longer were they in contact with the dark side. Despite what one may think, you really do need the balance of light and dark to make the world go around. Without it, all would be lost. And who would want that in this already crazy life you lived?[/sub]
"Mousebrainedstar, leader of all who live in MousebrainClan." She said lightly, taking the joke in with ease. The fire, once had left, burned back under her gaze again though as she shrugged off the darker mood that had settled over her. "Well, Rabbitcatcher, glad to hear you mastered as an apprentice, what all MousebrainClan cats managed to master as kits." Her mock 'in charge' attitude was rather good, she had managed to mimick the tone so it sounded a lot like Rainstar's, much to her obvious amusment. Not all tones could she mimick, just those she was familiar with. The only reason she could do Rainstar, was due to the fact she tended to get yelled at sometimes. Well, not just sometimes, a lot of the time. It wasn't her fault he couldn't understand the eay Shadedpaw worked, or her obvious attitude. He just had to learn to live with her, as she obviously wasn't going to stop her ways for even Rainstar. She respected the leader, but aside from that, felt nothing for him. Not even any of the warm and fuzzy menotr feelings some apprentices talked about.
As she watched the russet colored apprentice, she knew that she could never be friends with him. He was in a rival clan, and if Rainstar or Vampirestar ever found out about this, well lets just say both apprentices wouldn't end up well. Rainstar would be bad enough, she couldn't even start to imagine what would happen to this apprentice. Vampirestar did not seem like she was the type of leader who gave mercy to anyone, not even her apprentices. Repressing a shiver, she purpously turned her gaze away from the other apprentice, justtrying to clear her thoughts. They were all so clear, but all so confused at the same time. She was being a fool once more, and was loosing her grip as she had been warned about ShadowClan, sneaky and cunning. But there was something so differant about this apprentice, it was like a magnet to her, drawing her closer to him then she had been to anyone. It was not a good thing, she drummed that thought through her mind, but her soul spoke differantly. She wanted to befriend this apprentice, to have him trust her and for her to be able and trust him. Foolish desires, she thought to herself sharply. She had to get herself in control before things got really out of hand. If this apprentice saw what she could not show him, it would show a weakness in her. Although she felt as though she could trust this apprentice, she was not going to show a weakness. Not now, when she felt as though she just couldn't handle it. Maybe not ever, unless something else happened. Something big enough to shift her entire view of the world as she knew it. Rainstar would never know about this apprentice though, at least, not as far as she had met him after the litte fight at the border. Flamepaw would have told him about that though. A rush of graitude hit her slightly as she remembered h im promising not to tell Rainstar. At least she wouldn't be caught until later. Sometimes, it was good not to have gotten into a fight with all the apprentices. Flamepaw never really had bothered her anyways. Not bad for an apprentice in her clan.
Her ears twitched as she listen to him speak, obviously he regretted the words he had spoken earlier. She had turned her gaze back to him, and was internally pleased that she did not find the fact regret she had seen so many times, but something pure. Still though, a faint glimmer of hardness flashed in her eyes, to block away anything she was feeling that she didn't want to show the other apprentice. "But where else wuld I go?" She said softly. So softly, that if one was not standing right by her, it would not be heard. She was obviously ot used to speaking of her past like that, and it seemed to make her a bit more mellow, in a bad way. Shaking her head, she just shrugged. "Whatever though. You can't guess ow many time's people have told me that." Her tone though, indicated this was the first time she had actually responded to the statement. How was this apprentice dragging all this out of her? It was frusterating to be manipulated, even if she didn't know she wasn't, and have her spill her life story. Shadedpaw wanted to get a grip on herself, she needed really. At least, thats what she told herself as she gazed down in the green eyes of the russet apprentice from ShadowClan.
As she was caught gazing at his star, his whole mood seemed to change right in front of the calico she cat. He straitened up, and bristled. "Relax. I understand being differant." She murmered softly, not meaning for him to hear as it was more so under her breath. What she was doing was trying to calm to apprentice, although she knew that she shouldn't. She should provoke him, have him attack her, and then tell Rainstar for an chance to burn ShadowClan. She wasn't though, in the back of her mind she knew, going to do that. Why did the clan leaders always fight? They always had something to fight over, she didn't need to give them any more reason to cause a war. She really didn't want that to happen, because although she knew she should, Shadedpaw honestly didn't think she would be able to fight this apprentice if it came to battle. They were just too close, in an odd, almost unknowing way. It was like a magnet, they just were drawn to each other.
Shadedpaw snorted at the disbelief that crossed the other's features. "Yeah. What a bucket load of joy that is." Her tone was highly sarcastic, obviously she was not pleased to be the leader's apprentice. Most would consider it an honor, to think they had been hand selected from everyone else to train under a leader. Shadedpaw saw it as a way to try and squash her attitude and temper. Leave it to her to find the darker parts of everything in camp. Rolling her eyes, she mrrowwed with laughter at his imitation, until he gave her his name by accident. Suprise flickered in her eyes at that, before she shrugged at his words. "Well, its good to be able to finally introduce myself. Pleasure to meet you Fallenpaw.' Her gaze didn't flciker towards his star, rather it was on his eyes. "I'll be fair. I'm Shadedpaw." Her tone was light, but also tinged with darkness a bit. Then though, it was gone as quickly as it had come.
The warriors aren't much better." She joked, obviously not planning on doing anything to him because of the slip up. Leaping down, she drew herself up, and narrowed her eyes, looking like an older warrior. "Shadedpaw! You did this wrong, come in here and redo it! I don't care if you are Rainstar's apprentice. SHADEDPAW! Your STILL not doing it right!" Rolling her eyes, she chuckled to herself. That was the warrior she had the most trouble with. Needless to say, the two really didn't get along all to well.
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