Post by Darkheart on Oct 4, 2013 21:57:39 GMT -6
Name: Darkheart
Formerly: Dark-kit, Darkpaw
Age: Forty-Two Moons
Gender: She-cat
Loyalty: MistClan
Build: very small and lithe
Pelt: black
Markings: white specks along her back, scars marring entire pelt
Eyes: steel blue
Likes: battle, honesty, pride, courage, mice, water snake, leaf-fall, dogs
Dislikes: hunting, feathers, infection, HailClan, HeatherClan, ReedClan, Loners, Rogues, Kittypets, mud, water, rain, snow, kits, apprentices
Strengths: agile, fast, intelligent, calculating, intuitive, strategic, logical, scrappy
Weaknesses: logical, angry, bitter, hunting, sharp-tongue, reckless
Fears: being forced to retire, being a dead-weight to her Clan
Personality: Darkheart is a very troubled she-cat. Bitterness permeates the core of her being. Anger at her size, the fact that she is still, at forty-two moons of age, mistaken for an apprentice. Hatred for any stranger on the lands she was born in. Her thoughts are ever tainted with the darkness that is the loathing of her own existence. The night furred she-cat hardly gives any worth to her own life. Rarely is she bothered to take care of it, often depriving herself of the nourishment she believes herself incapable of hunting and pushing the physical limitations of her body to the breaking point. The deep-seated unhappiness bleeds into Darkheart's every moment. Over many moons, her tongue has been sharpened to a fine point, and her instinct for self-preservation all but extinguished.
Sire: Blacktail, MistClan Elder
Dam: Thistlefur, StarClan Warrior
Littermates: Brindlepaw, StarClan Apprentice; Nightpelt, MistClan Warrior
Birthplace: MistClan
History: Born the smallest of a litter of three, all of MistClan was surprised when Dark-kit lived through her first night. She was so small and sickly, the medicine cat was not willing to even attempt to alleviate Thistlefur's fears. Thinking it was only a matter of time before the little scrap of fur joined her warrior ancestors, the queen attempted to shield herself from the pain it would bring by closing herself off emotionally. The kit, too young to understand such complexities of anguish, simply persevered. One night became two, two nights became a week until eventually MistClan accepted the fact that the tiny kitten was stubbornly holding on to her feeble thread of life.
Unfortunately, her size would forever be her flaw. Like her brother and sister, the young she-cat was granted her apprentice name shortly after turning six moons of age. The first day of training, if she hadn't already known, would have viciously taught Darkpaw the value of size. Keeping up with her mentor in a long run through the territory was hard enough, never mind retaining any of the magnitude of information thrust her way. The following session consisted of much the same. She was hardly larger than the prey she was attempting to bring down. With legs too short to make a significant leap, Darkpaw was forced to get far closer to her prey than the average warrior, usually alerting it to her presence. The first weeks of apprenticeship were hard for the little black female.
It wasn't until she overheard her mentor complain to the deputy that she was a lost cause that Darkpaw woke up. She began to spend every waking moment practicing. For whatever reason, she was never able to perfect her hunting techniques. To this day it is rare for her to have a productive hunting patrol. Her skill in battle, however, quickly grew. Her speed and endurance expanded until her mentor began to have difficulty maintaining her reckless pace.
It was this drive for perfection that eventually lead to Darkheart's warrior ceremony, though not her name. She had fought a fierce battle with the strength and bravery of StarClan, but the stain of self-loathing had already settled in her soul. In her eyes, what good is protecting a Clan if you cannot provide for it? Every day she returned from a hunting patrol without an addition for the fresh-kill pile was a day she refused to indulge her own desires. The regular malnourishment eventually lead to her never growing to an average height for a Clan cat.
Alias: Alanna
Gender: female
Age: 20
Experience: 8-9 years