Post by blackmurmur on Oct 20, 2011 2:32:31 GMT -5
Blackmurmur
&&names:blackkit, blackpaw, Blackmurmur
thank heaven for you
&&gender: tom
&&age: 21 moons
&&clan: Thunderclan
&&rank: warrior
&&personality:
and the way you take care of me
Unlike many bold cats that he's come to admire, Blackmurmur is rather shy, careful to speak, afraid to offend others, afraid to speak out of line. He more often than not would rather keep to silence, more often the watcher than an active, bold cat. Make no mistakes, Blackmurmur is friendly; he loves interaction with other cats, especially clanmates, and wants nothing more than to be by them, sharing tongues, chatting about their day, sharing fresh kill, he just has trouble getting to that point, initiation is not his strongest point.
He is observant, often startlingly so, as his presence is sometimes nothing but a blink of a shadow, and is pretty accurate when it comes to detecting and interpreting emotions of those around him, especially those that he's close to. He is sympathetic and empathetic, willing to risk life and limb to help those that he loves, and he's generally a very sweet cat. His confidence is not the highest, but it isn't abnormally low in any way, Blackmurmur simply believes that he is. He's not the most handsome tomcat, the strongest, but he knows he has his strong qualities, and he will not allow anyone to deny his worth, and he will quickly prove to anyone that he is not a coward.
One of Blackmurmur's least positive qualities is his inability to act according to what he is observing, specifically in social situations. In battle, when hunting for freshkill, Blackmurmur is swift and silent like a black mist, and knows the appropriate steps and actions, but when it comes to other cats, he gets stuck. If he detects sadness, he falters and hesitates, unsure of whether he is supposed to go up and comfort the other cat or step back and allow them their space. He's trying his hardest to fix this problem, it's rather apparent, and he's working on it slowly but surely.
Another problem is, rather than a personality trait, due to his youth. He hasn't experienced much hardship in his life, and though he's quite aware that it exists, he himself would not know how to handle a terrible situation. Maybe he'd freeze, maybe he'd panic, maybe he'd do the right thing, he just doesn't know, because he just hasn't seen it yet.
&&appearance:
you hide my secrets so well[/color]
Thick furred black tom with dull yellow eyes
There really isn't much to it. A sleek black cat, with a not so glossy coat with fur that is rougher to the touch than it is soft. It is patchy in the sense that there are several clusters of fur that are extra fluffy all around his body, in particular, his chest, his shoulders, and his slightly longer tail. Even his whiskers are a matching pitch black, twitching and constantly alert. His ears slope a little more gently, and his body is certainly healthy, no protruding ribs, no scars, no injuries, nothing really. His legs are longish, excellent for stealth, and his movements are exact and controlled. His eyes are the only colored part of his body, taking on a dull almost unpleasant yellow color that may be the only way you can detect him when he stalks within the shadows.
&&history:
thank heaven for you[/color]
Blackmurmur's history is, well, not very interesting. He was born to a frail but loving and kind mother Brittleflower and a big sturdy yet friendly tom Aspenwhisker. He had one brother, Duskkit and one sister, Lilackit whom he got along with quite splendidly. Faster than Brittleflower could blink, her three kits were soon apprentices, Duskpaw, Lilacpaw, and Blackpaw under the mentors Badgerclaw, Rosewood, and Robinshell respectively. Robinshell was a fun loving, laughing she-cat whom was rather small with blue eyes as clear as the sky. She was especially kind to her apprentice, almost like a big sister, and frequently brought Blackpaw the finest and fattest pieces of fresh kill that she caught by herself. Blackpaw admired her greatly, especially because Robinshell was so popular and well liked by the rest of the clan. He wanted to also serve as a loyal warrior and become well liked by the clan, thus he worked hard to achieve his warrior name as soon as he could, receiving the name Blackmurmur the very evening his brother Duskpaw became Duskclaw. The two made their vigil that night together, as proud brothers, and a few moons later, their sweet sister Lilacpaw received her name of Lilacheart. Blackmurmur is a young tom yet, and has yet to experience many things, his first crush, his first love, his first family, his first apprentice. A part of him dreams to have all of these simple pleasures of clan life, but a part of him simply shrugs and knows that it’ll happen someday.
&&sample rp:
Step. Yellowy eyes flickered quickly, easily, ears twitching and whiskers fluttering in the air as the tom took in a fresh breathe of the air. There. The sound was there again, and from glancing at his brother and sister, he could tell that there was prey nearby. He extended one long leg out in front of him, careful and precise in allowing his paw to land in some soft soil away from the thin twisted twig that threatened to give the three warriors away. He flickered his tail out in front of his sister, causing her to ease her step, just barely missing a weak branch that was hidden away by leaves. She looked up at him with her light eyes, an appreciative gesture for his warning. Duskclaw nodded his head in approval, the two siblings trusted Blackmurmur readily, expecting him to find the minute details that they would note. But there was no time to think of such things, there were Elders and Queens and Kits to feed, and the three hunters stalked forward towards their kill in a single file line, a large brown hum, a soft hush, and a black shadow.
There. The mouse was plump, and Blackmurmur could tell just how warm it was by that fresh, delectable smell. Starclan, if this kept up, they would feed well tonight. Duskclaw turned to look at his sister with his own yellow eyes, nodding for her to step forward, a sort of older brotherly instinct had the tom always with an eye on the petite she-cat. Lilacheart accepted the challenge, unseathing her claws in the softest parts of the ground, muting her weight by distributing it evenly and thinly. The mouse didn’t have a chance to even squeak before she leapt, soundless, and soon the stench of death mingled with the slightest scent of blood. Duskclaw nodded his head.
“A clean kill, sister.” Lilacheart said nothing, merely rolled the mouse into a shallow hole she had dug in the dirt. She instead turned her eyes to Blackmurmur, not looking for approval, but intent on continuing her set task. “No time to linger here. Where to next?” A surge of warmth crept beneath Blackmurmur’s fur at the trust she had for him, the expectations to be what he was, a fine hunter. And he nodded his head towards the east, using his instincts rather than his senses. Lilacheart and Duskclaw nodded, of course their brother could be wrong, but they needn’t bother worrying about it. The evening was young, they had plenty of time, and soon the clan could feast.
&&characters: Blackie's my first, but definitely not my last. I have such a long list of kitty names and pictures that I want to use… D:
&&c-box name: Henna
&&Read more:
Thank heaven 4 you - Esthero, Freddie Joachim Vibe Out Remix
picture creds
Avatar picture creds (if/when I get it up)
Also, it’s been a while since I’ve been in the whole Warriors business. I may slip up, in fact, I probably will, and if I do please do let me know. C:
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&&names:
thank heaven for you
&&gender: tom
&&age: 21 moons
&&clan: Thunderclan
&&rank: warrior
&&personality:
and the way you take care of me
Unlike many bold cats that he's come to admire, Blackmurmur is rather shy, careful to speak, afraid to offend others, afraid to speak out of line. He more often than not would rather keep to silence, more often the watcher than an active, bold cat. Make no mistakes, Blackmurmur is friendly; he loves interaction with other cats, especially clanmates, and wants nothing more than to be by them, sharing tongues, chatting about their day, sharing fresh kill, he just has trouble getting to that point, initiation is not his strongest point.
He is observant, often startlingly so, as his presence is sometimes nothing but a blink of a shadow, and is pretty accurate when it comes to detecting and interpreting emotions of those around him, especially those that he's close to. He is sympathetic and empathetic, willing to risk life and limb to help those that he loves, and he's generally a very sweet cat. His confidence is not the highest, but it isn't abnormally low in any way, Blackmurmur simply believes that he is. He's not the most handsome tomcat, the strongest, but he knows he has his strong qualities, and he will not allow anyone to deny his worth, and he will quickly prove to anyone that he is not a coward.
One of Blackmurmur's least positive qualities is his inability to act according to what he is observing, specifically in social situations. In battle, when hunting for freshkill, Blackmurmur is swift and silent like a black mist, and knows the appropriate steps and actions, but when it comes to other cats, he gets stuck. If he detects sadness, he falters and hesitates, unsure of whether he is supposed to go up and comfort the other cat or step back and allow them their space. He's trying his hardest to fix this problem, it's rather apparent, and he's working on it slowly but surely.
Another problem is, rather than a personality trait, due to his youth. He hasn't experienced much hardship in his life, and though he's quite aware that it exists, he himself would not know how to handle a terrible situation. Maybe he'd freeze, maybe he'd panic, maybe he'd do the right thing, he just doesn't know, because he just hasn't seen it yet.
&&appearance:
you hide my secrets so well[/color]
Thick furred black tom with dull yellow eyes
There really isn't much to it. A sleek black cat, with a not so glossy coat with fur that is rougher to the touch than it is soft. It is patchy in the sense that there are several clusters of fur that are extra fluffy all around his body, in particular, his chest, his shoulders, and his slightly longer tail. Even his whiskers are a matching pitch black, twitching and constantly alert. His ears slope a little more gently, and his body is certainly healthy, no protruding ribs, no scars, no injuries, nothing really. His legs are longish, excellent for stealth, and his movements are exact and controlled. His eyes are the only colored part of his body, taking on a dull almost unpleasant yellow color that may be the only way you can detect him when he stalks within the shadows.
&&history:
thank heaven for you[/color]
Blackmurmur's history is, well, not very interesting. He was born to a frail but loving and kind mother Brittleflower and a big sturdy yet friendly tom Aspenwhisker. He had one brother, Duskkit and one sister, Lilackit whom he got along with quite splendidly. Faster than Brittleflower could blink, her three kits were soon apprentices, Duskpaw, Lilacpaw, and Blackpaw under the mentors Badgerclaw, Rosewood, and Robinshell respectively. Robinshell was a fun loving, laughing she-cat whom was rather small with blue eyes as clear as the sky. She was especially kind to her apprentice, almost like a big sister, and frequently brought Blackpaw the finest and fattest pieces of fresh kill that she caught by herself. Blackpaw admired her greatly, especially because Robinshell was so popular and well liked by the rest of the clan. He wanted to also serve as a loyal warrior and become well liked by the clan, thus he worked hard to achieve his warrior name as soon as he could, receiving the name Blackmurmur the very evening his brother Duskpaw became Duskclaw. The two made their vigil that night together, as proud brothers, and a few moons later, their sweet sister Lilacpaw received her name of Lilacheart. Blackmurmur is a young tom yet, and has yet to experience many things, his first crush, his first love, his first family, his first apprentice. A part of him dreams to have all of these simple pleasures of clan life, but a part of him simply shrugs and knows that it’ll happen someday.
&&sample rp:
Step. Yellowy eyes flickered quickly, easily, ears twitching and whiskers fluttering in the air as the tom took in a fresh breathe of the air. There. The sound was there again, and from glancing at his brother and sister, he could tell that there was prey nearby. He extended one long leg out in front of him, careful and precise in allowing his paw to land in some soft soil away from the thin twisted twig that threatened to give the three warriors away. He flickered his tail out in front of his sister, causing her to ease her step, just barely missing a weak branch that was hidden away by leaves. She looked up at him with her light eyes, an appreciative gesture for his warning. Duskclaw nodded his head in approval, the two siblings trusted Blackmurmur readily, expecting him to find the minute details that they would note. But there was no time to think of such things, there were Elders and Queens and Kits to feed, and the three hunters stalked forward towards their kill in a single file line, a large brown hum, a soft hush, and a black shadow.
There. The mouse was plump, and Blackmurmur could tell just how warm it was by that fresh, delectable smell. Starclan, if this kept up, they would feed well tonight. Duskclaw turned to look at his sister with his own yellow eyes, nodding for her to step forward, a sort of older brotherly instinct had the tom always with an eye on the petite she-cat. Lilacheart accepted the challenge, unseathing her claws in the softest parts of the ground, muting her weight by distributing it evenly and thinly. The mouse didn’t have a chance to even squeak before she leapt, soundless, and soon the stench of death mingled with the slightest scent of blood. Duskclaw nodded his head.
“A clean kill, sister.” Lilacheart said nothing, merely rolled the mouse into a shallow hole she had dug in the dirt. She instead turned her eyes to Blackmurmur, not looking for approval, but intent on continuing her set task. “No time to linger here. Where to next?” A surge of warmth crept beneath Blackmurmur’s fur at the trust she had for him, the expectations to be what he was, a fine hunter. And he nodded his head towards the east, using his instincts rather than his senses. Lilacheart and Duskclaw nodded, of course their brother could be wrong, but they needn’t bother worrying about it. The evening was young, they had plenty of time, and soon the clan could feast.
&&characters: Blackie's my first, but definitely not my last. I have such a long list of kitty names and pictures that I want to use… D:
&&c-box name: Henna
&&Read more:
Thank heaven 4 you - Esthero, Freddie Joachim Vibe Out Remix
picture creds
Avatar picture creds (if/when I get it up)
Also, it’s been a while since I’ve been in the whole Warriors business. I may slip up, in fact, I probably will, and if I do please do let me know. C:
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