T.E.R.R.A.G.R.O.V.E.
○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○Gender: "Oh. I'm male."
Age: "I'm, ehr, I'm young. Thirteen moons."
Ranking: "Uh, I think I'm a warrior."
Mate: "I..don't think girls would like me very much."
Kin: "Well, none that I know, really..."
Future Name: "I'm okay with the name I have. I
doubt I'd ever be Terrastar..."
Basic description: "I'm, uh, a short-haired snowshoe
tomcat so I have white and gray fur with a black nose but
I have one blue eye and one green, for some reason."
○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ A n d if I only could, make a deal with G o d a|n|d get him to swap o.u.r places.
__________________________________________________________________________It's a miracle he became a warrior. Terragrove is afraid of, well, everything. Spiders? He's out of there. Heights? Makes him nauseous. Sharks? Don't even try. But swimming? He'd rather fight off the entire Dark Forest. It's funny, because he's a WaterClan cat. But no, Terragrove would not dare try. He often has severe anxiety attacks and panics about really insignificant things. He is a good hunter, that's one thing. But fighting, forget about it. By the moment the other cat unsheathes their claws, he's already turned tail. It seems almost StarClan has given up on him. His Clanmates fear he will never take a mate nor learn how to protect his Clan because of his 'sensitive' emotions. But, deep within him, Terragrove knows that he would lay his life down for his Clan and he tries to be brave. And maybe, one day, it will pay off.
__________________________________________________________________________Her name was Gaia, a traveling snow-shoe kittypet who had been abused by her owners. She left, fearful, that her unborn kits would be badly hurt or worse. Unfortunately she gave birth in the freezing rain and all four of her kits were stillborn. That is, she thought they were. One of them moved. She named him Terra, meaning earth. (As Gaia also means mother earth). But she was no protector. After several occasions and brushes with death, Gaia left Terra at the border of a Clan. WaterClan, that is. They took him in, raised him. By the time he was an apprentice, Terrapaw, he became best friends with a black she-cat called Gypsypaw. They were inseparable. They trained together, hunted together. Slept together. It almost seemed that Terrapaw had his life made out for him. Until one fateful day where they were swimming. They went a little too far out, and the riptides caught them. Terrapaw made it out but, instead of going after Gypsypaw, he ran for help. And they arrived, much too late. Guilt swamped Terrapaw, though he was made a warrior a few moons later. The memory of her never left him and he always thought that it would have been better if he'd died trying to save her instead of acting like the coward he was. He still has the fear of water till today...
D.A.E.M.O.N.G.E.I.S.T
••••••••••••••••••••Gender: "Male."
Age: "I'm thirty-four moons."
Ranking: "I am a warrior."
Mate: "Don't have one, not looking for one."
Kin: "My stupid step-brother, Zephyrstorm."
Future Name: "Already have the name I need..
though I hope to be Daemonstar some day soon."
Basic description: "I'm lean, long-legged with a
sort of pale russet pelt and pale green eyes. My face
is more angular as I am a Pure-Bred Abyssinian."
•••••••••••••••••••• All my D|A|Y|S were spent by the telephone. It never R A N G, and all I needed was a call that never CAME.
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Daemongeist is an incredibly talented warrior. He is seldom known to be beaten in a fight--if at all-- and will not back down until he dies himself. Hunting is a different matter. Though he is trained in the art of killing and being swift, it doesn't come easy. Due to a wound as an apprentice Daemongeist lacks a good sense of smell. He is brave, for one. Quiet may be another word to describe him as he is a cat of little words. He often lets his claws speak for him instead. And though he may seem like a violent cat he can seek the peaceful side to things as he often knows what is at stake. He has made mistakes before that led to other cat's deaths and he knows, he will not do that again. He is a natural-born leader and will always put other's lives before his, especially his brother's Zephyrstorm, whom he has grown very close to.
__________________________________________________________________________He was a normal kit up until the day his dead father came to him in his sleep, promising him that he would train him to be fiercer, better. What cat wouldn't take that chance? His training began as soon as he hit apprenticeship. He would go out into the woods late at night and train with this...spirit. But the training got far more intense from there. A sparring incident left Daemonpaw winded with blood running down the side of his temple. His father apologized, but Daemonpaw still felt haunted. How could a dead cat hurt him? He managed to clean off the blood but his brother, Zephyrpaw, noticed the blood on his paws. Daemonpaw shook it off and said it was nothing.
After moons of training, at night and at day, Daemonpaw became Daemongeist. One of the strongest fighters known to his Clan. But his training just got worse. More brutal. He came back with more wounds, nicks, bites that he tried to conceal. And Zephyrstorm grew further from him. One day, Daemongeist decided he'd had enough. He told his father he wasn't going to train anymore and, to his surprise, his father attacked. Daemongeist was barely able to fend him off. By sheer luck or a blessing from StarClan Daemongeist managed to grab him by the scruff and throw him to the ground. He yelled at his father for a moment before realizing...he was dead. Daemongeist had broken his father's neck. The cat faded away into nothing. Haunted but relieved it was over, Daemongeist came back to camp where he told his brother that it was over. After that, he reconciled his friendship with his brother and, for all he knows, they are best friends to this day.
Z.E.P.H.Y.R.S.T.O.R.M.
ΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦGender: "I'm male."
Age: "I'm seventeen moons."
Ranking: "I am a warrior."
Mate: "Well, I don't have one, but I have several she-cats
following me around..."
Kin: "Daemongeist is my step-brother."
Future Name: "I'm fine with Zephyrstorm. Perhaps Zephyrstar,
one day."
Basic description: "What's to know? I'm a totally
charming, handsome long-haired gray tabby tom with
green eyes, white chest, muzzle and paws."
ΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦΦ O.H, I'm like a KID who just won't let it G|O.
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Zephyrstorm is a typically 'teenager' type of cat. He is only about twelve moons old--a new warrior. He spends little of his time actually contributing to the Clan and most of it goofing off. He loves nothing more than to pull pranks on his Clanmates. As an addition he thinks he is a great flirt and the best lady-charmer around. Of course, that's the outside. Zephyrstorm has many more secrets to that. One, he's scared that others will reject him. He doesn't like being alone--he's had his fair share of a broken and lonely heart. When it comes to it, he has a soft, sweet side for kittens and sort of wishes to have some of his own one day. That is, if he can ever break out of his silly, 'teenaged' shell. Overall Zephyrstorm has a good heart, he just doesn't know it yet.
__________________________________________________________________________When he was a kit, he was pretty much...well, alone. An orphan at birth. His father had died long before he was born and his mother bled out after his birth. The only friend he had was his step-brother, Daemonkit. (As his mother became mates with his father a while after Zephyrkit's biological father died. Daemonkit is a bit older) They were best friends and almost inseparable. It was clear that Daemonkit was always the better fighter, hunter, leader. Zephyrkit was just...in the background. But he never minded much. When they became apprentices Zephyrkit noticed Daemonkit becoming, well, distant. One night he returned from the forest with blood on his paws and Zephyrpaw demanded to know. Daemonpaw shook him off, promising he had just gone to hunt. But Zephyrpaw knew. It was cat blood.
Upon becoming warriors Daemongeist was a powerful cat and a brutal enemy. He was born to be a warrior, no doubt. Upon discovering an enemy patrol Zephyrstorm and Daemongeist fought them off. However, when Zephyrstorm chased off his opponent, Daemongeist refused to let his go. He beat the cat down and looked like he was about to kill him when Zephyrstorm interfered. It was only luck that the cat survived. Daemongeist was...changed. Zephyrstorm gave up hope for his brother to ever return when, one night, Daemongeist woke him up and spoke very quietly. He said, It's done. And went back to sleep. Zephyrstorm didn't know what he meant by that, but he knew one thing. Daemongeist had blood on his teeth.
OOC: Okay, no more posting from myself. Just need to stick these forms here.
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