Ebonitewind

[shorepaw]

Name: Ebonitewind
Gender: male
Age: twenty-five moons
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: warrior
Looks: Ebonitewind has a muscular build. His shoulders are broad, and span out quite a ways, for even a forest-bred cat such as himself. They resemble a powerful eagle displaying his massive wings, only perhaps less exaggerated. Muscles ripple beneath his fur, displaying his show of strength and power that he happens to be lucky enough to possess. A curling tail, thick and lion-like, fans out behind him in a whip-like lash of vinyl-hue. His head is cupped in a handsome triangular wedge, and displays the natural feline beauty many cats possess in their faces, and powerful chips of large, pointed dark ears swivel in the direction of any suspicious sound, and thick bushels of whiskers poke from either side of his jutting muzzle, dripping with a clean silver glow. Altogether, it is a beautiful face that captures all of nocturnal felinity.

Now, for the lesser details. Ebonitewind has a sleek coat, and although it is not thick in depth or long in length, displays a healthy shine. It is the color of liquid onyx, a beautiful shimmering coat of soft dark jet silk. Aiding his enviable coat are the occuli that glow from his face with dramatic emotion. They are round, for the most part, but they can be considered narrow as well, and they are filled with such a shockingly bright citrine splash that they glimmer into the eyes of others with an almost sanguine kind of fire. A feature, most say, that compliments his masculine, virile pantherlike ferocity quite well, are his sharp, penetrating flame eyes.

Actions: Ebonitewind's personality is rather complex. Okay, so that isn't saying much, but he has different sides to him. He is something of a "lone wolf" who usually distances himself from most other cats unless necessary. He definitely isn't fond of rule-breakers and rebellious cats, and those who harness evil power are fowl in his favor. He is a ruthless, vindictive cat who is somtimes called a narcissist by the cats in his Clan, he is in fact very devoted to the warrior code and to his Clanmates. Those friends he does have, he holds tightly to, clinging with the fear of their demise, and his helplessness in it. Ebonitewind's passions are usually hidden from others, and the cloak he drops when with friends are displayed outwardly as a quiet, soft-spoken gentleman who considers everyone before himself.

Past: Fierce father and dedicated, ambitious warrior Spidervenom and his quiet mate, Lightpool, gave the Clan two kits in the midst of green-leaf on a rare cool day. The black tom used his pale, dull amber eyes to gaze proudly at the kits who were flanking his mate's side and suckling. A black kit like himself and a tiny tortie femme like her dam lie before his judgment, and from the start, Ebonitekit and his twin, Specklekit, were beloved.

Checking often with his mate in the nursery to watch the progress of his son and daughter, Spidervenom was loved by Ebonitekit. He wished to be the same size as his father, with the same muscular masculinity he had. At the same time, he had almost as great a love for Lightpool, who was so kind, sweet, and gentle. She was an excellent mother to her children, as Spidervenom was the perfect father.

From the beginning, Ebonitekit was going to be a quiet, respectful thing, and he grew into a quiet, respectful apprentice. Ebonitepaw, he was called, and was mentored by a new warrior named Brackenpelt. He had a light brown tabby pelt and was nervous about training a fresh new apprentice. Yet, the older cats had confidence in him, and so he was trusted. He was a good mentor, and Ebonitepaw was very friendly with him. They were good friends.

After Ebonitepaw's assessment five moons later, at the ripe age of his apprenticeship, a terrible bout of greencough went around camp and Lightpool, pregnant with her third litter of kits, was ridden with it. While she was birthing the next half-moon, both Ebonitepaw's mother and siblings died. He grieved for her, but then a fresh new wound came -- Spidervenom had taken a vicious bite from an adder.

With both parents dead, both Ebonitepaw and Specklepaw became Brackenpelt's best friend. He struggled to cope with the loss of Clanmates himself, when these two apprentices' father had trained him, and he had always been fond of Lightpool. Yet, he was overjoyed as the kits when Ebonitepaw and Specklepaw received their warrior names.

Ebonitewind for the sleek black warrior his father's eyes, but bright, more emotional, and Specklelight for the cute, bouncy tortie sibling. Brackenpelt was now more than ever their friend, but he was sick with worry over his mate, who was close to delivery and yet showed every sign of miscarriage. When she died before the kits were even born, Brackenpelt went mad with grief.

He died when crazily hopping onto the Thunderpath to be flattened by a huge, bone-smashing monster. Ebonitewind felt truly lost. Specklelight was mournful, but she shook it off brightly. It wasn't five moons later, their twentieth moon, that she ran off with some loner tom, never to return.

Ebonitewind lived a few days in sorrow and anger, then brushed it off. He'd already lost many, but they were somewhere else now, in a better place where there was no pain and they were with the cats they loved most. He lived out the rest of his five moons serving his Clan, as a good warrior should do.

In Character: taken from another site

The sun was barely a mark on the horizon when Shadow and Shroud returned with the corpse of the former MountainClan leader, Shadowstar. The sky was a soft shade of creamy blue, with a few peach-tinted clouds flecking it, and a warm gold spreading over them and further brightening the day.

A tickling breeze ruffled the whip of dark fur on Shadow's chest; heaving in an agonizing way, he let his hold on the dead tom's fur go. Without waiting for Shroud, he boldly approached the center of the camp, where the tom's dead body lie. He bowed his head briefly to the leader who succeeded his ancestor Thistlestar, then turned around and was sure he felt the presence of 'StarClan', gathering around Shadowstar's body to envelop him in a mist of spirits. They were reaping his soul, most likely, to take it to their own realms.

Sighing, he thought back to all of the leaders he had been told about; Pantherstar, the violent; Ravenstar, the kind; Thistlestar, the brave; Shadowstar, the tormented. The new leader was unknown to him; hopefully their life would have been better than their predesscors. His dark tail bound tightly around his paws as he waited for the members of MountainClan to approach him.

***

A pale ginger head poked worriedly out of the nursery, as she realized what that scent was - the scent of a newly dead warrior. Scrambling on clumsy claws, the head nursery queen of MountainClan approached the scene in the middle of the camp, noticing, first thing the erect body of her grandson and the limp body of her leader.

A horrified screech emmitted from her throat, and she leapt protectively forward, her claws unsheathed. "How could you?" She accused lamely, knowing full well the young refugee didn't kill him. He seemed to know, too, by staring blankly at her and quietly giving a mew of comfort. She sighed, then rested her nose into Shadowstar's fur.

No! This can't happen! How did it happen? Her pale green eyes flicked to Shadow's dark blue ones. Mutely, she pleaded with him to tell her, but he said nothing. She gazed around worriedly, hoping for anyone to come and give her answers.

Relationships/Kin: all deceased
Spidervenom [sire]
Lightpool [dam]
Specklelight [sister]
Brackenpelt [mentor]

Other: None.

Codewords: poison tears crash down

[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.