Post by [xoxo] shard. :) on Aug 27, 2007 17:02:36 GMT -5
You may call me Bloodkit
[/b][/color]I'm a lost tom[/b][/color]
I only made it to 0 moons[/b][/color]
I walk with The Tribe of Nightmares[/b][/color]
I am ranked a kit[/b][/color]
[.Watch.The.Blood.Pour.]
Bloodkit is completely black with piercing dandelion yellow eyes. They never let happiness trhough-he never is happy. The closest thing there is to happiness he ever feels is the sick amusement of watching dying cats. His fur is thin and short, his paws small but powerful. When his fur shines, you can see the blood still left on him from birth, since he was never licked clean. Now it is a scar of is birth and death, since it has dried, and he. for some strange reason, can't lick it off himself. He believes it's from the Tribe's powers.
[.See.The.Tears.Crash.]
Bloodkit has no sense of mercy at all. He has become blood-thirsty and hateful under Sablestar's brainwashing. He thinks of Sablestar as his father, since he never knew his own. He is loyal to Sablestar and only him, and acts as a sidekick. He always tags along beside him and supports what he says. When he was brainwashed by Sablestar, he was made to believe that his mother abandoned him with the rest of the kits. He hates he a lot, and plans to begin haunting her dreams every night if he can reach her.
[.A.Horror.Tale.]
Bloodkit was born to a SerenityClan Queen known as Shimmerwing. She had mated a loner. She secretly met wth him every few days But when she became pregnant, she had a problem, she knew every cat would know she'd broken the warrior code. So before she had kits, she ran away from the Clan. She was helped by an old wise loner when she had her kits, but then left them behind. Bloodkit died during birth, and the rest were taken in by the old loner, who had come to despise Shimmerwing for her cold heart. No one know where Shimmerwing is now. Not even StarClan or the Tribe.
Bloodkit was taken by the Tribe, and since he was never named, dubbed Bloodkit by Sablestar.
[.A.Lost.Sample.][/color]
A small kit appeared upon the cliff of a cloud known as the Lightning Drop. His pelt was shimmering black. Parts of it were dabbed with dry blood. His eyes were bright yellow. He woke up with a start, trying to see were he was. A cloud? Was this StarClan? But the feeling of hatred and death hung in the air. Where was he? And more importantly, who was he?
A voice echoed, and glaring red eyes shone in the darkness. "Welcome to the Tribe of Nightmares. You are now known as Bloodkit, and you will serve my authority."
[.The.Words.Of.Life.][/color]
Poison Tears Crash Down[/size][/center]