Post by Reflection on Jun 10, 2007 23:26:38 GMT -5
Name: Reflection Pool where Secrets Lay
Gender: Tom
Age: 30 Moons
Tribe: Tribe of Lurking Shadows
Postion: Stoneteller
Description/Picture:
www.pnc.com.au/~siblu/SibluSergeiDiaghilev.jpg
Reflection is the picture of a reflective ghost, a dark, ghostly grey. His never changing coat is very dense, covering his muscular build. Reflection is in no way perfection, but yet nightmarish with giant fangs and fearsome claws. His muzzle and face are gruesomely scarred, with some scars healed and some are so red they look fresh. These scars are festering because of the sanity levels of Tribe of Lurking Shadows. His build is of a long cat, with long legs, long tail, and long ears. His ears have tuffs of fur growing on the inside to keep flies out of his eardrums.
Reflection is named for his eyes, which are an icy, vibrant, light blue. His pupils are an odd color, white, almost transperant in his eyeballs. His eyes are said to reflect anything and gleam red in the sight of blood. These rumors have not been confirmed, seeing as all of Tribe of Lurking Shadows are shady figures, and are not to be trusted. Reflection's face only shows two of his looks, Intelligent and Fiercous. He has more, but those are his two main ones. He often has a smirk or grimace plastered on his face, and it is said that he only smiles in the veiw of extreme cruellty which use to be hanging cats by their tails, but in the twisted sick mind of Reflection, you'd never know.
Reflection could be the spoke-person for his Tribe. It was once said that he could kill with one look, but then again, His Tribe is an unrealiable source. Reflection's coat is never stained crimson, brown, or anything besides grey. His coat is that dense. Reflection could be in the view of handsome to a few lucky she-cats but mainly he wears a nightmarish or grim reaper like appearance.
At First Glance: A muscular, handsome Grey tom with many scars and a long body with icy cyan-blue eyes.
Personality:
Reflection was also named for his split-personality. Around other tribes he is the picture of innocence. He doesn't even reek or rant about murder and cruellty. He is completely kind and even caring towards other tribes. He mainly does this so his tribe isn't labeled as the "Evil Clan of Doom" but it's a bit late for that.
Really, Reflection just wishes other tribes would just drop dead so his tribe could rule. He thinks that if he took over all the other tribes he'd be able to drive out the no-furs. His opinion on No-furs our like Advanced Role-players opinions to N00bs. He secretly hates them and is just waiting for the right moment to stab them in the heart and run away.
Reflection is not one to practice optimisism but that doesn't mean he goes around ranting We're all going to die! when their is enough prey to feed fifthy wolf packs and their is not one battle going on. He's just not a happy cat, okay?
Reflection is the picture of cruel. He treats everything and mainly everyone cruelly. He only cares for a few select friends and one special she-cat. Reflection is a blood-cold brute and will kill anyone who disobeys him or even questions him, if they are in his clan. Never ever doubt his power is his biggest rule in his Big Book of Reflection No-Nos. And the punishment of crossing the Big Book of Reflection No-Nos? Death or any other cruellty he can think of.
History:
Like many cruel people or cats in this case in the world, Reflection did not start out being cruel, actually he was the biggest happy-go-lucky kitten there ever was. Reflection's parents were two Kittypets named Rogue and Cyan [xd]. Reflection was their only kit to pull through a horrible winter out in the Sea Shack Reflection's parents lived in with their owner. Early on Reflection also known as Muffin [He'd die if you called him that] at that time knew that Kittypet life was not for him. He often went on little "strolls" through the woods near his house, that was inhabiated by the Tribes.
On one of his strolls when he was Eight Moons old, Muffin encountered his first tribe cat, a she-cat To-be named Star. He immeadiately fell in love with the ginger she-cat and she became his first friend. The Two often met on Tribe of Lurking Shadows territory, Star's tribe. They were happy together but Muffin still wanted more.
One day, Star suggested that he come to the Tribe with her. Muffin obeyed instantly, ready to follow the she-cat to the end of the world. This was in the good days of the Tribe of Lurking Shadows, when the sun still shined and there was never Carrion or slobbiness in the camp. Muffin was received in open arms and given the name of "Risen".
After a few moons of being a Prey-hunter To-be, Risen soon found that Star was not in love with him, but with another Prey-Hunter To-be named Shadow. In his blind rage, Risen "accidently" killed Shadow, making it look like another cat he strongly disliked did it. The cat was chased out, and the whole tribe mourned for Shadow besides Risen, who just acted like it.
Now Risen was sure Star would fall in love with him, but instead she had Shadow's kits. The Two were named Pool and Shade, and were loved by all besides Risen. His heart turned to stone, and in the veil of night, he killed Star and her kits. His monster was now unveiled, his cruellty in blind light.
No one expected that Risen had done it [Who done it?] and instead, they got rid of the Stoneteller. A moon before this, Risen had gained his Prey-Hunter name, Risen Moon of Shaded Nights. The former Prey-Hunter chief became Stoneteller, and Risen Moon of Shaded Nights became the new Prey-Hunter Chief.
Risen Moon of Shaded Nights was extremely good at his job. He kept the prey pile stacked high and all the cats in good spirits. But deep inside of the Grey cat was a longing for a true taste of power, and to twist and turn the Tribe into it's Prime Days and be known as the Strongest tribe of the tribes.
Nearly a moon passed without anything happening and Risen became so thristy for power he severely injured the Stoneteller and left the cat for dead. No one ever discovered the Carcess of Amber Moon that Glows in Light, just the way Risen planned it. The tribe thought the poor thing had walked off the face of the earth, but Risen later explained that the cat had gotten stuck in a tree with canniblistic squirrels. [XDDDDD]
At this time the Stoneteller became the Chief Guard and Risen was of course outraged. How dare this cat take away all he'd worked for? This was when Hanging the Tail was first invented and used. Risen hung the new Chief Guard to send a message that was never quite read.
Risen then to terrify the Stoneteller put dead cats in his sleeping moss and made sure to put the maggot infested prey to the Stoneteller. Eventually the Stoneteller died of an "accidental" snake bite. Then Risen was named the new Stoneteller, and everything's good and a happy ending right?
Risen was re-named by the ancient Tribe Ancestors. His new name was Reflection Pool where Secrets Lay. Now named Reflection decided to really redo the whole tribe, and his evil rant began.
First Reflection explained his new rules and the cats that objected were his first victims of the Shadow System, as it was called. Reflection's first prisoner was a lost Tribe of Drifting Feather To-be that happened to be the daughter of the current Stoneteller. Reflection hung her by her tail, then sent the parts left of her to her Father. This was when The Tribe of Lurking Shadows gained their first enemy.
Reflection's evil rant soon made the camp reek of rotting flesh and carrion. He also accepted these ridicoulous goons into the Tribe that first inserted all the skeltons that lay around the camp today. And that is where we leave him.
IC:
it was like a faded photograph, there, but fuzzy and unnoticed till you needed it. wingedfang watched her friend without saying a word, from her perch on lightning ledge. dovewing seemed to be getting close to d-day as far as wingedfang could see. adderclaw passed through her thoughts, but she quickily shook him from her clouded mind, storming inside. she was better off on her own.
when your heart is ripped from the small crevice of your chest, is anything left? wingedfang wondered, her electric blue eyes sollen and sunk like the titantic, never to come back again from the curen ubsecurity of the harsh, wild world. food was no longer appealing to the slim, beautiful she-cat, but just a material thing, to keep her alive. it was difficult for others to grasp her emptiness, the hollow insides she now bore instead of the hot, unsilenced feelings that once capitated her body.
wingedfang watched her clan, her friends, her life. or at least, her old life. she didn't feel like this was her home anymore. no where did she feel where her home was. she had been robbed of the joy of living, all the sense of a cruel joke, her heart ripped from it's crevice, wingedfang. now she was losing the desprete war with life, to life or not too.
at least she'd be in starclan. or at least she thought so. there was no reason left to stay alive, besides to carry on her hate for the nessicity of love, peacefulness, and of course family. how she hated family. espeically that excuse of a cat for a brother. she snorted. shadowed shouldn't have even been born into the world he was so sad. she smirked. how amusing she could be by herself. no need for other life.
that's what wingedfang decided to do. she didn't need the company of other cats, it wasn't like she was one of those chattery little birds like that idoit jackalpaw. she could just stay in her bed all day, or go on so many patrols she would be so exhausted she wouldn't be able to talk. she'd become a cold-hearted bastard only fueled by the power of hate. sounded like a perfect life.
Gender: Tom
Age: 30 Moons
Tribe: Tribe of Lurking Shadows
Postion: Stoneteller
Description/Picture:
www.pnc.com.au/~siblu/SibluSergeiDiaghilev.jpg
Reflection is the picture of a reflective ghost, a dark, ghostly grey. His never changing coat is very dense, covering his muscular build. Reflection is in no way perfection, but yet nightmarish with giant fangs and fearsome claws. His muzzle and face are gruesomely scarred, with some scars healed and some are so red they look fresh. These scars are festering because of the sanity levels of Tribe of Lurking Shadows. His build is of a long cat, with long legs, long tail, and long ears. His ears have tuffs of fur growing on the inside to keep flies out of his eardrums.
Reflection is named for his eyes, which are an icy, vibrant, light blue. His pupils are an odd color, white, almost transperant in his eyeballs. His eyes are said to reflect anything and gleam red in the sight of blood. These rumors have not been confirmed, seeing as all of Tribe of Lurking Shadows are shady figures, and are not to be trusted. Reflection's face only shows two of his looks, Intelligent and Fiercous. He has more, but those are his two main ones. He often has a smirk or grimace plastered on his face, and it is said that he only smiles in the veiw of extreme cruellty which use to be hanging cats by their tails, but in the twisted sick mind of Reflection, you'd never know.
Reflection could be the spoke-person for his Tribe. It was once said that he could kill with one look, but then again, His Tribe is an unrealiable source. Reflection's coat is never stained crimson, brown, or anything besides grey. His coat is that dense. Reflection could be in the view of handsome to a few lucky she-cats but mainly he wears a nightmarish or grim reaper like appearance.
At First Glance: A muscular, handsome Grey tom with many scars and a long body with icy cyan-blue eyes.
Personality:
Reflection was also named for his split-personality. Around other tribes he is the picture of innocence. He doesn't even reek or rant about murder and cruellty. He is completely kind and even caring towards other tribes. He mainly does this so his tribe isn't labeled as the "Evil Clan of Doom" but it's a bit late for that.
Really, Reflection just wishes other tribes would just drop dead so his tribe could rule. He thinks that if he took over all the other tribes he'd be able to drive out the no-furs. His opinion on No-furs our like Advanced Role-players opinions to N00bs. He secretly hates them and is just waiting for the right moment to stab them in the heart and run away.
Reflection is not one to practice optimisism but that doesn't mean he goes around ranting We're all going to die! when their is enough prey to feed fifthy wolf packs and their is not one battle going on. He's just not a happy cat, okay?
Reflection is the picture of cruel. He treats everything and mainly everyone cruelly. He only cares for a few select friends and one special she-cat. Reflection is a blood-cold brute and will kill anyone who disobeys him or even questions him, if they are in his clan. Never ever doubt his power is his biggest rule in his Big Book of Reflection No-Nos. And the punishment of crossing the Big Book of Reflection No-Nos? Death or any other cruellty he can think of.
History:
Reflection's Rise To Power
Like many cruel people or cats in this case in the world, Reflection did not start out being cruel, actually he was the biggest happy-go-lucky kitten there ever was. Reflection's parents were two Kittypets named Rogue and Cyan [xd]. Reflection was their only kit to pull through a horrible winter out in the Sea Shack Reflection's parents lived in with their owner. Early on Reflection also known as Muffin [He'd die if you called him that] at that time knew that Kittypet life was not for him. He often went on little "strolls" through the woods near his house, that was inhabiated by the Tribes.
On one of his strolls when he was Eight Moons old, Muffin encountered his first tribe cat, a she-cat To-be named Star. He immeadiately fell in love with the ginger she-cat and she became his first friend. The Two often met on Tribe of Lurking Shadows territory, Star's tribe. They were happy together but Muffin still wanted more.
One day, Star suggested that he come to the Tribe with her. Muffin obeyed instantly, ready to follow the she-cat to the end of the world. This was in the good days of the Tribe of Lurking Shadows, when the sun still shined and there was never Carrion or slobbiness in the camp. Muffin was received in open arms and given the name of "Risen".
After a few moons of being a Prey-hunter To-be, Risen soon found that Star was not in love with him, but with another Prey-Hunter To-be named Shadow. In his blind rage, Risen "accidently" killed Shadow, making it look like another cat he strongly disliked did it. The cat was chased out, and the whole tribe mourned for Shadow besides Risen, who just acted like it.
Now Risen was sure Star would fall in love with him, but instead she had Shadow's kits. The Two were named Pool and Shade, and were loved by all besides Risen. His heart turned to stone, and in the veil of night, he killed Star and her kits. His monster was now unveiled, his cruellty in blind light.
No one expected that Risen had done it [Who done it?] and instead, they got rid of the Stoneteller. A moon before this, Risen had gained his Prey-Hunter name, Risen Moon of Shaded Nights. The former Prey-Hunter chief became Stoneteller, and Risen Moon of Shaded Nights became the new Prey-Hunter Chief.
The Rocky Road of Success
Risen Moon of Shaded Nights was extremely good at his job. He kept the prey pile stacked high and all the cats in good spirits. But deep inside of the Grey cat was a longing for a true taste of power, and to twist and turn the Tribe into it's Prime Days and be known as the Strongest tribe of the tribes.
Nearly a moon passed without anything happening and Risen became so thristy for power he severely injured the Stoneteller and left the cat for dead. No one ever discovered the Carcess of Amber Moon that Glows in Light, just the way Risen planned it. The tribe thought the poor thing had walked off the face of the earth, but Risen later explained that the cat had gotten stuck in a tree with canniblistic squirrels. [XDDDDD]
At this time the Stoneteller became the Chief Guard and Risen was of course outraged. How dare this cat take away all he'd worked for? This was when Hanging the Tail was first invented and used. Risen hung the new Chief Guard to send a message that was never quite read.
Risen then to terrify the Stoneteller put dead cats in his sleeping moss and made sure to put the maggot infested prey to the Stoneteller. Eventually the Stoneteller died of an "accidental" snake bite. Then Risen was named the new Stoneteller, and everything's good and a happy ending right?
Twisting the Tribe into Shape
Risen was re-named by the ancient Tribe Ancestors. His new name was Reflection Pool where Secrets Lay. Now named Reflection decided to really redo the whole tribe, and his evil rant began.
First Reflection explained his new rules and the cats that objected were his first victims of the Shadow System, as it was called. Reflection's first prisoner was a lost Tribe of Drifting Feather To-be that happened to be the daughter of the current Stoneteller. Reflection hung her by her tail, then sent the parts left of her to her Father. This was when The Tribe of Lurking Shadows gained their first enemy.
Reflection's evil rant soon made the camp reek of rotting flesh and carrion. He also accepted these ridicoulous goons into the Tribe that first inserted all the skeltons that lay around the camp today. And that is where we leave him.
IC:
it was like a faded photograph, there, but fuzzy and unnoticed till you needed it. wingedfang watched her friend without saying a word, from her perch on lightning ledge. dovewing seemed to be getting close to d-day as far as wingedfang could see. adderclaw passed through her thoughts, but she quickily shook him from her clouded mind, storming inside. she was better off on her own.
when your heart is ripped from the small crevice of your chest, is anything left? wingedfang wondered, her electric blue eyes sollen and sunk like the titantic, never to come back again from the curen ubsecurity of the harsh, wild world. food was no longer appealing to the slim, beautiful she-cat, but just a material thing, to keep her alive. it was difficult for others to grasp her emptiness, the hollow insides she now bore instead of the hot, unsilenced feelings that once capitated her body.
wingedfang watched her clan, her friends, her life. or at least, her old life. she didn't feel like this was her home anymore. no where did she feel where her home was. she had been robbed of the joy of living, all the sense of a cruel joke, her heart ripped from it's crevice, wingedfang. now she was losing the desprete war with life, to life or not too.
at least she'd be in starclan. or at least she thought so. there was no reason left to stay alive, besides to carry on her hate for the nessicity of love, peacefulness, and of course family. how she hated family. espeically that excuse of a cat for a brother. she snorted. shadowed shouldn't have even been born into the world he was so sad. she smirked. how amusing she could be by herself. no need for other life.
that's what wingedfang decided to do. she didn't need the company of other cats, it wasn't like she was one of those chattery little birds like that idoit jackalpaw. she could just stay in her bed all day, or go on so many patrols she would be so exhausted she wouldn't be able to talk. she'd become a cold-hearted bastard only fueled by the power of hate. sounded like a perfect life.