Post by --dankheart-- on Dec 7, 2007 20:52:16 GMT -5
Character's Name: Dankheart [star]
Role-play example #1:
"Panthertail, Foxface, Sorrelpelt. I want you to go on hunting patrol." Dankstar strolled out of his den in time to catch his deputy's words; the lean black tom took a moment to stretch, then headed over to the newly named patrol. "I will join them," he meowed to his deputy, smiling amiably- today he was in a good mood, rather than his normally stormy one. "I havn't hunted for a while." he turned to the patrol. "Please lead." he wasn't really to talking to any of the three cats in particular; he was simply addressing them as a whole and leaving them to deal with who would go first. Panthertail hurried out of the camp, Sorrelpelt and Foxface falling in line. Dankstar made no effort to catch up or even take the lead; rather, he fell in behind all of them and padded along as if he was just another warrior. "How about here?" they were near Shady Creek, and Dankstar could hear the sound of water as he voiced the question to the rest of the patrol. Without waiting for an answer, he continued "Good. Panthertail, Foxface, you two hunt together. Sorrelpelt, you may join me or hunt by yourself. Gather here at sun-high." without waiting to see if Sorrelpelt followed him, Dankstar padded away, scenting the air as he went. Stopping a short distance away from where he had originally been, Dankstar lowered himself down, then slowly padded forward, his attention fixed on a small mouse that had just emerged from its hole. He stopped; readied himself... a black bird shot out of the trees, screeching a warning. The mouse looked up, saw him, started to dart back towrads its hole- 'Oh no you don't!' the leader of ShadowClan leaped, his claws sinking into the mouse, just below the neck, not quite killing it. Dragging it back towrads him, he dug his claws into the mouse's neck, quickly killing it. Standing up, he carried his fresh-kill back to the place where they were supposed to meet later, and began to bury it. Pausing, he lifted his head- was that badger he could smell drifting over the ThunderClan border, or just a stale scent? To be on the safe side, Dankstar called the rest of the patrol. "We're going back to camp," he mewed. "I think we have hunted enough today." When the patrol arrived at camp, Dankstar consulted his deputy about the smell of badger. The deputy, however, had noticed nothing strange... thinking it must have been a stale scent, Dankstar took out another hunting patrol, this time keeping a eye out for any more of the scent.
Role-playing example #2:
It had been a while since Dankstar had noticed the badger scent on his hunting patrol, and since then, he had stored the memory inside him, remembering and keeping an eye out for anything, but not mentioning it to his deputy or Clan. Dankstar worked like this; he was solitary and alone, and needed no one. Perhaps it was because his mother had left when he was young, staying long enough for his eyes to open and her to tell him his name was Dank Heart, but other than that, Dankstar knew nothing of his history...
He had been found by a ShadowClan patrol, and since he was obviously none of their kits or a kit of another Clan, they let him live in ShadowClan... temporarily. The young Dank Heart soon showed that he was a good worker, however, and despite his accent, which sounded like a kind of velvet softening and he tended to slur his 'r's' when he was upset, the Clan accepted him, finally giving him his warrior name, Dankheart, and skipping over the apprentice and kit name's. When the old deputy retired, Dankheart was chosen in his place, and then went on to become leader when the old leader died. Dankstar has led the Clan for four moons, and despite the short time they trusted him explicitly...
Dankstar blinked, shook his head. He had been dreaming, laying in front of his den, about his history. Though the Clan seemed to accept him for having such a shady past, Dankstar still had doubts, and in his 30 moons he wished to put such doubts aside. He closed his eyes; began to drift off again... "RATS!!!" Dankstar's eyes flew open. Foxface, a young she-cat, came tearing into camp, her eyes wide and staring, her fur fluffed to its maximum. Leaping to his feet, Dankstar asked no questions, instead tearing out of the camp entrance. And indeed there were rats. Many rats. Small black ones, large brown ones, each with eyes that seemed to glow, even in the sunlight... Dankstar snarled as he saw the dead body of a cat flung carelessly aside. Hazelpaw. An apprentice made yesterday, given to Foxface. Dankstar remembered the apprentice's smiling face beaming up at him, then the glow in Foxface's eyes as she received her first apprentice... He let out a screech that was more like a roar, flinging himself upon the nearest rat and clawing it so viciously that it was dead in seconds. Before the rest of the rats could attack, Dankstar killed one... two... three... four... five more. But now the rats were rallying, closing in on the vicious black tom in their midst, threatening to overwhelm him... another screech, but not from Dankstar. He peered out, trying to see through the writhing mass of rats enveloping him, in time to see Foxface and Puddleclaw lashing out, trying to reach him... a mighty blow, and Dankstar heaved himself out of the rat hill. A thin film of red mist had covered his eyes; he could not tell if who he clawed and scratched was friend or foe, and if he could, he could not have prevented himself from dealing death. Suddenly, all went still. Dankstar continued to lash out, but realized something was wrong when he felt no bodies, no resistance... the red haze over his eyes disappeared, and returned to their normal shade of cold amber. He was standing in a circle of rats, with slain ones littered on the ground around him... the crowd in front of him parted, to reveal a copy of himself walking delicately through the rat bodies. As the copy got closer, Dankstar was able to make small differances seperating him and this unknown cat. A small speck of white here, a mangled ear there... Dankstar heard the small intake of breath from somewhere behind him as the cat became apparant to the other member's of ShadowClan.
"You fight admirably." The stranger's voice, like his eyes, were cold and hard, each word pronouced with a kind of vicious clarity. But Dankstar reeled back in shock as if this cat had hit him, but not with words; he had his accent!
"I see that you are well."
Dankstar stepped forward again, determined to stand up to this usurper, though the words he had just spoken had shocked him; it sounded as if this cat had known him for several years. "I am Dankstar, leader of ShadowClan." he spoke, meeting the cold, arragont gold gaze of his opponent. "Dankstar? Is that what you're called now?" the cat let out a peal of laughter, so harsh in the quietness. "Dankstar! And who am I?" the cat spoke in a mocking, jeering tone now, and Dankstar knew who he was, for his manner was so like his own... "You are my brother." There was silence as Dankstar proclaimed these words; everyone was shocked by this revelation, but his brother simply looked amused and arragont again. "Correct!" he mewed. "I am Dark Soul. Son of Crow Flight and Small Moon. Brother of Dank Heart and Black Sun. And you?" Dankstar felt tired, beaten- his past had come back to haunt him. "I am Dank Heart," he proclaimed. "Son of Crow Flight and Small Moon. Brother of Dark Soul and Black Sun. But I am also Dankstar, leader of ShadowClan." the last words' were spoke with ringi"I will wait, though, brother..."ng finality; his confidence restored, Dankstar glared triumphantly at his brother. Dark Soul's eyes narrowed. "Very well. I assume that that is your choice also?" Dankstar bowed his head. "It is." Dark Soul smiled pityingly. "Then I shall leave for now. It seems foolish to fight now that they know we are brothers." Dankstar said nothing, just continued to look into the gold eyes, so similar to his amber ones. Dark Soul continued. "I will wait as long as it takes... for you belong to a family as old as the hills itself, with an code of honor that is older still. I can see you are not prepared. But I will wait..." and with these words still hanging in the air, Dark Soul turned and vanished into the shadows. With a great squeaking and pattering, the rats who had fought followed, melting back into the shadows after their master as quick as they had come. Dankstar lowered him head, exhausted. Turning, and speaking to no one, he walked back into camp, straight into his den, and collapsed on his nest made of moss, staring at the side of the wall. For his brother would wait. And it sounded like he would even kill ShadowClan to get to himself, Dankstar, in the end.
Role-play example #1:
"Panthertail, Foxface, Sorrelpelt. I want you to go on hunting patrol." Dankstar strolled out of his den in time to catch his deputy's words; the lean black tom took a moment to stretch, then headed over to the newly named patrol. "I will join them," he meowed to his deputy, smiling amiably- today he was in a good mood, rather than his normally stormy one. "I havn't hunted for a while." he turned to the patrol. "Please lead." he wasn't really to talking to any of the three cats in particular; he was simply addressing them as a whole and leaving them to deal with who would go first. Panthertail hurried out of the camp, Sorrelpelt and Foxface falling in line. Dankstar made no effort to catch up or even take the lead; rather, he fell in behind all of them and padded along as if he was just another warrior. "How about here?" they were near Shady Creek, and Dankstar could hear the sound of water as he voiced the question to the rest of the patrol. Without waiting for an answer, he continued "Good. Panthertail, Foxface, you two hunt together. Sorrelpelt, you may join me or hunt by yourself. Gather here at sun-high." without waiting to see if Sorrelpelt followed him, Dankstar padded away, scenting the air as he went. Stopping a short distance away from where he had originally been, Dankstar lowered himself down, then slowly padded forward, his attention fixed on a small mouse that had just emerged from its hole. He stopped; readied himself... a black bird shot out of the trees, screeching a warning. The mouse looked up, saw him, started to dart back towrads its hole- 'Oh no you don't!' the leader of ShadowClan leaped, his claws sinking into the mouse, just below the neck, not quite killing it. Dragging it back towrads him, he dug his claws into the mouse's neck, quickly killing it. Standing up, he carried his fresh-kill back to the place where they were supposed to meet later, and began to bury it. Pausing, he lifted his head- was that badger he could smell drifting over the ThunderClan border, or just a stale scent? To be on the safe side, Dankstar called the rest of the patrol. "We're going back to camp," he mewed. "I think we have hunted enough today." When the patrol arrived at camp, Dankstar consulted his deputy about the smell of badger. The deputy, however, had noticed nothing strange... thinking it must have been a stale scent, Dankstar took out another hunting patrol, this time keeping a eye out for any more of the scent.
Role-playing example #2:
It had been a while since Dankstar had noticed the badger scent on his hunting patrol, and since then, he had stored the memory inside him, remembering and keeping an eye out for anything, but not mentioning it to his deputy or Clan. Dankstar worked like this; he was solitary and alone, and needed no one. Perhaps it was because his mother had left when he was young, staying long enough for his eyes to open and her to tell him his name was Dank Heart, but other than that, Dankstar knew nothing of his history...
He had been found by a ShadowClan patrol, and since he was obviously none of their kits or a kit of another Clan, they let him live in ShadowClan... temporarily. The young Dank Heart soon showed that he was a good worker, however, and despite his accent, which sounded like a kind of velvet softening and he tended to slur his 'r's' when he was upset, the Clan accepted him, finally giving him his warrior name, Dankheart, and skipping over the apprentice and kit name's. When the old deputy retired, Dankheart was chosen in his place, and then went on to become leader when the old leader died. Dankstar has led the Clan for four moons, and despite the short time they trusted him explicitly...
Dankstar blinked, shook his head. He had been dreaming, laying in front of his den, about his history. Though the Clan seemed to accept him for having such a shady past, Dankstar still had doubts, and in his 30 moons he wished to put such doubts aside. He closed his eyes; began to drift off again... "RATS!!!" Dankstar's eyes flew open. Foxface, a young she-cat, came tearing into camp, her eyes wide and staring, her fur fluffed to its maximum. Leaping to his feet, Dankstar asked no questions, instead tearing out of the camp entrance. And indeed there were rats. Many rats. Small black ones, large brown ones, each with eyes that seemed to glow, even in the sunlight... Dankstar snarled as he saw the dead body of a cat flung carelessly aside. Hazelpaw. An apprentice made yesterday, given to Foxface. Dankstar remembered the apprentice's smiling face beaming up at him, then the glow in Foxface's eyes as she received her first apprentice... He let out a screech that was more like a roar, flinging himself upon the nearest rat and clawing it so viciously that it was dead in seconds. Before the rest of the rats could attack, Dankstar killed one... two... three... four... five more. But now the rats were rallying, closing in on the vicious black tom in their midst, threatening to overwhelm him... another screech, but not from Dankstar. He peered out, trying to see through the writhing mass of rats enveloping him, in time to see Foxface and Puddleclaw lashing out, trying to reach him... a mighty blow, and Dankstar heaved himself out of the rat hill. A thin film of red mist had covered his eyes; he could not tell if who he clawed and scratched was friend or foe, and if he could, he could not have prevented himself from dealing death. Suddenly, all went still. Dankstar continued to lash out, but realized something was wrong when he felt no bodies, no resistance... the red haze over his eyes disappeared, and returned to their normal shade of cold amber. He was standing in a circle of rats, with slain ones littered on the ground around him... the crowd in front of him parted, to reveal a copy of himself walking delicately through the rat bodies. As the copy got closer, Dankstar was able to make small differances seperating him and this unknown cat. A small speck of white here, a mangled ear there... Dankstar heard the small intake of breath from somewhere behind him as the cat became apparant to the other member's of ShadowClan.
"You fight admirably." The stranger's voice, like his eyes, were cold and hard, each word pronouced with a kind of vicious clarity. But Dankstar reeled back in shock as if this cat had hit him, but not with words; he had his accent!
"I see that you are well."
Dankstar stepped forward again, determined to stand up to this usurper, though the words he had just spoken had shocked him; it sounded as if this cat had known him for several years. "I am Dankstar, leader of ShadowClan." he spoke, meeting the cold, arragont gold gaze of his opponent. "Dankstar? Is that what you're called now?" the cat let out a peal of laughter, so harsh in the quietness. "Dankstar! And who am I?" the cat spoke in a mocking, jeering tone now, and Dankstar knew who he was, for his manner was so like his own... "You are my brother." There was silence as Dankstar proclaimed these words; everyone was shocked by this revelation, but his brother simply looked amused and arragont again. "Correct!" he mewed. "I am Dark Soul. Son of Crow Flight and Small Moon. Brother of Dank Heart and Black Sun. And you?" Dankstar felt tired, beaten- his past had come back to haunt him. "I am Dank Heart," he proclaimed. "Son of Crow Flight and Small Moon. Brother of Dark Soul and Black Sun. But I am also Dankstar, leader of ShadowClan." the last words' were spoke with ringi"I will wait, though, brother..."ng finality; his confidence restored, Dankstar glared triumphantly at his brother. Dark Soul's eyes narrowed. "Very well. I assume that that is your choice also?" Dankstar bowed his head. "It is." Dark Soul smiled pityingly. "Then I shall leave for now. It seems foolish to fight now that they know we are brothers." Dankstar said nothing, just continued to look into the gold eyes, so similar to his amber ones. Dark Soul continued. "I will wait as long as it takes... for you belong to a family as old as the hills itself, with an code of honor that is older still. I can see you are not prepared. But I will wait..." and with these words still hanging in the air, Dark Soul turned and vanished into the shadows. With a great squeaking and pattering, the rats who had fought followed, melting back into the shadows after their master as quick as they had come. Dankstar lowered him head, exhausted. Turning, and speaking to no one, he walked back into camp, straight into his den, and collapsed on his nest made of moss, staring at the side of the wall. For his brother would wait. And it sounded like he would even kill ShadowClan to get to himself, Dankstar, in the end.