Windpaw_FrostClan

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM WINDPAW of the great FrostClan Age 8 moons Gender Tom Rank Apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS CLOUD GRAY and my eyes are ice blue ScarsOne running up his front right leg-looks kind of like a jagged snake Appearance Windpaw's fur has the essence of a storm cloud; dark, perilous, and deathly. The base of his fur is an even darker shade of gray, and when he moves, it appears that a dark cloud is speeding past. The scar on his paw looks like snaking lightning that the cloud produces, and some say Windpaw made the scar himself to produce the effect, and Windpaw neither proves the rumor or denies it. His eyes look like the color of blue hail that rains from the cloud, and they seem to darken into a fierce sapphire when he becomes moody. His nose is a deep black that you might notice if his jaws are poised above your face. His fangs, which you see if he's biting you, are fairly sharp, but short, and are pearl-white, and they never stain, even when the blood leaking for your neck is caused by them. The red liquid only slides off onto his fur, which stains like red lightning on a monochrome twilight. His claws are cadet gray, with the tiny tint of blue hidden inside them. They are abnormally long and sharp, and are almost always extended into long, deadly points. His shoulder muscles are stronger than steel ropes, but are thin as wires. His back legs are less flexible than his cloudy wire-like shoulders, but are thicker and generally stronger. This combination allows him to run fast, jump high, and attack strong. Three deadly attributes that you don't want to mess with. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M DEADLY AND VILLAINOUS Personality Windpaw is a scourge who isn't just unafraid of murder, he loves it. He relishes the blood covering his paws, but he has the cunning to hide it so that no one but a fellow murderer could figure out. And there were two good murderers in FrostClan. Himself and his brother, Flamepaw. They two have created a two-cat mafia, one that always makes its mark and hits hard. They are never discovered, and if they are, which never happens, they 'strike down' the rumor before it reaches another cats' ears. He likes to let Flamepaw make most of the plans, and Windpaw is usually the one to get his claws bloody. Windpaw likes the last look in his opponent's face, and then watching it dissolve into the blank stare that accompanies death. He's an amazing fighter for an apprentice, and his long claws compare to that of Tigerstar. Some say the two murderers have a distant relation; in mind and in stature. Windpaw has no desire for friends, family, or a lover. He's a two-cat tom, and the other cat is Flamepaw, his partner in crime. At every Gathering he has or will ever go to, he stalks around the other Clans only to pry into their secrets and steal them for his own. He is loyal to no one except his brother, and would kill anyone getting in his way. In a battle, he first only evades attacks to learn about the enemy's attack style, then uses the weakness it creates against the enemy. Once they are down, he raises his claws and slices their neck open. He hides the body in a natural setting with his partner, and washes the blood from his paws; his least favorite part. Then, no more enemy. All in all, Windpaw is brutal, dark, and downright evil. Preferences Likes: Killing, blood spilling, learning deadly secrets about others, the Dark Forest/Place of No Stars. Dislikes: traitors, friendly cats, cats who are scared to fight or don't fight well, everyone who isn't Flamepaw or himself, charismatic cats, cats who are charismatic with Windpaw, StarClan. Secret Ambitions Ruler of everything and everyone with Flamepaw Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths: Fighting, courage, killing, bloodlust, cunning, intelligence, hiding the evidence, spying on others to learn their secrets. Weaknesses: Charisma, showing restraint. trying to be 'normal,' agility, evasiveness. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE ASHSKY AND NIGHTVINE Family Mother-Ashsky Father-Nightvine Brother-Flamepaw Brother-Redpaw-dead Event that Lead to being a Warrior It will probably be that he discovered some important secret about another Clan. History Windpaw was born into darkness next to his two brothers. Once his eyes did open, he only saw his mother and father fighting about him. They wanted a daughter for themselves. They had already had Redpaw and Flamepaw, and another son was the last thing on their mind. They were fighting with tooth and claw, shedding blood right onto their newborn son. Windpaw's eyes did not widen in horror; rather, they lowered into a scowl. Windpaw took the blood as a curse, that he should always fight like his parents had. But every blow he made would be one to kill. Windpaw soon realized that Flamepaw had a similar idea, and they became a murderous duo that could never be thwarted. Redpaw eventually found out that the killings of his Clanmates were not accidents, but were planned out by his two bloodthirsty brothers. When they were young apprentices, the two planned to kill their brother. Flamepaw came up with the plan, and Windpaw carried it out. Redpaw and Windpaw and some warriors were out on a hunting patrol. Windpaw told his brother to follow him to a 'secret hunting spot' by the river. When Redpaw looked in the river, Windpaw pushed him in and drowned him. Problem solved. Redpaw's body was hidden (presumably by Flamepaw) and a lie was created so that no one would suspect the two apprentices. Windpaw is prepared to do the same to you, so get out of his way! Sample RP Windpaw nodded gravely to Flamepaw. This would have to be done, and it would have to be done quickly. Redpaw knew of the murders, or at least the most recent one, and could not let that secret slip out to the rest of the Clan. Flamepaw couldn't have explained the plan any better than he had; Redpaw would be gone and 'in StarClan' with all the other fools by sunhigh. Windpaw took a deep breath, put on his best 'acting face,' and padded toward a warrior. "Hey, can Redpaw and I go on a lone hunting patrol? Windpaw asked mock innocently. "I think it would be a fun experience for both of us!" Windpaw shot a glance at his brother, with a kit's smile an a killer's bloodthirsty eyes. Redpaw's eyes widened and was about to speak out when the warrior nodded and pushed the two outside camp. Rather rudely, in fact, and Windpaw made a mental note to tell Flamepaw about this. Redpaw stared at him, horrified at what might happen to him, and Windpaw only looked back with an imitation of hurt on his face. "I know we haven't really bonded since, well, kithood, but I want to make amends right now," he meowed proudly. "Starting with this. I found a secret hunting spot that is loaded with prey. Come on, let's go!" Redpaw still seemed wary, so Windpaw pushed his brother toward the river. Just a bit more... Windpaw thought, darkness spreading through his mind like an outbreak of greencough. "I don't see anything, Windpa-" Redpaw started, but Windpaw didn't let him finish. "Look a bit deeper... Windpaw growled menacingly. The command caused Redpaw to raise his head in confusion. Windpaw moved to his brother's side slyly. "Just a bit...deeper..." Windpaw forced his brother's head into the river. Redpaw flailed and attempted to kick his brother away or scream; one or the other; and fell limp. For good measure, Windpaw hit his brother's skull with a rock, avoiding the spilling of blood from his limp brother, and tossed the surely unconscious body into the river. Face down. Windpaw looked to the distance, hoping that Flamepaw was in position to hide the body in a safe location. Windpaw turned his back on his floating corpse that was his brother Redpaw, and smiled darkly. No more problem. No more brother. But a simple price to pay for being one step closer to controlling the world. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

Accepted!