Post by Blade on Nov 29, 2009 8:39:47 GMT -8
Name: Gorse
Allegiance: Bloodclan
Position: deputy
Gender: she-cat
Age: 28 moons
Physical Description: Gorse is a pretty young she-cat. Her pelt is pale brown, almost tan in color. It is short and thick, glossy from constant grooming. She has a ticked tabby pattern, meaning she has a thick band of darker brown running along her spine. It then fans out to form an almost brindle like pattern, the brown fading sporadicly into the tan. She has dark bands running up all four of her limbs, though only three paws are white. Her left hind paw is the same dark brown as the bands. Her eyes are wide and ginger in color. As old philosophers said 'the eyes are the gate way to the soul', and Gorse's soul is malignant to the core. Her eyes burn with constant fire, waiting for the next splash of blood to cool them. As a high ranking official, she holds her own collar of trophies. Her collar is black, and tight around her neck, thanks to the horrid twoleg she had enticed into putting it on her.
The Good: Gorse is brave and loyal. Though some may think that loyalty is misplaced. Some cats are in bloodclan for themselves, some cats are there out of fear or necessity. Gorse is there out of pure loyalty to Scourge and his way of seeing life. She is a brilliant fighter, her small frame much like Scourge's is fast and lethal. She is swift to act, though this could be bad considering she doesn't think to many things threw. Gorse has the charm of a snake. Wooing cats into a sense of truth, or justice. It comes in handy when recruiting. It got the inch worm Jaggedtooth on there side in an instant, though he didn't need much coaxing...
The Bad: She isn't exactly what you would call 'intelligent'. Perhaps this is why Scourge picked her as the new deputy when Bone was killed. Gorse is fast to accuse and fast to persecute. Her claws are almost always unsheathed, and cats fear her for it. Gorse has a nasty temper,a and is extremely paranoid when it comes to trusting her clan mates. One lick of evidence says your not loyal to her, or Scourge, and she'll be at your throat. Gorse is harsh in her judgment, and cold and precise in carrying out the penalty's. Despite her lack of smarts, she is a crucial part of any battle plan. Scourge could play off her sense of persecution to hype his clan up.
History: (( using a random Sene to show off her 'bad' traits; also this in back n twoleg place, so Bone is still alive and Gorse is a high guard))
Scourge's dump was glowing with an eerie light. The glinting eyes of feline Shapes flashed in threw the darkening area, the garbage sending disturbing shadows out across the dirt. Slowly ever so slowly cats began to emerge. Few and far between, at first, they began to settle in a ragged circle about a rather large tower of twoleg trash. There pelts where ruffled and disgusting, matted to there skin like filthy rats. There eyes were wide with fearful curiosity. Why had they been called here, on such a night. Secretly they all knew. There leader was here to punish a sinner. To show them that he was still in charge.
Slowly ever so slowly the ragged circle became thick with quivering body's. Tabby pelts mingling with calico's. Brown slipping into ginger diffusing into cream. Finally as the twoleg's lamps turned on, illuminating the trash heap in an almost terrifying way, a cat appeared. Her long claws clinked against rubble as she wormed about the trash pile. Her tan pelt rippled with hatred, ginger eyes echoing the longing for revenge burning in those cruel claws. The street lamp reflected off her brindle pelt, gleaming on the ends of teeth,lodged so meticulously into her black kittypet collar. Gorse snarled, yellowing teeth revealed. Behind her limped a dusty cream tom cat. his green eyes where sick with fear and abandonment.
The guard before him kicked him into position. Gorse shoved him ruefully forward until the tom huddled in a single beam of light directly before the trash heap. Directly before the throne. A small shape crested the top, it's black pelt illuminated by the lamp. He was the leader. This tiny cat that would so easily claw the cream cat apart. Gorse smirked, her brown lips pulling up into a cruel grin. Her eyes remained on Scourge as the small cat crouched, a much bulkier shape appearing beside him. "What do you think Bone?" the high piercing voice sneered. "How should we dispose of this traitor?" Bone twitched, his long claws sliding out. "Why don't we let blooclan decide?" he mewed gruffly, amber eyes lit with cruel curiosity.
Shock traveled threw the group behind Gorse, whom shot a disbelieving glance over her shoulder. "Your leader gives you such a beautiful chance to decide for yourselves and you drop it?" she jeered, claws ripping into the dirt. Gorse locked her ginger eyes on the prisoner before her. He was weak, his pelt clinging to him like he had just been dunked n the river. She could see every single one of his bones. So easily broken.. So easily maimed. Gorse snarled, no pity welled up in her. She did not reserve such traitorous emotions. Gorse lifted her chin, spreading her jaws wide. "Rip 'um to shreds! No traitors deserve to live! Your either with bloodclan, or your dead" she yowled, fierce loyalty blazing in her voice.
Scourge stared down at her, his icy blue gaze emotionless for one long moment. A cruel smile stretched up across his otherwise expressionless face. "Very well" he mewed, his high voice grating painfully in Gorse's ears. Scourge stood, his head only just reaching Bone's shoulder. "What is your name, Guard" he demanded, eyes stretched wide with false curiosity. Gorse fell for it, her tabby pelt lifting with pride. "Gorse" she mewed, her voice almost breaking in her excitement. Scourge's smile tightened, cold amusement etched on his face. "You have spoken, young one. I give you permission to punish him as you see fit" he sneered, claws grating across metal ruble under his small paws.
Gorse whipped about, needing no other prompting. The cream tom staggered to his paws. "Please!" he gasped, fear taking over. "please reconsider!" Gorse snarled, her own instincts kicking in. As this cat knew he would die, so she knew she would kill him. "I hold no pity for traitors" she growled, claws cutting once more against the dirt, before she lept. Jaws parted and paws flung forward to end this horrid abomination's life.
Other:that history was crapily written D:
Allegiance: Bloodclan
Position: deputy
Gender: she-cat
Age: 28 moons
Physical Description: Gorse is a pretty young she-cat. Her pelt is pale brown, almost tan in color. It is short and thick, glossy from constant grooming. She has a ticked tabby pattern, meaning she has a thick band of darker brown running along her spine. It then fans out to form an almost brindle like pattern, the brown fading sporadicly into the tan. She has dark bands running up all four of her limbs, though only three paws are white. Her left hind paw is the same dark brown as the bands. Her eyes are wide and ginger in color. As old philosophers said 'the eyes are the gate way to the soul', and Gorse's soul is malignant to the core. Her eyes burn with constant fire, waiting for the next splash of blood to cool them. As a high ranking official, she holds her own collar of trophies. Her collar is black, and tight around her neck, thanks to the horrid twoleg she had enticed into putting it on her.
The Good: Gorse is brave and loyal. Though some may think that loyalty is misplaced. Some cats are in bloodclan for themselves, some cats are there out of fear or necessity. Gorse is there out of pure loyalty to Scourge and his way of seeing life. She is a brilliant fighter, her small frame much like Scourge's is fast and lethal. She is swift to act, though this could be bad considering she doesn't think to many things threw. Gorse has the charm of a snake. Wooing cats into a sense of truth, or justice. It comes in handy when recruiting. It got the inch worm Jaggedtooth on there side in an instant, though he didn't need much coaxing...
The Bad: She isn't exactly what you would call 'intelligent'. Perhaps this is why Scourge picked her as the new deputy when Bone was killed. Gorse is fast to accuse and fast to persecute. Her claws are almost always unsheathed, and cats fear her for it. Gorse has a nasty temper,a and is extremely paranoid when it comes to trusting her clan mates. One lick of evidence says your not loyal to her, or Scourge, and she'll be at your throat. Gorse is harsh in her judgment, and cold and precise in carrying out the penalty's. Despite her lack of smarts, she is a crucial part of any battle plan. Scourge could play off her sense of persecution to hype his clan up.
History: (( using a random Sene to show off her 'bad' traits; also this in back n twoleg place, so Bone is still alive and Gorse is a high guard))
Scourge's dump was glowing with an eerie light. The glinting eyes of feline Shapes flashed in threw the darkening area, the garbage sending disturbing shadows out across the dirt. Slowly ever so slowly cats began to emerge. Few and far between, at first, they began to settle in a ragged circle about a rather large tower of twoleg trash. There pelts where ruffled and disgusting, matted to there skin like filthy rats. There eyes were wide with fearful curiosity. Why had they been called here, on such a night. Secretly they all knew. There leader was here to punish a sinner. To show them that he was still in charge.
Slowly ever so slowly the ragged circle became thick with quivering body's. Tabby pelts mingling with calico's. Brown slipping into ginger diffusing into cream. Finally as the twoleg's lamps turned on, illuminating the trash heap in an almost terrifying way, a cat appeared. Her long claws clinked against rubble as she wormed about the trash pile. Her tan pelt rippled with hatred, ginger eyes echoing the longing for revenge burning in those cruel claws. The street lamp reflected off her brindle pelt, gleaming on the ends of teeth,lodged so meticulously into her black kittypet collar. Gorse snarled, yellowing teeth revealed. Behind her limped a dusty cream tom cat. his green eyes where sick with fear and abandonment.
The guard before him kicked him into position. Gorse shoved him ruefully forward until the tom huddled in a single beam of light directly before the trash heap. Directly before the throne. A small shape crested the top, it's black pelt illuminated by the lamp. He was the leader. This tiny cat that would so easily claw the cream cat apart. Gorse smirked, her brown lips pulling up into a cruel grin. Her eyes remained on Scourge as the small cat crouched, a much bulkier shape appearing beside him. "What do you think Bone?" the high piercing voice sneered. "How should we dispose of this traitor?" Bone twitched, his long claws sliding out. "Why don't we let blooclan decide?" he mewed gruffly, amber eyes lit with cruel curiosity.
Shock traveled threw the group behind Gorse, whom shot a disbelieving glance over her shoulder. "Your leader gives you such a beautiful chance to decide for yourselves and you drop it?" she jeered, claws ripping into the dirt. Gorse locked her ginger eyes on the prisoner before her. He was weak, his pelt clinging to him like he had just been dunked n the river. She could see every single one of his bones. So easily broken.. So easily maimed. Gorse snarled, no pity welled up in her. She did not reserve such traitorous emotions. Gorse lifted her chin, spreading her jaws wide. "Rip 'um to shreds! No traitors deserve to live! Your either with bloodclan, or your dead" she yowled, fierce loyalty blazing in her voice.
Scourge stared down at her, his icy blue gaze emotionless for one long moment. A cruel smile stretched up across his otherwise expressionless face. "Very well" he mewed, his high voice grating painfully in Gorse's ears. Scourge stood, his head only just reaching Bone's shoulder. "What is your name, Guard" he demanded, eyes stretched wide with false curiosity. Gorse fell for it, her tabby pelt lifting with pride. "Gorse" she mewed, her voice almost breaking in her excitement. Scourge's smile tightened, cold amusement etched on his face. "You have spoken, young one. I give you permission to punish him as you see fit" he sneered, claws grating across metal ruble under his small paws.
Gorse whipped about, needing no other prompting. The cream tom staggered to his paws. "Please!" he gasped, fear taking over. "please reconsider!" Gorse snarled, her own instincts kicking in. As this cat knew he would die, so she knew she would kill him. "I hold no pity for traitors" she growled, claws cutting once more against the dirt, before she lept. Jaws parted and paws flung forward to end this horrid abomination's life.
Other:that history was crapily written D:
