Post by Mally on Jun 25, 2014 19:35:44 GMT
"The Forest is Dark and full of Shadows."
Shades of Wraith Leader/Kingpin
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" 'Wαƨ вσяп α ƨαıпт, αпɔ шıтн ενεяч вяεαтн αпɔ ƨıп, I ƨтıʟʟ шαпт тσ вε - нσʟч."
Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ
Bᴀsɪᴄs
Name: Shiverstar
Aliases: Shiv, Shiver, Shibber
Other names:Shiverkit, Shiverpaw, Shiverheart
Aliases: Shiv, Shiver, Shibber
Other names:
-Prefix comes from the chills he had when he was born.
-Suffix comes from being a leader. -heart comes from his strong will.
Gender: Male
Age: 36 Moons
Scent: Smells sharp, like a cold night breeze.
Clan: Shades of Wraith
Birth Clan: None, born a rogue
Birth-place: Abandoned two-leg place
Rank: Shades of Wraith Leader
Previous Rank(s): Kit, Apprentice, LichenClan warrior, rogue
Previous Mentor: Vixenstrike, Sandferret
Apprentice: None
Previous Apprentice(s): Mushroompaw
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Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's Sɪᴅᴇ
Mother: Shinx
Aunt(s): Unkown
Uncle(s): Unkown
Niece(s): Unknown
Nephew(s): Unknown
Grandmother: Unknown
Great Grandmother: Unknown
Grandfather: Unknown
Great Grandfather: Unknown
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Father: Jack (unknown whether he's living or not - likely dead.)
Aunt(s): Betty
Uncle(s): None
Niece(s): Unknown
Nephew(s): Uknown
Grandmother: Unknown
Great Grandmother: Unknown
Grandfather: Unknown
Great Grandfather: Unknown
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Siblings: Tau (male) and Mila (female)
Batwhisper (BC, half-sister on father's side.)
Siblings: Tau (male) and Mila (female)
Batwhisper (BC, half-sister on father's side.)
Mate: Nidra
Previous Mate(s): None
Kits: Hummingbird
Crush(es): none
Previous Crush(es): Featherfrost
STATS
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Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ
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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Overall Personality: Dark.
Positive Traits: Paternal, merciful, intelligent, helpful.
Neutral Traits: Hard to trust, sympathetic, and unintentionally deceptive.
Negative Traits: "evil", not-caring, condescending.
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Body build: Large and burly
Fur Texture: Soft
Fur Length: Medium
Base Color: Black with tortie markings
Secondary Color: white
Markings: Tortie, half his body is black, half tortie
Scars: Large scar on his left flank, overall battle scars.
Eye Color: One blue, one green.
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WiP
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs
"Now we're enemies, huh. Well, you may be a little hard to kill off."
"Oh, you're dead. I am actually sad about that, you were a great cat."
Crowstar
"You and I are great enemies. You are a poor leader and deserve little respect for it. You are also an individual who deserves little respect. You may be easy to take care of."
"I am a little unnerved by you."
"Oh, you're dead too."
"You left me when I needed you. I dislike you for that."
"Alright, we're 'friends.' We're not enemies, I can tell you that, so long as you don't make you my enemy. I won't hurt you, Bearstrike, or Featherstep, if I can help it.."
"What's up with all these deaths?!"
Feathefrost
"I will always...always love you. When I saw you, you ripped me from the darkness and helped me see myself, even if it was only for a short time. I can only imagine what o- never mind..."
Mushroompaw
"You were my apprentice before I left the Clan, and I'm sorry for leaving you. I am not looking forward to the possibility of meeting you in battle."
"You little shit."
Hummingbird
"My baby, my first-born...Daddy will always love you, even if you hate daddy. My wish is one day you rule with me, bringing ShadowClan back, but it's likely the cats of LichenClan won't let that happen."
"Now you're older, you're my beautiful she-cat. You are worth more than the world to me."
Nidra
"I can see a frozen point in time, where we are together, and suddenly all the hateful things I've become are okay. Inside this fantasy, you are my ecstasy."
Briarpaw
"I really hope you grow up well, and rid yoursef of the trouble you're going through.
Kitty
"You have so much potential, just as an individual. Blossom!"
Voice
Eddard Stark from Game of Thrones (with less of an accent)
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
"Quick" summary of his life:
Kithood is easy. Easy when you've had a kithood like Shiver did, it's easy, comparatively.
Shiver was born on a leaf-fall night with a severe case of the chills. He was the largest of the kittens in the litter, and his chills seemed rather out of place. He shivered for days and nights after his birth, his little body trembling in rhythmic waves. It was bad enough his mother, Shinx, waited to name him, to give him a chance to die first. Shiver was chosen as the name for the odd-looking chimera tom. His father hardly even believed his eyes...a tortoiseshell, chimera, tom! Alas, it was what it was, and the rarity of the kit did not make him want to stay any more.
When Shiver was five moons, his mother was taken down by the same case of chills as he had when he was a kit...only hers was so severe, her shivers hurt. Shivering...it hurt her. This melodramatic thought pained Shiver as his aunt searched for him in the night, to take him and raise him. But, she never did find him, and who did would be one of his greatest enemies.
LichenClan.
He was found at five and a half moons by a LichenClan warrior and brought to their camp. He never did disclose his age, and he was large, so the assumption was that he was old enough to be an apprentice. He was to be trained by Vixenstrike.
When the she-cat left the Clan, Shiverpaw felt abandoned, again. It was a simple, and very natural thought. Vixenstrike had left for another Clan. This was about the time when things started to get dark in his life as well, as the shadows around him started to move.
Out of the corner of his eye, he would see something move. Upon looking, there would be nothing. This made him grow paranoid, and afraid as a young tom. He was petrified of the things they would say to him, though he never told just what. Those things ranged from them telling him of his future as a Dark Forest kingpin to them telling him to kill cats.
But, he trained, and grew and tried to be the best he could. Being trained by Sandferret, she was let into his life a little more than most other cats. She saw, first hand, the effect of the Dark Forest on him. It was after one training session with another apprentice, who was also visited by the Dark Forest, that Sandferret truly saw the extent of the problem. Shiverpaw had a terrible lapse into the darkness...and saw it all.
She told Crowstar, and from this point, he was always suspicious of the young Shiverpaw. Despite this, Shiverpaw was made to be Shiverheart, a warrior of LichenClan. But, the Dark Forest's torments only got worse.
It was one day after Hummingkit had been born that he was exiled.
Shiverstar hardly even remembers what happened that day, but somehow, it ended with him leaving. The only reason he hadn't attacked Sandferret was because Hummingkit was there.
A little while later, he saw the crazed Nettleberry in LichenClan camp. A fight broke out, and Shiverheart leaped in to help get the rogue out. This did not put him on the list of good cats for Crowstar...but, not like he was anyways.
Moons passed. The tale that happened in that time is for another time. Shiverheart returned as Shiverstar, and gathered rogues together. His beloved Nidra is now carrying his kits, and he is Shiverstar of the Shades of Wraith...and it's only to go from there.
Detailed tales:
(WIP)
POETRY, TALES, AND THE LIKE
I've written quite a few things in the perspective of Shiverheart. I really love his character, he's a huge reflection of who I am deep inside in so many ways.
Protected by the Night
In the dappled moonlight glides the night moth,
o'er some glittering pond.
There is my little shadow,
dear one, so fond.
Hush now you hooting owl,
and feel how softly the shadows creep,
silent in this summer's eve,
sleep, little shadow, sleep.
Can you hear...
The cries across the woodland.
their sound so sweet and clear;
they roll across the meadows and scream for you, my dear.
Small crickets crick along,
adding chorus to the chilling song.
So slumber on, little shadowy one,
Safe, where naught is wrong.
You whisper me sweet nothings and bring the night to me,
For when the long day is done,
And deep night's shade has finally come,
It will consume me so peacefully,
And your role, played out, will be done.
So sleep on softly, O beloved Shadow,
Take with you all our dreams,
To rest caressed, in noontide valleys,
Hidden from ancient, silent streams.
Our Story
Through the forest I'll walk alone, for this shall be my truest plight.
None will know my malcontent, devoid of laughter and of light.
I shall endure this now and forever after, every hour, day and night.
I am different from you all, I am dark and I am sad.
In such a unique way, I lost all the happiness that I had,
Slowly, differently, as I'd gradually gone ad.
Knowing this however I will continue on,
In a quest to sing my forlorn song.
It is nothing I can avoid, sadness has come while happiness has gone.
Fear, anger, pain, and grief.
Are only words, yet they beget relief.
Find the solution buried, under your own disbelief
Is your hope imprisoned, my solemn, doubting friend?
Forget me now, and be free once again.
O'er this ocean of solitude, a rescue none shall send
Underneath the stars I'll wander, without comfort and without rest.
Though I will wait patiently, elated I will face this test.
Think not of me as I do what I do, for this, I hope is th best.
This suffering's my burden, alone I will endure,
For you to know nothing of this, I will ensure,
For the dark, it is my greatest allure.
The moon will rise, pale in it's glory, to bring an end to this, our story.
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Protected by the Night
In the dappled moonlight glides the night moth,
o'er some glittering pond.
There is my little shadow,
dear one, so fond.
Hush now you hooting owl,
and feel how softly the shadows creep,
silent in this summer's eve,
sleep, little shadow, sleep.
Can you hear...
The cries across the woodland.
their sound so sweet and clear;
they roll across the meadows and scream for you, my dear.
Small crickets crick along,
adding chorus to the chilling song.
So slumber on, little shadowy one,
Safe, where naught is wrong.
You whisper me sweet nothings and bring the night to me,
For when the long day is done,
And deep night's shade has finally come,
It will consume me so peacefully,
And your role, played out, will be done.
So sleep on softly, O beloved Shadow,
Take with you all our dreams,
To rest caressed, in noontide valleys,
Hidden from ancient, silent streams.
Our Story
Through the forest I'll walk alone, for this shall be my truest plight.
None will know my malcontent, devoid of laughter and of light.
I shall endure this now and forever after, every hour, day and night.
I am different from you all, I am dark and I am sad.
In such a unique way, I lost all the happiness that I had,
Slowly, differently, as I'd gradually gone ad.
Knowing this however I will continue on,
In a quest to sing my forlorn song.
It is nothing I can avoid, sadness has come while happiness has gone.
Fear, anger, pain, and grief.
Are only words, yet they beget relief.
Find the solution buried, under your own disbelief
Is your hope imprisoned, my solemn, doubting friend?
Forget me now, and be free once again.
O'er this ocean of solitude, a rescue none shall send
Underneath the stars I'll wander, without comfort and without rest.
Though I will wait patiently, elated I will face this test.
Think not of me as I do what I do, for this, I hope is th best.
This suffering's my burden, alone I will endure,
For you to know nothing of this, I will ensure,
For the dark, it is my greatest allure.
The moon will rise, pale in it's glory, to bring an end to this, our story.
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!!Explanation!!
Shiverstar's darkness isn't who he is. He was a mere immature apprentice when he was 'possessed.' Therefore, that side of him never got a chance to mature. Sometimes, the small, scared, and used side of him that was Shiverpaw and some of Shiverheart will come out and show who he really is. However, at the same time he could show great maturity while not being "evil." How? This was both sides together, the darkness and the lightness, merging together to be a father, a lover, a caregiver, and a truly great cat.
Shiverstar's darkness isn't who he is. He was a mere immature apprentice when he was 'possessed.' Therefore, that side of him never got a chance to mature. Sometimes, the small, scared, and used side of him that was Shiverpaw and some of Shiverheart will come out and show who he really is. However, at the same time he could show great maturity while not being "evil." How? This was both sides together, the darkness and the lightness, merging together to be a father, a lover, a caregiver, and a truly great cat.
