darkSpyro

this will be about one of my main character's in my warriors rp, bloodstorm.

in the rp, bloodstorm his descrbed as a large tom with blood red fur and sapphire blue eyes.

but his clanmates don't know the secrets in his past and that he was not always the cat he was today.

before he got his warrior name, bloodstorm, he was called salik

the frist part of this story revolves around salik's parents
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a deep purple dusk settled over the snow-peaked mountains of the north. the forest held it's breath, all was silent. a big, gray she-cat stalked silently through the snow, bits of frozen ice in her claws. she could hear faint noises of men with their sledding dogs, but as she scented the air, she could tell they were far south. she was a true wildcat, proud and fierce. her mother, imiq, had taught her how to survive. she padded to a cliff, where the cold, north wind whipped through her fur. this was her territory, she chased out any intruders who dared to challenge her. with a flash of fangs and a glint of claws, her enemies would be lying in a pool of blood. she sucked in a breath of freezing winter air and exhaled. suddenly, her ears pricked and flattened low. she scented the air and smelt the husky smell of men, growing closer and closer. the barks of dogs told the she-cat that these men were sledders. the she-cat had seen many men traveling with dogs in her life and she stayed well clear of them. whenever one of the dogs tracked her down. she would leap at them with bared teeth and unshealthed claws. she never thought about having a mate, for wildcats exchanged very few words to each other. when they did, it was either a growl or a snarl or a brief hello. the she-cat smiled, shwoing her fangs. this was her life, and she was content with it.

PLEASE CONTINUE!


phoenixflame: yeah!

okay, last part for tonight
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the fur along the she-cat's mane began to bristle. this was her territory, she wouldn't let any man or dog pass in it. she began clawing at a nearby tree, indicating a set of deep claw marks. this was what wildcats did to show their territory and boundaries. glaring trhough slitted brown eyes, she slunk back into the undergrowth as the men and dogs appeared. the barking dogs approached, pulling the men on long ropes. glaring, the she-cat slunk into the bushes watching them. the men stopped. "billy, why don't we take a rest here?" a man with shaggy brown hair asked. "the dogs look awfully tired." "fine." the other man grunted. the shaggy-haired man untied his dogs and hammered a big stick into the ground. he tied his dog's ropes to the stick and then prepared a fire. "cold, huh?" the other man asked as he pryed open a can of food. "yes, it will be a hard night for the dogs." the other replied. the she-cat watched the dogs, she took no interest on the humans. she couldn't understand most of the human's language. she tried to make out what they were saying, but the only word she caught was 'cold'. "we should be getting to sleep." the shaggy man said. "very well." the other man grunted. they got sleeping bags out and crawled into them. soon, they were both asleep and the only life awake was the six dogs that were tied to the stick. with bared fangs, the she-cat licked her lips and prowled forward..

raventail: i hate twolegs.

phoenixflame: me too.

me: *takes out perse then whacks the humans*

thanks
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dawn was approaching, staining the sky with a dazzling gold sun, streaked with red. the men crawled out of their sleeping bags. "how mnay dogs we got left?" one of the asked. the other went to the dogs and counted them. "five." he responded. "five?!" the other one said. "we had six last night!" one of the men examined the rope that was untied. "must have run off." the other man looked at the dogs. "or, something ate it." he whispered. "no blood, must have dragged it off." "well, we should get going." the other man grunted. "wait what's that?!" the she-cat prowled out of the shadows. "never seen a wildcat as big as that!" one of the men exclaimed. "or color," the shaggy man responded. "i never seen a red wildcat before. looks almost cinnamon to me." the animal was certainly not cinnamon-colored. its coat was the true wildcat-coat. the dominant color was gray, and yet there was to it a faint reddish hue-a hue that was baffing, that appeared and disappeared, that was more like an illision of the vision, now grey, distinctively grey, and again giving hints and glints of a vague redness. "it's not a bit scared of you," the man laughed to the other. billy waved his hand at the she-cat threatingly and shouted loudly; but the animal betrayed no fear. the only change in it that the men could notice was an accesion of alertness. they were meat, and the wildcat was hungry; and it would like to go in and eat them if it dared. "we've got three bullets, henry," billy said to the other man. "but it's a dead shot. it got away with one of our dogs and we ought to put a stop to it, what'ya say?" he asked. henry nodded. billy catiously slipped the gun from under the sled-lashing. the gun was on his way to his shoulder, but it never got there, for in an instant the she-cat leaped sidewise from the trail into the clump of spruce trees and disappeared.

phoenixflame: COOL!


raventail:

me: is bloodstorm a girl?

No he's not!

I'm closing this story. The real story will be about Bloodstorm's father.

your closing it? 8C


oops. eh heh.

because, it didn't have a very good storyline to it.

the next one will be about bloodstorm's ancestors.

oh, okay.


wildfire! X3