Post by jetty on Jul 26, 2012 14:45:48 GMT -5
A beast lurked in the shadows, menacing and large, powerful, thick muscles rippling beneath sleek ebony fur. A slight growl escaped from the throat of the beast, it's sound sinister and foreboding. The foliage rippled and shook as the great form tugged it's large pelt free of the undergrowth and slipped out across the border, the foul smell of crowfood drifting upon the caressing warm air. The murkiest of white paws glided silently across the hard, compact ground as the great form drew out of the tremulous shadow and into the wavering light, eyes of molten gold glittering with malice.
In the light, the beast could be discerned as a male, powerfully built and massive in size. His pelt was jet black and rippled with power, laced and striped with ragged scars that arched across his flesh, evidence of former, fierce battle that would so obviously come to such a vicious looking tom. His wolf-like stature made the great feline even more dangerous looking then he already was, with his pronounced muzzle and powerful jaws, broad cheeks and ragged, sharp triangular ears. Blood trimmed the pink of his gums and crusted, dried, around his unsheathed, razor sharp claws that gleamed dully in the light, preventing them from being sheathed, which was just fine with him.
The monstrocity of a cat that stood with ivory, red speckled bared teeth and fangs was known as Jetstream, a fierce rogue known for his unmatched ferocity and power in combat. The powerful tom was brought to greatness by his equally feared parents, Abnormal and Sanguine, both massive in size and bearing similar markings of ebony and ivory as he himself. But both had been rogues. For to long, Jetstream had sought to be noticed more, even though his terrifying presence was already known enough to the rogues to make them flee should he come across any. Or to do his bidding. But Jetstream was an ambitious tom with ambitious thoughts and ambitious feelings. Power was what he wanted and it was something he would fight for.
So here he was, in the musty marshes of the dark and deceptive ShadowClan, piercing gaze scanning the thick foliage for signs of life that he could quickly berid of. Perhaps if he terrorized the clans enough, they would recognize his pwer and fear it as it should so rightfully be. Yes, Jetstream would like that, a bit of blood splattered upon his horrific, nightmarish frame should be just enough to send waves of terror throughout the marsh inhabiting felines. Perhaps, while he was here, he could even snatch a few lives fom the soft shells these warrior cats possessed.
In the light, the beast could be discerned as a male, powerfully built and massive in size. His pelt was jet black and rippled with power, laced and striped with ragged scars that arched across his flesh, evidence of former, fierce battle that would so obviously come to such a vicious looking tom. His wolf-like stature made the great feline even more dangerous looking then he already was, with his pronounced muzzle and powerful jaws, broad cheeks and ragged, sharp triangular ears. Blood trimmed the pink of his gums and crusted, dried, around his unsheathed, razor sharp claws that gleamed dully in the light, preventing them from being sheathed, which was just fine with him.
The monstrocity of a cat that stood with ivory, red speckled bared teeth and fangs was known as Jetstream, a fierce rogue known for his unmatched ferocity and power in combat. The powerful tom was brought to greatness by his equally feared parents, Abnormal and Sanguine, both massive in size and bearing similar markings of ebony and ivory as he himself. But both had been rogues. For to long, Jetstream had sought to be noticed more, even though his terrifying presence was already known enough to the rogues to make them flee should he come across any. Or to do his bidding. But Jetstream was an ambitious tom with ambitious thoughts and ambitious feelings. Power was what he wanted and it was something he would fight for.
So here he was, in the musty marshes of the dark and deceptive ShadowClan, piercing gaze scanning the thick foliage for signs of life that he could quickly berid of. Perhaps if he terrorized the clans enough, they would recognize his pwer and fear it as it should so rightfully be. Yes, Jetstream would like that, a bit of blood splattered upon his horrific, nightmarish frame should be just enough to send waves of terror throughout the marsh inhabiting felines. Perhaps, while he was here, he could even snatch a few lives fom the soft shells these warrior cats possessed.