Post by Deathbringer on Jul 24, 2013 18:45:41 GMT
.:Basic Information:.
Current Name: Deathbringer
Past Name(s): Deathkit, Deathpaw, Deathstar
Gender: Tom (Male)
Current Rank: Rogue
Desired Rank: Rogue
Past Rank(s): Kit, Apprentice, Leader
Hour-Glass: 22 Moons
Currently teaching: No Apprentice
Theme song(s):
Deaths lesson of how to be a heart breaker x'D :
The song Bloodsipper (Death's adoptive mother) sang to him as a kit:
Death's song to Lenore:
His Song for Ebonyshadow:
.:Love Life:.
Currently Soul-bounded to: None
Past Soul-bounded to: None
Currently has eyes for: .... He isn't too sure anymore.
Used to have eyes for: Ravinepaw, Lightpaw(D), Bravepaw(D)
Never had eyes for, but went for anyways: Featherheart(D)
Heart broken by: None
.:Family Details:.
Biological Mother: Sharpfang(D)
Adoptive Mother: Bloodsipper(D)
Biological Father: Unknown (Rogue)
Adoptive Father: None
Biological Sister(s): Mudkit(D) and Fangkit(D)
Step-Sister(s): None
Biological Brother(s): Crushedkit(D) and Killedkit (D)
Other Relative(s): None
.:Skills:.
Fighting: Very skilled. He is better at Fighting then any other Skill.
Swimming: Not the greatest. Rather Slow. His weakest point.
Hunting: He is alright, he can survive as a Rogue and feed himself well. But he can also go a long period of time without eating.
Climbing: He is alright with Climbing. He can climb well, and can get high up in tree's if he so desires.
Running: He is very fast due to large muscles in his legs from all the training and fighting he has done in his life. However, he is heavy so he can't be that silent when running.
.:History:.
Death was born into the clan of DeathClan. His mother Sharpfang, was doomed to be killed before he was even born, as she had betrayed her Clan by falling pregnant with a Rogue that had been stealing her Clans food. She protested that he didn't only steal there food, but also her heart. The leader of DeathClan, Bloodsipper, would have killed Sharpfang when she was pregnant, but she was convinced that the 'chosen one' with a pure evil heart would be in that litter. As she was unable to have her own kits she would raise that one as her own. All in her clan knew she was very insane and had lost all strings of sanity a long time ago, so they didn't question her, they just let her get on with it. Bloodsipper earned her name by eating her victims alive and drinking there blood by pouring it into a leaf first. She was crazy insane and very very dangerous. She didn't trust anyone and was constantly killing cats from her Clan who she simply didn't like.
When Sharpfang had birthed her kits, she wasn't aloud to name them. Bloodsipper said that /she/ will name them before killing them, when /she/ chooses the chosen one. Sharpfang nursed her unnamed kits for a few weeks, but one thing stood out to her... One of her kits, the most muscular one, would claw at her stomach whenever he fed. Causing her intense pain, but she let him as she wanted him to eat and stay alive yet it worried her.. however it was too late. When she decided to see the med cat he announced that she had a deep infection and may pass if she is too weak to fight it.. She was.. and she died a few hours later. That was when Bloodsipper tore a bit of flesh from Sharpfang and kept it in her den for the chosen kit once he or she was old enough to eat solids. Yes, she was going to feed it to the kit she chooses.
The kits were 1 1/2 moons when Sharp passed away, It was that age of which the kits would be able to survive from artificial milk that the med cat made for them. So they all stayed healthy. It was also the age Bloodsipper decided to choose her kitten. She carefully scanned the kits. Five kits to pick from.
She grasped the first kitten. It was a mud covered, weak and skinny looking she-kit. She announced its name 'Mudkit' as it was worth nothing but the dirt on its fur. She then proceeded to slice down the kits stomic, ripping its small organs out of its body and letting it die in her arms. She then threw it into the kill pile for her Clan to eat.
That's when she looked at the second kit. A strong, healthy looking male. All her clan were sure she would pick him. She looked him up ad down, before grasping him and slamming her paw down on his skull, braking it in pieces as brain and blood splashed everywhere. "His skull was too weak. He will be named Crushedkit for his easy to crush skull." She picked up the remaining pieces of the kits now unrecognisable head and threw them, along with the body, into the kill pile.
The third kit was a average male kitten. She bit down on his neck, crushing his windpipe to a pulp and muttered "I simply didn't think this one was good enough. His name will be Killedkit, as I killed him and I can't be bothered to think of anything else." She hissed disrespectfully before throwing him into the pile too.
The forth kit was a pretty little she-kit that looked, unfortunately, a lot like her mother. Bloodsipper hated Sharpfang, thus she hated this kit too. It reminded her of Sharp. She smirked and placed the kit into the prison den. "She will be named Fangkit, for her unbearable resemblance of her mother. She will not be fed, and will starve to death in that den."
The last kitten was a dark, muscular kitten. His piercing red eyes distracted Bloodsipper. She stared into his eyes for a few good minutes, before picking him up quickly and holding him for all her Clan to see. "THIS is the chosen one. He will be your heir to the leadership of DeathClan! And in memory of this, his name shall be Deathkit!"
The Clan feared her insanity for what she did to the rest of the kittens. It seems she had gone completely and utterly insane. They feared of what will become of that poor kitten she had chosen. Deathkit, the adopted son of Bloodsipper. The heir to leadership of DeathClan. That will be his title for the rest of his life... Or so they thought.
As Death finely reached the age of just over 2 moons, he was able to eat his first taste of Solid food. Bloodsipper grabbed the flesh she had taken from Sharpfangs cold, lifeless body and handed it to Death. Death didn't know it was the flesh of his dead mother, all he knew was it looked pretty rotten. None the less, he tucked into it and ate it all. He then licked the old, rotten blood from his maw and looked at Bloodsipper. Bloodsipper was so very proud, as he had ate the flesh without question. Her love and trust towards him was growing ever so much, He was the first cat in Bloodsipper's life that she had trusted with her friendship and love. That's why she knew he was the right one. She continued raising him in a evil, twisted way. Slowly carving his mind into the physco, insane and bloodthirsty one he possesses now. She would sing a lullaby to him as he slept, and wouldn't protect him from the dangerous around him, forcing him to learn how to protect himself at a early age of 3 moons.
It was at 3 moons that she let him go out of Camp with whom ever he desired to play with. Death was automatically a very popular kitten, as he was the future leader of the Clan, all the other kits mothers and fathers begged there kittens to like him for they feared what Bloodsipper would do to them if she found out that there kitten didn't like Death.
So, as Death was getting rather popular with the kittens, and he already had a sick, twisted mind, he started developing a keen interest in all the she-kits, That was when he developed a strange feeling and started biting his bottom lip whenever he thought dirty. That didn't effect anything but his mind even more. He developed a rather Perverted mind at a very, very young age. None the less, this didn't show until a few moons later. At this time in his life, all he was that interested in doing was killing.
As the moons went by (He was now just over 4 moons old), Death decided it was about time he used his 'aloud out of camp' thing to his advantage. He collected all the kittens in the Clan, well, all apart from one who he noticed accepted more then the others. A young she-kit called Ebonykit. He took the rest and went out on a mini-hide and seek adventure. They were never found. Death returned to the Clan covered in blood, but Bloodsipper collected him up and took him to her den before all the Clan could see his pelt, cleaning it off for him. She protested that it wasn't Death who murdered the kittens, and for all she knew they could still be alive. Some believed that, yet a lot of others didn't. Some even claimed to have seen Death come in with a blood stained pelt and they knew it was him. Yet there was nothing they could do about it...
It was at 5 moons that Blood started training Death. The Clan thought it was crazy and dangerous to teach a cat those skills at such a young age. But Blood thought, no, knew that Death was ready. Death didn't start of all that well, but he slowly began to pick up in his Fighting skills. He didn't do well in any other skill, only Fighting. This worried Blood. Had she picked the wrong kitten after all? Was all this kit good at fighting..? She then forced him to train and train and train until he was atleast half good at the things she expected him to be great at. Hunting, Swimmng, Climbing.. anything! She was angry that he was only good at Fighting, that wouldn't aid him at all if he gets into bother with two legs or anything.
So she pushed him to his max, possibly alittle over his max. It paid off, however, as he began getting better at those Skills, yet he was superb at Fighting. He could take down a cat tripple his size at the tender age of 7 moons. He still wasn't great at the other skills, but he was good enough to survive.
A moon later (8 Moons old) it was late at night, when Blood decided to take a night time stroll with her beloved Son whom she loved, and who loved her too. Or so she thought. She was discussing his future with him and how he would rule over her Clan much like she rules over it now. That was when Death took when down a route he had previously went down. There was a suspiciously dug hole near the path they walked down. That was when Death slipped around her, and pushed her into the deep, deep hole. He heard the snapping of her legs as the hit the bottom of the hole and her screams of agony sent chills up his spine. He smirked, and looked into the hole only to see Bloods bleeding, broken spirited body and her pleading eyes. Wondering why he had done such a thing. "W-Why..? My.. My son.. I.. I trusted you.. I.. I trusted.." She said, her tears mixing in with her blood as it trickled down her face. "How pathetic.. How stupid.. How very silly of you, Blood. You taught me not to trust. You taught me not to love.. Yet you loved me.. You trusted me.. Why? Why would you fall so low into emotions? Don't you know.. Pain, lust and hate is the only emotions you should feel, Blood." Death muttered in a deep, eerie voice before piercing the air with a sickening, physco laugh. He then smirked at his adoptive mother. "Good bye, Bloodsipper.." He then proceeded to bury her alive, and made his way back to the Clan. Not a drop of blood on himself, No evidence to prove he was the murderer.
The Clan sent out search parties, desperately looking for there Leader. However, she was never found. There was only one thing to do, even though the Clan hated Death so very much, they crowned him Leader of the Clan. He became Deathstar at the age of 8 moons. As moons past, the word was spreading that Death was a mass-murderer and was feared by all around that area. No Clan dared to intrude into his territory, No Rogue dare to seal from his kill pile, No kit dared to go out of his Camp. Everything and Everyone feared him. Cats who hadn't even seen him, feared him. Simply from the things they had heared about him. He became a living nightmare.. That was until his Clan teamed up with three others and chased him out the Territory. He was all alone, to fight them, apart from a good friend who admired his ways. Ebonypaw. She joined him in battle and together they killed a good few cats in battle, but there was no way they could take down three large Clans by thereselves. So Death was forced to be decrowned, and Ebony was banished for helping him. Dooming both of them to Rogue life.
That was when he learned how to Hunt a lot better, as his life depended on it. As he never earned his warrior name, he used the name every cat called him. Deathbringer.. For where ever he went, Cats that would come into that land and Cats that lived near there, would mysteriously go missing or be killed right infront of there Clans eyes. Death grew tired of trailing around the same forest, Same Clans, Same cats.. so he moved on to another forest. However, Ebony wasn't very pleased of how he was running the place, of how he was running there small little partnership. This ended up in a big fight between the two, where they both parted ways. Deaths journey began again, this time, on his own.
In this new forest, hardly any cat had heard of him. He was there to start a new life. That was when he joined a Clan called 'SpiritClan'. Within that Clan, he didn't fit in very well. As they all worshipped StarClan very dearly and there wasn't a day that went by that they hadn't prayed to them. Death didn't really think about StarClan much, so he didn't get involved with the prays much. There was a she-cat that took a fancy to him in that Clan. She was a 14 moon old cat, the same age as Death. She used to follow him around /EVERYWHERE/ and never left his side. She was called Featherheart. He found it extremely annoying, so he ignored her most the time. That was until he realised, if he said he loved her, maybe she would leave him alone. Mabye it was chasing him that she liked. So he told her he loved her and one thing led to another.
A moon later, Featherheart announced to Death that she was going to birth his kits. This sent Death on a rage full killing spree, He killed Featherheart and her unborn kits, leading him to be banished from that Clan too. However, A apprentice had fallen for him without him noticing. That apprentice was called Lightpaw. She was the trainy-med cat. She left that Clan with him, and he found her attractive. He just didn't like her personality. So he murdered her too, while she was sleeping, easily and calmly. He carried on his journey to find another Clan, but to no avail. That's when he stumbled apon another Clan Camp. He went in to steal some food. When he spotted a very attractive apprentice. It was around this time he noticed he only found apprentice aged cats attractive, and made his move on the apprentice. He snuck in to see her everyday. Her name was Bravepaw, and they would have had a great relationship if it wasn't for her father finding out about Death. One cold night, Death went out to see Bravepaw as he normally does, but when he arrived, Brave told him to run and that it was a trap. If there is one thing you should know about Death its he doesn't run from Fights. So he stood his ground, and Brave's father lept out on him, they began fighting viciously. Brave's father was quite the fighter, and left Death with a lot of wounds. Luckily, not that big of wounds, only small ones, so he would recover without treatment. Or so he thought. The battle carried on for a good few hours, until Death eventually killed Brave's father. Brave was heart broken, and couldn't believe what Death had done. Death said that nothing would come between them, and if he couldn't have her, no one could.
That was when he left that territory, with the head of his lover. He hung her head on the tree around border of that territory, marking that he had already been there.
As he stumbled apon a new territory, the Clan welcomed him into there arms with a warm heart. Little did they know about him or his past. He was silent and kept out the way most the time, until he was given a apprentice. His apprentice was a young, gorgeous she-cat called Ravinepaw. He adored her, more then he had any other she-cat. He actually felt something for her. They grew together more and more as the days went by and the trained more. Until she became a warrior and was separated from Death. Death lost interest in her, as she was a warrior now, not a apprentice. He still loved her, just.. wasn't as interested, so he gave her a firm good bye, and set on his way again. She was the only lover he had kept alive in his whole life. That just proved how much he liked her.
As he kept on his journey, it was clear to him that no matter what he tries, Clan life just wasn't his thing. So he now stays away from Clans, fending for himself and trying to stay out of bother.. Well, ok, maybe not stay out of bother, but he doesn't purposely go out trying to kill cats anymore. He only kills if he feels like it or is bothered.
It was late one night when he was just laying on a rock at shore, when he scented fish blood. Fresh fish blood. So he went to investigate. That was when he saw a young she-cat. She was so.. perfect. Yet he didn't show his feelings very well, as his sick perverted mind only thought dirty about her. She was the only one that made him bite his lip every time he thought of her. One could say he fell in love for a second time. All he knows now is that he wants her and he wants her now.
He was spending a day with her. He learnt her name, Lenore. He noticed she was very skilled and had just a twisted mind as he did. He planned they would have a great future together, even if he was 12 moons older then her. Just as he was about to talk to her again, something interrupted him. His nostrils flared, his hair stood up on end. Then a familiar voice, but a much matured version. He glared in the direction, only for his eyes to land apon.. Ebony. Ebonypaw, or as she was now called, Ebonyshadow. Lenore went over and sniffed her while Death was insulted by her over and over again. She was being very, very snarky towards him. Lenore announced that Ebony was now a RiverClan cat. She could tell. Lenore then watched the two. It was clear that they knew each other. Death carried on trying to push past all the horrible things Ebony was spitting at him, but his short explosive temper was boiling up inside him. He then, almost out of no where, pounced and slammed Ebony against the ground, slashing her across her pretty face. Scarring her very badly. That was when Ebony ran off, and Death returned back to his rock.
A few days later, Death was just chilling on his Rock. He hadn't spoke to anyone for those days, as Lenore had gone missing again. As she does so often. He wondered what she does while away, as she leaves for a long time and stays only a few hours a day. He was just looking out into the ocean near his rock, when he heard sniggering and bickering from behind him. He turned to look. No one was there. So he carried on looking forward. Then a few minutes later, he heard it again. Sniggering, whispering. This time it was closer. He reacted quickly, jumping up, claws unsheathed. That's when his vision landed on Ebony trying to sneak up behind him. She looked pretty pissed. He frowned at her and told her that if she wants to sneak, she needs to stop talking to herself.
It was after that when Ebony told him he was a sick, perverted and paedophile for liking Lenore. Even if that was true, He could tell she was jealous. It was then that one thing led to another and Ebony discovered his fetish. He loved pain. She began nibbling at his chest and neck, and he loved it. Yet he stopped her halfway through and told her it was wrong as he only felt for Lenore. Whether this was true or not, he wasn't quite sure himself. Ebony declared she would kill Lenore if it ment she could have him to herself, and he would have killed Ebony himself, but when he went to attack her, he just couldn't. Something was stopping him. So he just waited to see. Who ever comes out that battle alive, he will have to take.
.... To be continued.