Post by Mo on Sept 4, 2012 16:43:20 GMT -5
i got a lot to say to you
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Name; Wolf
Gender; Tom
Age; 34 moons
Alliance; Loner
scribbled out the truth with their lies
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Personality;
Wolf is a typical loner in many respects. He keeps to himself, hunts only for himself, protects only himself, care for only himself. It would be correct to say he's rather selfish. This said, he's not cruel or malicious. He does not wish to harm anyone and he does not take joy in doing so, though he will if he has to. At the center of his being, Wolf is a survivalist. He has a survivalists determination to live and persevere against obstacles. His stubbornness can, however, also be one of his bigger failings, as he does not always know when to quit; when it has become to dangerous to stay in one forest or two-leg place, or when he's in a fight he'll lose if he doesn't flee. He's better now at knowing these things than he was before, but his tenacity still gets him into trouble.
Flaws;
Stubborn
Short tempered
Cold
Advantages;
Strong
Skilled
Stealthy
i noticed your eyes are always glued to me
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Appearance;
Size wise, Wolf is an intimidating looking cat. He's tall and broad, with well kept muscles and swift, capable paws. At the end of his clever paws are long claws that maintain needle-like sharpness. His pelt is short but thick, thick enough to hide most of his many scars. The fur is cream coloured with faint orange stripes that grow bolder around his legs, tail, and head. His face is broad as well, slightly flat, and has a perpetual look on it that's something between a glare and a disgusted grimace. All this puts his eyes at a shocking contradiction with the rest of his off-putting appearance. His eyes are a beautifully pale shade of glacial blue. Don't let the pretty eyes fool you, though. The rest of his appearance is what you should be trusting.
Short Description;
Large cream-coloured tom with pale blue eyes
i'd rather waste my life pretending than have to forget
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History;
The pale kit was born in a two-leg place many, many paw steps away from the forest of the clans. There were two others kits in his litter, the tabby one and the spotted one, both sisters to the pale kit. He was the smallest of the litter, and the most frightened. When their mother was gone hunting, he would mewl and cry in fear and his two sisters would try their best to sooth him. They would tell him stories of a beautiful new place that would be their new home one day, a place of fresh air and blissful silence, with no monsters or two-legs or dog to harm them.
His mother told him no such story. She resented her kits,and always let them know this. She was cruel in this respect. Once she learned that the tabby kit and the spotted kit were telling the pale kit stories of the forest, the she-cat took it upon herself to tell her kits of the many monsters that waited in the forest; of sharp-toothed foxes and badges and coyotes and wolves and of great winged owls that came down like lightning from the sky and stole kits from their nest, and the pale kit grew very afraid again.
He stayed afraid for most of his young life, until one day, in his third moon of life, he forgot his fear. He did not grow bold or grow foolish, but he grew hungry. His mother had come upon a famine, and her kits suffered. Slowly fear was forgotten. So were stories and games and all the smalls joys the kits had once taken, until there was nothing left but sleep. The spotted kit was lost in these days of endless sleep, the small life in her having grown so low it one day simple flickering out. At the end of the famine, the pale kit woke with the small, skeletal frame of the tabby kit beside him. He tried to nudge her away, but it was no use. In two days time, the small rattle of her breathe grew quieter and quieter until it silenced forever.
The pale kit was four moons old by know, old enough for his mother to want him gone. Over the next moon she taught him the basics for foraging and a little bit of hunting, then turned him from her nest.
The pale kit, happy to see the end of his mother, went of in search of his sisters dream: a new home in a forest somewhere far, far away, where he could be safe and happy.
He made it to a forest with ease. The difficulty came in surviving in it. His mother had taught him how to forage in the two-leg place, not in the woods. But the pale kit was clever. He watched the predators of the forest, watched and learned how they hunted. He learned swiftness from the fox, silence from the owl, and strength from the badger. But his favorite mentor, the one that left him most in awe, was the wolf. It was swift was the fox, silent as the owl, and strong as the badger. It was the king of the forest, proclaiming it's supremacy with might howls that cut the stillness of the night like sharp claws. And it was in the honor of this king that Wolf chose his name.
Wolf loved his forest home, but he felt something missing from it. This was not the home he and his sisters and envisioned somehow. And so, Wolf did what many loners do. He wandered on.
Once and a while he'd come through a two-leg place, where there would be other cats. Some of the cats he met along the way were helpful. Some were not, and Wolf learned quickly how to defend himself, though more often than not it was learning when to flee. Both friendly and unfriendly, every loner he met on his travels taught him how to be a better fighter.
He did not know why he kept returning to two-leg places. He adored the forest, after all. It was as if one held something he needed, but didn't know what.
Wolf recently traveled to a new forest, unlike any other he came across. This forest had other cats in it, many other cats, and while he knows this is not a safe place for a loner to settle, he could not help, upon seeing the forest, that this was his home.
Family;
Unknown
Other
Secrelty, Wolf wants to be around another/other cat(s) that he can care for and share his life with. This is a secret even to himself, for while he is lonely, he doesn't know why or realize the strange feeling he has that keeps drawing him back to large populations of cats is that he wishes to have someone/others to belong to.