Post by .Solitude. on Jul 27, 2007 18:36:41 GMT -5
Name:
Solitudestar
Age:
36 moons
Gender:
tom
Position:
leader
Clan:
DayClan
Pictures:
farm1.static.flickr.com/189/509990197_66ae83ebe0.jpg?v=0Solitude.
Appearance:
Solitudestar’s body, just like most of the wild warriors of the forest, is thin, embracing strong muscles that enable stunning movements. Along with a narrow face to complete the street cat styled look, his tail is thin and long which provides the best possible tool for balance on slippery ground. His legs are long like a colt’s, and his paws are barely a fraction of a mousefoot larger than the width of his legs.
Comfortably fitting his lithe form, a soft white coat fits his curves exactly. It is short, allowing him to move comfortably about all the seasons. It runs smoothly all along his body, except for his tail, where it doesn’t lie as flat. Speaking of this masterpiece, let me paint it as in a picture. Snowy white fur is covered by dark and light thick bands of tan and brown. His tail is long, flicking in a proud way as he carries it up in the air like a flag to his warriors. Let's move onto his legs. His fur, still mostly white, covers powerful, lean muscles. But, covering hall four of his legs are dusty brown tabby stripes, with large spaces between. His back and stomach are the same shade of white, and seems to glow in the moonlight. Eyes like a siamese, his occuli are narrow, yet friendly, and are potrayed in a lovely sky blue. He has three dusty brown lines coming down on his forehead, not in the traditional m shape, but like three sticks standing straight up. The rest of his crown is lightly marked as well, and his nose is a nice red color, outlines in black. He has medium-lengthed whiskers, long legs, and a tall tail. His pads are usually gray, except for one oddball that is lightly illustraded pink.
Personality:
Nobal and loyal, this tom is deeply respected by most all cats. Of course, everyone in life has someone who is an enemy, right? He tries his best to make sure he is fair when he has to decide, but can make mistakes just like any other. Some might say he is arrogant, but that is not his case. he is simply proud, for what cat shouldn't be when he leads a fine clan like DayClan? Honest whenever he can, Solitudestar was always know to be truthful and to keep secrets. Although, like his name suggests, he does like his quiet times. In fact, he will often take nice walks by himself to hunt, or just to think. Sometimes he is just a little too confident in things, but one needs hope in the most desperate times. He is firm but friendly, and easily is favored among the apprentices.
History:
Starting when he was an only kit, Solitudestar had a good life. Although he was completely healthy, he did not seem to like play. He would sit atop a boulder, watching. but as he became an apprentice, he began to talk more, and enjoy others' company. He was a fast learner, but when a battle finally arose at another clan's camp, the other two apprentices got to go to the fight, for they were more experianced. He was left with the queens, kits, medicine cats, and elders. Well, there were a few warriors, but they guarded the camp's entrance. Finally, after the battle, he was the only apprentice left. One had died, and the other promoted to warrior. Only one cat died in the fight, luckily. After a moon more of training, he got his chance to show off his skills at his final assesment, and did great. Sadly, shortly after his warrior ceremony, his old mother died. Right before, she told him of his siamese father, who lived, or not, as a kittypet. From there, though greif still sometimes shook him, he carried on. proving himself loyal and brave enough, he was chosen deputy after their last one died from blackcough. He has been leader for about 6 moons now, and hopes to stay leader for much longer.
Other:
He has no living kin that he knows of, and has no mate.
IC:
Step after weary step, the tom moved quietly on. He was lost; life barely touched his fallen, misunderstood heart. He was dying, not in the common sense that we seem to know, where a cat passes on to live in a seemingly different universe. He was dying in spirit. Past times haunted him, clouded his vision and his knowing of life. What did he know of life? Life was a curse, bestowed upon souls so they may, in turn, suffer, and continue this circle of... Oh, what did he know? He only knew what his haunted, insignificant soul told him. His tabby pelt barely blended with the forest's earthy colors; his mottled gray pelt could be seen by a blind cat, if a blind cat could see. Now he couldn't think clearly, and stumbles on, the looming trees just a blur around him, the calls of birds just annoying probes in his mind. He stumbled, fell, and picked himself up again. Apple-green eyes scanned at the unfamiliar landmarks, and he continued, his handsome pelt leaving behind wisps of fur on sticks, like a soul loosing hope.
Oblivion treaded lightly on a twig, and though his paws could feel nothing, it snapped in two. He knew he should hunt and eat, he hadn't for nearly two weeks. His beautiful pelt still held it's radiance, but his skeletal frame showed he was no more than skin, fur, and bones. A large shaped dared to stand in his way. What was it? He could make out faint details, and realized at once what it was. He thought. Shaking his head in the most miserable way, he slinked in and tripped again, not caring to pick himself up in this sheltered place, he fell into a troubled, haunted sleep, where he watched, helpless, as his sister was murdered by life.evrer
CodeWords: Blade, Blue
[Also, my spell-check is not working...]
Solitudestar
Age:
36 moons
Gender:
tom
Position:
leader
Clan:
DayClan
Pictures:
farm1.static.flickr.com/189/509990197_66ae83ebe0.jpg?v=0Solitude.
Appearance:
Solitudestar’s body, just like most of the wild warriors of the forest, is thin, embracing strong muscles that enable stunning movements. Along with a narrow face to complete the street cat styled look, his tail is thin and long which provides the best possible tool for balance on slippery ground. His legs are long like a colt’s, and his paws are barely a fraction of a mousefoot larger than the width of his legs.
Comfortably fitting his lithe form, a soft white coat fits his curves exactly. It is short, allowing him to move comfortably about all the seasons. It runs smoothly all along his body, except for his tail, where it doesn’t lie as flat. Speaking of this masterpiece, let me paint it as in a picture. Snowy white fur is covered by dark and light thick bands of tan and brown. His tail is long, flicking in a proud way as he carries it up in the air like a flag to his warriors. Let's move onto his legs. His fur, still mostly white, covers powerful, lean muscles. But, covering hall four of his legs are dusty brown tabby stripes, with large spaces between. His back and stomach are the same shade of white, and seems to glow in the moonlight. Eyes like a siamese, his occuli are narrow, yet friendly, and are potrayed in a lovely sky blue. He has three dusty brown lines coming down on his forehead, not in the traditional m shape, but like three sticks standing straight up. The rest of his crown is lightly marked as well, and his nose is a nice red color, outlines in black. He has medium-lengthed whiskers, long legs, and a tall tail. His pads are usually gray, except for one oddball that is lightly illustraded pink.
Personality:
Nobal and loyal, this tom is deeply respected by most all cats. Of course, everyone in life has someone who is an enemy, right? He tries his best to make sure he is fair when he has to decide, but can make mistakes just like any other. Some might say he is arrogant, but that is not his case. he is simply proud, for what cat shouldn't be when he leads a fine clan like DayClan? Honest whenever he can, Solitudestar was always know to be truthful and to keep secrets. Although, like his name suggests, he does like his quiet times. In fact, he will often take nice walks by himself to hunt, or just to think. Sometimes he is just a little too confident in things, but one needs hope in the most desperate times. He is firm but friendly, and easily is favored among the apprentices.
History:
Starting when he was an only kit, Solitudestar had a good life. Although he was completely healthy, he did not seem to like play. He would sit atop a boulder, watching. but as he became an apprentice, he began to talk more, and enjoy others' company. He was a fast learner, but when a battle finally arose at another clan's camp, the other two apprentices got to go to the fight, for they were more experianced. He was left with the queens, kits, medicine cats, and elders. Well, there were a few warriors, but they guarded the camp's entrance. Finally, after the battle, he was the only apprentice left. One had died, and the other promoted to warrior. Only one cat died in the fight, luckily. After a moon more of training, he got his chance to show off his skills at his final assesment, and did great. Sadly, shortly after his warrior ceremony, his old mother died. Right before, she told him of his siamese father, who lived, or not, as a kittypet. From there, though greif still sometimes shook him, he carried on. proving himself loyal and brave enough, he was chosen deputy after their last one died from blackcough. He has been leader for about 6 moons now, and hopes to stay leader for much longer.
Other:
He has no living kin that he knows of, and has no mate.
IC:
Step after weary step, the tom moved quietly on. He was lost; life barely touched his fallen, misunderstood heart. He was dying, not in the common sense that we seem to know, where a cat passes on to live in a seemingly different universe. He was dying in spirit. Past times haunted him, clouded his vision and his knowing of life. What did he know of life? Life was a curse, bestowed upon souls so they may, in turn, suffer, and continue this circle of... Oh, what did he know? He only knew what his haunted, insignificant soul told him. His tabby pelt barely blended with the forest's earthy colors; his mottled gray pelt could be seen by a blind cat, if a blind cat could see. Now he couldn't think clearly, and stumbles on, the looming trees just a blur around him, the calls of birds just annoying probes in his mind. He stumbled, fell, and picked himself up again. Apple-green eyes scanned at the unfamiliar landmarks, and he continued, his handsome pelt leaving behind wisps of fur on sticks, like a soul loosing hope.
Oblivion treaded lightly on a twig, and though his paws could feel nothing, it snapped in two. He knew he should hunt and eat, he hadn't for nearly two weeks. His beautiful pelt still held it's radiance, but his skeletal frame showed he was no more than skin, fur, and bones. A large shaped dared to stand in his way. What was it? He could make out faint details, and realized at once what it was. He thought. Shaking his head in the most miserable way, he slinked in and tripped again, not caring to pick himself up in this sheltered place, he fell into a troubled, haunted sleep, where he watched, helpless, as his sister was murdered by life.evrer
CodeWords: Blade, Blue
[Also, my spell-check is not working...]
