Thread for Shadeh: Omen:Loner:Tom

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Name: Omen
Do you honor?: No
Age: 40 moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: When anycat has set an eye on Omen, they think of one long-dead cat in particular - Crowfeather of WindClan. This cat of old being in this loner's ancestry, the exact colourings rarely show up, but this tom seems to have inherited the genetics. His slim frame isn't skinny, it is what some would call wiry; strong dispite his lack of visible muscles. Even if they arn't outwardly visible, this loner does have muscle, long, lean groups of them coating his legs, which are his strongest feature in his body. His paws are of a normal size for a WindClan cat; tilting to the smaller side of the scale, but thorn-sharp claws are retracted within, ready at anytime to be unsheathed and wreck destruction upon the enemy. Equipped with a long tail, he'll sometimes use it for his own way of hunting. He will stand off to the side of his prey, and will move the tip of his tail in the grass and lure the mouse toward his awaiting paws. A small head with pointed ears and a smooth jaw-line completes his structure, and is covered by a dark grey pelt, which will often seem black at night or in the shadows. The hairs are of shorter length, the same as most WindClan cats that thrive in the territories off yonder. Very distinctive dark blue eyes complete his symphony for the eyes like a chime of a silver bell, bringing it to a close with a beautiful, yet powerful ring.
Overall, Omen is almost an exact outwardly replica of his great ansestor, Crowfeather.
RP Example: It was cold, ever so cold. The stillness of the air only brought a more chilling feeling upon the lone figure, stalking with liquid stealth through the marshes and bushes of ShadowClan territory. He was, like all loners, forbidden to be there; Clan cats didn't want to associate with 'filth' like him. Even if he had been part of a clan once, many moons ago. Yes, the tom had sauntered into the camp before, hoping to find somewhere to place his loyalties, to rekindle. But they had greeted him with tooth and claw, driving him out of their territory, chasing him with the speed of anger on fire, but had not caught him. No, he was of WindClan blood; he had inherrited the speed and stamina of any cat from the prarie lands. His barbed tongue had shot back insults, only to lead them onto a merry chase into the loner lands, where they didn't know more then a rabbit did. But that was long past, now the loner tom wouldn't interfere with their lives often, but he would watch every once and awhile. Omen would watch with intrest while the warriors hunted together, or how the experienced fighter would spare time to train a mouse-brained apprentice. You see, the tom had loyalties, and plenty of them, but no where, or no one to apply them to. No doubt, if he had been an orphan at a young age, he would have tried his hardest to enter any one of the Clans. But, he had taught himself to survive well with the ways of the loner, depending on no other.

Slim paws padding over the moist grasses, he froze instantly when a faint sound reached his ears. The dark grey tom sank to his paws, muscles bunched tightly, ready for anything. Royal blue orbs flicked this way and that, as the scent of a cat reached his widened nostrils, a she-cat by the scent of it. Fast as black lightning, an odd-coloured cat sprang from a patch of nearby reeds, and held onto his back, with no intentions of letting go.
"Well loner," she spat viciously, "You must be mouse-brained to think you can waltz right into ShadowClan territory when ever you feel like it!"
Thorn sharp claws were embedded deeply into his back, and he quickly fell to the side, where he rolled and shed the she-cat. Quick as an adder, he slashed a claw across her nose, only to be thanked with a deep gash ripped across his lean side. Body afire with pain, he turned tail and fled away from the horrid place, belly low to the ground as he whipped across the soggy ground. As he ran, he could hear the loud and triumphant yowl of the clan cat, which made him slow down and sigh heavily.
Omen was, and would always be, rejected.
Clan: None.
Rank: Loner/warrior's age
Breed: Egyptian Mau
Personality: Along the Crowfeather line, there were many good-natured cats, who had a very pleasent temperament, and were a joy to be around. That family trait, however ended with Omen. Like his great ansestor, the tom is prickly, rude, and has a tongue sharp as thorns. He was born like that, always pushing to be first at the milk-line, or spitting at his siblings when they dared telling mother about his behavior. He did get punished often for his rudeness, which didn't help at all---in fact it struck up his rebelious ways more then ever. When it was time for sleeping, he would be batting at his parent's tails, or messing with the elder's heads. Omen would lead a merry chase around the camp, until one of the older warriors would yowl bloody murder at the kit, then grab him by the scruff of his neck, and drag him (not softly) back to the nursery.
This kind of behavior got worse and worse, even when he became an apprentice; making him one of the least liked cats in WindClan. After he left, he found the rebel had left him, since he no longer had to follow any rules, except his own. Any cat that comes upon the tom will still be scarred by his barbed tongue; that is one thing that will never leave him.
History: Even from kit-hood, Omen was always bullied around, for he was thinner and less muscled then his littermates. Ravenkit, his sister, was always scornfull towards him, for she made herself superior by being the biggest kit of the litter. Shadowkit, his brother, was very much like her deputy; trailing after her, and being made to take the blame of whatever his sister had done. Then there was Omen.
When the dark-grey tom was born, he came into the living world, silent. No mewling complaints about the cold, just silence. In fact he had been so quiet and so still that his mother was sure he had been still-born, but soon thought otherwise when he quickly scrambled to her side, avoiding the croud of the milk-line. For that he was named Omen; a warning sign of trouble to come, life masked in the form of death.
Once the tom became an apprentice, he was simply trouble. He always got his nose into things he wasn't supposed to know, and one day it almost got him killed. Shadowpaw [his brother] had gotten tired of being bossed around by Ravenpaw [his sister], and killed her quickly in her sleep. Omen had witnessed this, blue eyes wide in fear. His brother almost killed him too, being far more stronger, but then let him go. Omen ran away, far away, and luckily he had been close to becoming a warrior at that time, so he could very well survive on his own.
Since then, the male feels that the truth in some things should never be revealed, and has stayed secretive since that night.
Pictures: None.

[Katze]

HUMGEE
Think the lengths are enough? DUNNO,MAYBE.
Yes they are.
OKAY. Now, I will ATTEMPT at the spelling.
“When anycat has set an eye on Omen, they….” Anycat = any cat.
“His slim frame isn't skinny, it is what some would call wiry, strong dispite his lack of visible muscles.” dispite = despite // skinny, = skinny;
“Even if they arn't outwardly visible, this loner does have muscle, long, lean groups of them coating his….” arn’t = aren’t
“Overall, Omen is almost an exact outwardly replica of his great ansestor, Crowfeather.” ansester = ancester
No, he was of WindClan blood; he had inherited the speed and stamina of any cat from the prarie lands.…” inherrited = inherited // prarie = prairie
“Omen would watch with intrest while the warriors hunted together,” intrest = interest
“You see, the tom had loyalties, and plenty of them, but no where, or no one to apply them to.” no where = nowhere
“Along the Crowfeather line, there were many good-natured cats, who had a very pleasent temperament, and were a joy to be around. That family trait, however ended with Omen. Like his great ansestor, the tom is prickly, rude, and has a tongue sharp as thorns. He…” pleasent = pleasant // who = which // ansester = ancester
“in fact it struck up his rebelious ways more then ever.” rebelious = rebellious
“This kind of behavior got worse and worse, even when he became an apprentice; making him one of the least liked cats in WindClan.” apprentice; = apprentice,
“Any cat that comes upon the tom will still be scarred by his barbed tongue; that is one thing that will never leave him.” = His barbed tongue will still scar any cat that comes upon the tom; that is one thing that will never leave him.
“Omen was always bullied around, for he was thinner and less muscled then his littermates. Ravenkit, his sister, was always scornfull towards him,” scornfull = scornful
“otherwise when he quickly scrambled to her side, avoiding the croud of the milk-line.” croud = crowd
“His brother almost killed him too, being far more stronger, but then let him go.” more stronger = stronger

Heh?