Post by Dawnstorm on Apr 29, 2006 19:11:49 GMT -5
Name:
-Wildmask
Do you honor?:
-Yes, sorta. Only by name, not by belief.
Age:
-32 Moons
Gender:
-Tom
Appearance:
-Wildmask's face around his nose and left ear is a bright orange, then drops into a black patch near his left ear and right eye. His right ear is bright white, and his nose is half pink, half black. The loner's long tail is patched with gray and brown. His back in flecked with brown and black upon silver-gray. And his sides are calico brown, black, white, and ginger. The only large patch of solid color is his belly fur which is steel-gray. The tom's paws are different colors. His fore-left is black, his front right is ginger, his hind-left is white, and his hind-right is tan. Wildmask's eyes are as different as his coat. His left eye is a deep, dark blue, and his right is a bright, glittering amber.
RP Example:
-Two mismatched optics surveyed a patrol of plump Clan cats as they lazily lumbered through their territory. They were talking loudly. Obviously thinking that they had no enemies nearby, or simply thought that they could handle anything.
Stupid, fat, lazy, arrogant mouse-brains! thought Wildmask ferociously. The patched calico loner crept forward silently, not alerting the rambunctious patrol in the slightest. First one black paw, then the orange went forward as the tom slunk forward, barely brushing the tall stalks of grass around him.
What Clan is this?
Who cares? answered his other part of his conscience-being. Wildmask agreed with a slight nod to it--mental and physical-- and carefully stalked forward once more.
Just as he was about to enter the shadowy trees in the sunset's bloody light.
The wind changed direction.
Now he was not downwind, but upwind! Wildmask heard a yowl from one of the Clan cats and heard paws pounding on the earth as they charged toward the indecisive loner.
Where to hide?!
Don't hide; Fight!
Run!
Thats cowardice! Loners are not cowards!
Wildmask didn't pay attention to his thoughts as instinct told him to hide in the badger set nearby. The scent was slightly stale, but the broken brambles, and claw-streaked ground told him otherwise. It was in use.
Wildmask tasted the air. It painted an invisible picture in his mind as he smelled the patrol nearing at an alarming rate, but the badger had been gone for about an hour.
Hopefully hunting!
Hopefully dead.
Without thinking at all, Wildmask rushed inside and closed his right eye so the patrol wouldn't see the bright golden-amber beacon.
The feline in hiding soon felt a trembling in the ground that got louder and felt harder until Wldmask knew they were barely two fox-lengths away. The loner held his breath. The Clan cats were sniffing around, but lost his trail ten fox-lengths away from the badger-set.
"Is he in there?" questioned a young cat asked.
"No. The badger is still in there. But if he was in there, well..." The tom paused to give a dramatic effect. "He's crow-food."
There was a laugh and soon all of the patrol was laughing and set along their way.
Wildmask felt a glimmer of pride. They didn't even smell that badger is stale! The kittypets!
But there was a snarl from behind and Wildmask felt his body grow cold. "Oh no..." he mewed and lunged out of the set, pelting as fast as he could toward his home. The Loner Lands.
Clan:
-None.
Rank:
-Loner.
Breed:
-Unknown.
Personality:
-Wildmask is an independent feline who never will accept help, unless it is forced upon him. But even then he will resent it. The loner tries to act dignified and cold among other cats, but fails pathetically by stumbling, missing prey, falling into water... pretty much anything bad that can happen to a cat short of killing and injuring it--permanently. He does not long for a mate, or any kits at all, he feels that they will hinder him, and restrain him from roaming the barren wilds.
History:
-Wildmask's parents didn't care for him at all. He was unwanted, uncared for, and hated.
His father, a loner named Mourn, had seen his mother, a Clan queen called Briskwater, from afar while she was on a patrol. He immediately planned to whisk her away from Clan life forever, and have her roam with him forever.
Mourn caught a rabbit from inside her Clan's territory and gave it to her when she was hunting. Briskwater was starving. She eyed the rabbit then ate it quickly, not noticing that Mourn had slipped away, and that two warriors from her Clan had snuck up on her, and got her into trouble. Then Mourn saw it fit to kill a kit that Briskwater was watching, and she was kicked out of the Clan.
Mourn gave her shelter and soon she was pregnant with kits. When that happened, Mourn was talking in his sleep, reciting the plan that he had memorized moons earlier.
Briskwater overheard and immediately hated him, and her unborn kit. She almost escaped, but Mourn found her and threatened her Clan's kits' lives. He said he could sneak in and kill them all, one by one. And then get their mothers too.
Briskwater loved her Clan too much to say 'no'. She didn't know that Mourn wouldn't be able to do that, but seeing as he had killed a kit under her watch, she believed him.
When Wildmask was born, Briskwater snuck away and drowned herself. Mourn didn't lament his loss, but abandoned his kit during a new-leaf storm.
While the kit wailed in the maelstrom, another loner came by. He by chance found the bundle of calico fur and took him to his den with his mate.
There he was called 'Wildmask' of his wild patchy pelt and how he was always 'masked' to them, keeping secrets, being distant, and lying.
Codewords:
-The Ancient Ways.
-Zeik.
-Wildmask
Do you honor?:
-Yes, sorta. Only by name, not by belief.
Age:
-32 Moons
Gender:
-Tom
Appearance:
-Wildmask's face around his nose and left ear is a bright orange, then drops into a black patch near his left ear and right eye. His right ear is bright white, and his nose is half pink, half black. The loner's long tail is patched with gray and brown. His back in flecked with brown and black upon silver-gray. And his sides are calico brown, black, white, and ginger. The only large patch of solid color is his belly fur which is steel-gray. The tom's paws are different colors. His fore-left is black, his front right is ginger, his hind-left is white, and his hind-right is tan. Wildmask's eyes are as different as his coat. His left eye is a deep, dark blue, and his right is a bright, glittering amber.
RP Example:
-Two mismatched optics surveyed a patrol of plump Clan cats as they lazily lumbered through their territory. They were talking loudly. Obviously thinking that they had no enemies nearby, or simply thought that they could handle anything.
Stupid, fat, lazy, arrogant mouse-brains! thought Wildmask ferociously. The patched calico loner crept forward silently, not alerting the rambunctious patrol in the slightest. First one black paw, then the orange went forward as the tom slunk forward, barely brushing the tall stalks of grass around him.
What Clan is this?
Who cares? answered his other part of his conscience-being. Wildmask agreed with a slight nod to it--mental and physical-- and carefully stalked forward once more.
Just as he was about to enter the shadowy trees in the sunset's bloody light.
The wind changed direction.
Now he was not downwind, but upwind! Wildmask heard a yowl from one of the Clan cats and heard paws pounding on the earth as they charged toward the indecisive loner.
Where to hide?!
Don't hide; Fight!
Run!
Thats cowardice! Loners are not cowards!
Wildmask didn't pay attention to his thoughts as instinct told him to hide in the badger set nearby. The scent was slightly stale, but the broken brambles, and claw-streaked ground told him otherwise. It was in use.
Wildmask tasted the air. It painted an invisible picture in his mind as he smelled the patrol nearing at an alarming rate, but the badger had been gone for about an hour.
Hopefully hunting!
Hopefully dead.
Without thinking at all, Wildmask rushed inside and closed his right eye so the patrol wouldn't see the bright golden-amber beacon.
The feline in hiding soon felt a trembling in the ground that got louder and felt harder until Wldmask knew they were barely two fox-lengths away. The loner held his breath. The Clan cats were sniffing around, but lost his trail ten fox-lengths away from the badger-set.
"Is he in there?" questioned a young cat asked.
"No. The badger is still in there. But if he was in there, well..." The tom paused to give a dramatic effect. "He's crow-food."
There was a laugh and soon all of the patrol was laughing and set along their way.
Wildmask felt a glimmer of pride. They didn't even smell that badger is stale! The kittypets!
But there was a snarl from behind and Wildmask felt his body grow cold. "Oh no..." he mewed and lunged out of the set, pelting as fast as he could toward his home. The Loner Lands.
Clan:
-None.
Rank:
-Loner.
Breed:
-Unknown.
Personality:
-Wildmask is an independent feline who never will accept help, unless it is forced upon him. But even then he will resent it. The loner tries to act dignified and cold among other cats, but fails pathetically by stumbling, missing prey, falling into water... pretty much anything bad that can happen to a cat short of killing and injuring it--permanently. He does not long for a mate, or any kits at all, he feels that they will hinder him, and restrain him from roaming the barren wilds.
History:
-Wildmask's parents didn't care for him at all. He was unwanted, uncared for, and hated.
His father, a loner named Mourn, had seen his mother, a Clan queen called Briskwater, from afar while she was on a patrol. He immediately planned to whisk her away from Clan life forever, and have her roam with him forever.
Mourn caught a rabbit from inside her Clan's territory and gave it to her when she was hunting. Briskwater was starving. She eyed the rabbit then ate it quickly, not noticing that Mourn had slipped away, and that two warriors from her Clan had snuck up on her, and got her into trouble. Then Mourn saw it fit to kill a kit that Briskwater was watching, and she was kicked out of the Clan.
Mourn gave her shelter and soon she was pregnant with kits. When that happened, Mourn was talking in his sleep, reciting the plan that he had memorized moons earlier.
Briskwater overheard and immediately hated him, and her unborn kit. She almost escaped, but Mourn found her and threatened her Clan's kits' lives. He said he could sneak in and kill them all, one by one. And then get their mothers too.
Briskwater loved her Clan too much to say 'no'. She didn't know that Mourn wouldn't be able to do that, but seeing as he had killed a kit under her watch, she believed him.
When Wildmask was born, Briskwater snuck away and drowned herself. Mourn didn't lament his loss, but abandoned his kit during a new-leaf storm.
While the kit wailed in the maelstrom, another loner came by. He by chance found the bundle of calico fur and took him to his den with his mate.
There he was called 'Wildmask' of his wild patchy pelt and how he was always 'masked' to them, keeping secrets, being distant, and lying.
Codewords:
-The Ancient Ways.
-Zeik.
Yay! I got it to work! -shimmies-
