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Show us off to all your friends Thymepath
We're the trophy boys from here to if and when Tom
We break and break your dreams of 30 moons
Keeping us a secret EclipseClan
We're the back-pocket believers Warrior
We're the locals who went postal
Thymepath isn't a very bulky tom, neither is he strong or muscular. He is more on the skinny lanky size and he is fast. Faster then the toms with the heavy built. His legs are long and skinny with small weightless paws that touch the group so lightly you couldn't hear him, even if you were right next to him. His neck is short yet skinny with a small wedge shaped head to perfectly match his body. His ears are rounded though not too large and his eyes are a magnificent dark forest green. His fur is medium length and when puffed out from anger which rarely occurs, he looks like a big cat. Its soft and not very easy to manage but he keeps it clean. The underpelt is a dark brown all over, no white to fading, just plain dark brown. On top of that are thick black strips, running from nose to tail. They make him look long and swift, which he really is.
Call it treason while you can
When first brought into the world, he was a mean strict tom, like his father and he hated nonsense, yet he loved to play fight and get into trouble like any other kit would. But after he was beat by his father, he slowly became a shy and withdrawn cat. He learned to not like to fight and only when it was necessary and his father didn't like that. When his father left and he was chosen to be Deputy, he was too nervous, which is what he is today. A nervous wreck because no one likes him. He knows that they all look at him like his a rogue because he once was. He doesn't speak and stays away from lots of cats. He is a very sweet, gentle tomcat with a lot of heart to him, its just that no one knows that. He doesn't care about looks, just how much you think of him. If you don't think he is a bad cat because of his background, then he will be your friend, even if you are the ugliest cat. He will like you anyway, and thats just the way he is.
I'm just a face for every picture
Flik was the name given to him as a kit when he was born to two street cats named Jalko and Frieda. They lived on the streets of the big city with many people and lots of adventures. Flik loved to adventure with his one and only sister, Lilah. She was his twin but he lacked her smallness and gentle touch. He was harsh on Lilah at times but they loved each other very much. Lilah's father, Jalko was a very strict cat and trained the two youngsters to live on the streets at a young age. Frieda was also strict but never yelled at the kits, only their father until one day they couldn't take each other anymore and broke up. Jalko took Flik and Frieda took Lilah. When they broke up, Flik and his father moved to the other side of the town where he spent most of his life, training to fight whatever stood in his way.

Jalko became even more strict as Flik grew older. He learned to open cans with trash in them for food, defend from twolegs with nets, and fight whoever stood in his way. Flik hated his life in the city but his father forced him to stay. They soon joined an alley group, his father became Deputy and Flik thought he found the she-cat of his dreams. Her name was Linza. She was as black as night and had the heart of gold. Linza loved Flik and Flik loved Linza until that fateful day when Linza was hit by a speeding car and died in front of him. He thought things couldn't get any worse but his mother showed up. Her mother and father fell back in love and ran away from the city, leaving Flik alone to be Deputy of the alley kits. He didn't stay there long, by the time he left the alley cats he was fourteen moons.

After he left he went back to where his mother used to live and where his sister should be but she wasn't there. After he asked a few cats along the way, he found out that she had been taken away by other twolegs and that she was far away now. When he found that out, he quickly ran far away from the town and to where the street cats would growl about. The Clans. He joined EclipseClan when he was about 18 moons and easily passed his fighting course. Hunting, he was not used to and needed a bit of time to get used to hunting for actually prey. He was then given the the name Thymepath because he had smelled like thyme when he arrived in the clearing for some reason. So for the past year, he has been trying to prove his loyalty but no one likes him because he was a street cat. His old spunky self has died down to a sulky self and he rarely speaks.
Smile for your scrap-books
Jalko [father]
Frieda [mother]
Lilah [sister]
Linza [mate]
And a story to be told, and told, but I'm but I'm loving every second
Poison Tears Crash Down

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Accepted.