hey john, [``A U G U S T] what's your name again?

[idk my bff brindle]

The concept of fashion is the one to blame.
Painting the portrait of
Conviction-less existence.

august

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# tom
## loner
### 14 moons

Well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous.
Well it must be difficult,
Claiming to be the kings and queens

head; August is like most wildcats in terms of his head. It's very broad, and his cheekbones are wide. His muzzle just out slightly. It's round and very adorable. His head connects to his body thickly, and there's a lot of extra fat there, but it doesn't make him look ugly. His brow doesn't stick out that much, but it's enough to set his eyes back slightly. His ears are round and blunt, but they're a medium height, not short. His eyes are a kiwi green in the light, but a duller green from the side. The fur on his muzzle is right, and slightly rusty on his nose. The fur on his head is a light grey, but he has darker grey mackerel tabby markings on his face. The back of his head is black, and the back of his ears are a rusty colour.

body; August is quite a plump tom. Though he's noticeably less fat than when he was younger, he's still quite a heavyset tom. His paws are wide, and they easily support him. His body is long, which his good for his weight. August is quite thick. His body is round all the way around, and his legs aren't that long. His tail is short, but he can still balance. Some might think that it's hard for August to get around, and some cats think he waddles with a glance at him. But the tom is actually quite fast and strong. Though he's now a loner, August has never forgotten how to be hunt or to fight. He's still formidable. His fur is shaggy and thick, making him look plumper than he really is. He's a grey mackerel tabby. His fur is a light grey, and dark grey stripes ring him.

But it's all
But it's all
But it's all
But it's all for nothing.

cheerful; August used to be quite the cheerful cat when he was part of the Clan. Carefree and worriless, he could cheer up even the grimmest of cats. As a loner, he’s still cheerful, but it’s mostly a façade. There’s a cheerful mask he puts on, thought there’s real cheer buried deep within him. But the tom usually has no one to talk to; to really express that too. So when he meets strangers, he has to act happy.

mature; August used to be pretty immature when he was with the Clan. But moons and moons of living alone have taken their toll on the tom. He’s thinner, leaner, stronger and more mature. He can hold his tongue and he takes things more seriously, but when he loses his temper, it’s serious. He doesn’t calm down for awhile, and he’s started looking at things in a different light.

smart; Despite what you might think, August is pretty darn smart. He’s grown a lot since his days as a bumbling apprentice who couldn’t do anything right. Even when he appears to be sleeping, the tom is listening. Listening to everything around him and his brain is back razor-sharp decisions and quickly analyzing situations.

territorial; August doesn’t ask for much. He’s quit happy with the territory he has. Not very many cats pass through it, and he stays away from them when they do. But every once in awhile, someone will come along with a challenge for him. August doesn’t hesitate to send them on their way. He’s earned a reputation as a grumpy loner, his massive bulk hiding his young age.

This shall pass.
Megalomania.
This shall pass.
Megalomania.

His father went by the name of Beetleclaw, and was a strong enough warrior. He was respected by the Clan, but he was nothing special. He was average. But Beetleclaw had always lived in the shadow of his older brother Stubbytail, who had lost his tail in a heroic fight with a mongoose. At least, that's what Stubbytail had said. Anyways. Beetleclaw fell in love with a she-cat by the name of Tideheart. But she, sadly enough, was already queen, though she refused to name the father of her unborn kits. Stubbytail, being the cunning mastermind he was, came up with a plan for Beetleclaw, whispered in Beetleclaw's ear. Finally, Beetleclaw went up to Tideheart and said "Your mate- yes, I know about him, he's dead."

Tideheart was astounded. In an act of desperation, she revealed the name of her name and Beetleclaw recognized it. Tigerfell was a warrior from CloudClan! At this point, Beetleclaw was supposed to tell her if she became his mate, he would never tell a soul. But instead, Beetleclaw relented and told her the truth because he loved her so much. Disgusted, Tideheart forgave him, but never talked to him again. Beetleclaw’s heart was crushed. Then one day, Stubbytail came up to him. His brother was old and grizzly, and no longer the hero of the Clan. Stubbytail brought Beetleclaw out to clearing where Tigerfell lay bleeding. Stubbytail whispered in Beetleclaw’s ear to kill him. This was his chance.

But Beetleclaw tensed turned, and slashed out at Stubbytail. His brother fell to the ground, blood dripping from his face. The look on his face was a hysterical one, and Beetleclaw swore never to think about his brother ever again. Beetleclaw rescued Tigerfell, who was of CloudClan. Tigerfell looked at Stubbytail, disgusted. He didn't say anything. Tigerfell decided to stay in EclipseClan with his mate, Tideheart. She eventually spoke to Beetleclaw to thank him.

Moons later, Beetleclaw mentored a she-cat called Turtlepaw. They fell in love, and when she was a warrior (Turtlestrike) they had two kits by the name of Libertykit and Augustkit.
When Augustkit and his brother were only two moons old, Turtlestrike caught greencough. Their father, in his desperation to be with her at all the time, caught it as well. They died in each other's embrace, a sweet touch to end a sad story. Augustkit and Libertykit drifted apart. Libertykit was more interested in play-fighting, in agility training, in exercising his wit. Augustkit liked to sit around and eat more, and when they play-fighted, he would end up sitting on them to win. He was as big as a warrior at six moons.

As an apprentice, Augustpaw's most amazing feat so far is when he caught an adder. He was hunting on some rocks when one shot out to strike him. Being completely oblivious to everything, he turned around and stepped on its neck, crushing it in two. But as an apprentice, he also met a she-cat called Lonepaw. He saved her form the spirit of her mother at the battle against the Tribe. He took care of her after that, making sure she was alright and greeting her first thing in the morning. These two cats shared something special, something everyone in the Clan knew and respected.

But pressure had caught up to Augustpaw. He was lazy and plump. His mentor started getting angry at him, telling him he would never amount to anything. Even the Clan leader didn’t respect him or think he was worth anything. Augustpaw had been concentrating on Lonepaw and his food, nothing else. He was flunking out of hunting assessments. This wasn’t because the tom couldn’t do it, but because everyone in the Clan was putting so much pressure on it. Augustpaw couldn’t stand it, so he left.

Now, as August, he roams the area outside the Clans. He’s very territorial, and doesn’t like to socialize. He’s found a place with good food, but he has been eating less. He didn’t want to completely distance himself from the Clans, and he’s tied to the fate of a certain she-cat that he keeps trying to put out of his mind.

Congratulations on mutilation for a life.
For a life.
Life, life, life, life, life, life.

family

I'm going to hope for you,
I'm going to pray for you amongst the wreckless and the black.
Salvation lies within.
I'm going to hope for you,
I'm going to pray for you amongst the wreckless and the black.
My time is yours my friend.

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We all find ourselves so horribly weak.
(Oh God,)
Where's an offering.
Where's an offering.
Offering, offering.

^{Shade, if you could like delete his old bio, the one in the StarClan section?}

[cheshy says grace]

*majorflailwithgirlyfangirlscream*

*dramatic gasp* I. SEE. THE. DEVIL. WEARS. PRADA. LYRICS. *another dramatic gasp* Hey John was the first TDWP song I ever listened tooooo~~~ *ubersqueal*

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[x.Jolly.x]

Shouldn't post this here, but YAY!!! That means that Lone and August can roleplay together!! xD

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[SHADE. :D]

Ja, I will. Accepted.