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ONTHEFUNERALPYRE -- !

oblivionpelt

&& the state of being completely forgotten or unknown[/right]

Paranoia is the insect worming its way through my subconscious thoughts.

It’s the larva of my self doubt,
gestating in my heart
as
I
spiral
d o w n

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TOM !!
45 MOONS !!
ECLIPSECLAN !!
WARRIOR !!
PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS !!

And everything I touch is breaking
and it falls to the earth in splinters
and I shiver as every splinter finds its way
underneath my skin.

Oblivionpelt is quite odd in his pelt when you compare him to that of his brother, Pantherstealth. This tom is slender and wiry, but the raw strength that coils within each fiber of every muscle is something not to be underestimated. He can carry up to twice his own weight and he's attempted to bring down prey as big as a fawn (though this was a dare and a failed one at that). He's also fast, which is deadly combination with his nasty grip of yellowing claws and fangs and wondrous strength.

This tom fits perfectly with the night, except perhaps that tiny patch of white on his chest. However, that's somewhat of an Achilles heel for him. He loves rubbing against this patch. Whether it's against a she-cat or the ground or a tree, he will try and manage to get his chest rubbed at some point in time. A long-legged tom, Oblivionpelt stands perfectly on all four limbs. The black runs through each pore, straight down to the pads and the innards of his ears.

What more could a cat want except piercing yellow eyes like those of a hunting kestrel? Oblivionpelt's opticals tend to have a bored or tired expression, as he's usually sleeping. They are a sort of a tawny color, like gold underwater.

And after 22 years, I can still make my skin crawl.
Every shortcoming's a pitfall.
On my way to makin amends
Within myself to be (to be what I became).

When you first meet Oblivionpelt, it's like rubbing your nose against sandpaper. He's got a really gruff attitude and tone of voice, as if he's always pissed off about something or other. He's the type of cat that other cats in alleys would skirt around to avoid his baleful looks and his deep baritone growls if they came too close. He has a short fuse and rarely pauses before unleashing wrath. However, he is ashamed of his emotions and usually apologizes profusely, due to his habit of making younger cats burst into tears. He's notorious for getting into trouble with the queens after he lashed out and disciplined their kits in a way that left them fearing the BoogeyMan black and white tom who lived in the warriors' den.

Although he can be a complete cactus, Oblivionpelt is quite the soft one underneath it all. He doesn't like it when he loses control and starts making kittens cry, trying his best to cheer them up but to no avail. He's sort of the bumpkin uncle who messes everything up for his nieces and nephews. He's very protective of his Clan and would ever betray them, not even for love. He values commitment and loyalty to the highest standards.

Throughout the years, Oblivionpelt's reputation as the sexy dark bad-boy hasn't changed. Though he doesn't have as much of charm as his brother Pantherstealth, he certainly can make the ladies swoon if and when he ever really wanted to be romantic. His voice is extremely sultry without even trying. He's somewhat of a mischievous one, being quite the playful and rebellious type if he and his brother or Grebewing ever start to playfight. It was his and Pantherstealth's presence that influenced the young cheeky tortoiseshell and I'm sure it'll be the same way for Oblivionpelt's own kits, as he's not much for discipline.

He tends to rush into things without thinking, and can be quite reckless in his efforts to fight for his Clan. He does things without thinking, even something that could endanger his life.

Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world has made itself my enemy.
But I will stand upon my own two feet and raise, raise my head up.

Razorstar left her, left her to bear the burden of their secrets. Alone.

Enter Shadestar, former leader of EclipseClan. After her fling with Razorstar sort of jumped a cliff, she was cradled in the paws of Wolfwing, a tom who understood her. However, their relationship went too far, and she found that she was to bear him four kittens: Serpentkit, Oblivionkit, Pantherkit, and Daintykit. Serpentkit was a gray tabby she-cat, Oblivion a black tom, Pantherkit a dappled tom, and Daintykit was a tortie. Like his brother, Pantherkit, Oblivionkit was somewhat of a mischievous son but he didn't cause as much trouble as the former. He, however, did settle the little mutinies that Pantherkit never saw. Despite his brother's charm, there were some that wanted to jump him and teach him a lesson. But Oblivionkit looked out for his brother and made sure no one did anything to him. Shadestar never found out about it and Oblivionkit never told. He wasn't too close to his sister that much. She was sick a lot and had different views on playing.

When made an apprentice, he was given a she-cat named Royalspice. Eager to be an apprentice, he trained hard and long. However, tragedy hit when he was eight moons. When the two were on a patrol, a fox attacked, killing Royalspice and leaving Oblivionpaw half-alive. If it weren't for Serpentpaw and her mentor happening by and taking the tom back to Littlefox, he would've died. He was in a coma for half a year. When he woke up at fourteen moons, he found out that his siblings had become warriors but Serpentsong had suddenly disappeared not long thereafter. Now behind, he was granted a new mentor named Blackfang, who did his best to keep the young tom going so that he can become a warrior.

He became Oblivionpelt at 17 moons, named for his dark fur. Not much for romance, he was sort of oblivious to any advances made. He sort of focused himself on helping the Clan out, which didn't go so well due to his bad temper that he regretted. He often found himself shut-out. The one thing he was good at was fighting battles. He helped fight in the Tribe battle and the occasional scuffle with MoonClan, and has fought against foxes and badgers.

I lick my wounds trying to cleanse the infection.
Rabid and diseased,
reality fades away.
When I pushed myself too far,
a dream of emotional perfection
has left a wounded heart.

SHADESTAR && RAZORSTAR !! parents
DAINTYFOOT && PANTHERSTEALTH && SERPENTSONG !! siblings
GREBEWING && LILADANCE !! nieces
KINKAJOULEAP && COSTANOHEART && COBALTFLIGHT && WOLFPAW !! nephews
ROYALSPICE && BLACKFANG !! mentors

Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me,
it’s like squeezing the trigger.
It’s like opening fire
on everyone who’s let me down,
on every beautiful lie that is (that is only fiction)

Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world has made itself my enemy.
But I will stand upon my own two feet and raise, raise my head up

For the first time,
I’m losing control and I like it.
Freedom feels like the noose is gone.
For the first time,
I’m losing control and I like it.
Freedom feels like the noose is gone.

[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.