Post by ist whitehkaze<33 on Jan 10, 2009 22:30:20 GMT -5
[/left]NameKazeDefinitionI honestly don't know xD It's Japanese, though, I know that much.Means wind.GendertomAge35 moonsClannoneRankrogueLooks
He's not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, but he has his own cuteness, or so say some she-cats. His head has the classic 'triangular' shape that a usual cat has, emphasized by his tall, wide, pointed ears. His muzzle is narrow, pointed almost, and situated on the end there is a soft nose that's hued a peachy shade of pink. His legs are long and thin, the paws that end them nicely sized but dirty from the lack of grooming. His pads, which should be a sweet shade of pink and soft to the touch, are stained black and rough with scars from the hot pavement of the Twolegplace, which is where Kaze primarily hangs out. All of his claws are in tact, not having torn any over his thirty-five moons of life. His body is slim, and if you squint you might notice he is slightly underfed, due to the fact he does not have cutsie little Clanmates thronging around him. He has little muscle, although that does not exactly mean he is some puny little kit. Kaze's tail is long and kinky, and the underside of it is stained with multiple stains -- grass stains, pavement stains, dirt, ect. -- from him dragging it along behind him when he walks-- or shall I say, limps?
Kaze's pelt is short and smooth with a silken feeling to the touch, although don't expect to get close enough to stroke it in your lifetime. He has the coloration of a tuxedo cat, a bland mixture of black and white. His back is saddled with a featureless, pitch-black that goes down the backs of his forelegs to leave his frontal area mostly white, except for his head and right flank, which are both black. And his head isn't completely black, either. His cheeks are a clean white, and the white begins to curl up his muzzle, but it ends before white meets white, leaving his chin black. His underbelly and tail-tip are both white, which leaves his whole rear end a nightly black. He's like a colorless TV show, black and white only, I'm afraid. His eyes however are a bright, piercing yellow, standing out very distinctly among all the black on his face. As for lesser colors on his body.. his fangs are a yellowish color, whiskers a milky white, and tongue a healthy shade of pink.
As for his limping gait, you obviously need a reason... His rear left leg is bum, useless, and difficult to put weight on. It causes him twinges of pain every now and then, but nothing he can't handle. However, he cannot run effeciently with that leg, causing him a great disability when hunting. Because of his bum leg, he usually either has to growl at some fat kittypet to steal its food -- which he isn't especially fond of, the only bit he enjoys eating being the cream or milk -- scrounge around in Twoleg garbage for scraps, or corner his prey in a place where it has no escape and bat it around a bit until it's open for the killing bite. Or he might sneak a bite out of food that female Twolegs set out on the windowsill to cool. Ohh, yes, those tasty morsels are his favorite to get at.Actions
Kaze's sharpest feature is his biting sarcasm and wit, and no matter who you are you will recieve no respect from this cat, so I wouldn't get my hopes up too high if I were you. Kaze is very clever with his words, making his wise cracks and jokes comical while at the same time stinging, although his behaviour borders on antisocial, so he does not seek out cats just to satisfy his need to spit sarcastic remarks and smart insults. He lives a very lonely life, not really caring about others or wishing for the company of another. In fact, he doesn't seem to care about himself. Well.. that goes for his appearance, anyway. He doesn't groom his pelt very often and is usually untidy and unkept. Nor does he care what or who others percieve or see him as. Kaze also has a great deal of pride, and his instinct to preserve that pride far surpasses his need for self-preservation. He will not swallow it, chew it, throw it away.. His pride is all he's got, and he's keeping it. And, Kaze likes getting his way and taking control. He's a control-seeker and gets irritated when he loses that control.
This is a cat who needs constant mind-stimulation [or whatever xD]. He's like a collie or one of those other seriously annoying, hyperactive[though he can hardly be called hyper] dogs: don't give him something to do, he eats your couch; make everything easy and give him no challenges in life, your rug becomes less than a dish towel; ignore him, hand comes off. He loves puzzles, although very few intriuge him enough for him to pursue and solve them. He is interesting by very little actually, and he won't comply or fold and do anything that he finds boring. While some cats have the "Messiah complex", they need to "save the world", Kaze has the "Rubik's complex"—he needs to "solve the puzzle".
But he has a "human side", or in this case, a "cat side". Or atleast something very near to it. But that side of him, the side where he can actually care about someone and not see them as merely another cat, is very rarely seen. Kaze's antisocialness drives him to conceal his emotions for someone if they actually have any meaning, whilst other times he will always speak his mind, no matter who it hurts. Kaze is very gaurded about trusting someone or having feeling for anything as, despite his willingness to inflict mental pain upon others, is very sensitive to pain. And that goes for both the physical pain, the pain that comes with an injury or illness, as well as mental pain, the pain of being left by someone his 'cat side' took a liking to.PastKaze was born as a rogue, not being one of those cute little "half-Clan" kitties that were usually the case. No, he is a true-blue rogue, not a trace of Clan in his bloodline. And he's proud of that, too. Anyway, his parents met like most rogues do.. "Just hunting"... Just trying to survive, to subsist in this harsh world. Anyway, it was not this stupid "love at first sight" stupidity that every fairytale seems to convey. No, they actually quite hated each other, to tell you the truth. Kazuki was a caustic tom, Shaya was friendly but was prickly when opposed and defied. It was a stormy night they met, the dancing clouds and rolling thunder promising an angry cloudburst at the least, at the most it could turn out to be a horrifying thunder and lightning storm, along with the winds and rain to wreak havoc among the forest. As the thunder growled and the lightning ripped and tore at the sky, there was one last crack, one last snarl of thunder before...
Before it began to drizzle lightly.
Taking the thunder's ominous snarls as a warning to seek shelter, Shaya and Kazuki took refuge in an abandoned fox's den. So, as they waited out what they thought to be the most descructive storm they had ever seen while breathing through their noses to avoid scenting the dusgusting smell of the fox den, they started to form a bond of friendship. Which was quickly shrivelled and burned once they saw the slight puddles outside, as they growled at each other, insulting eachother's storm-reading skills and complaining about how disgusting that den was. But their bond had not completely withered away, as they stuck together from that night on for some reason. However, it was atleast three or four moons before they considered themselves mates.
And that was when Kaze took the stage.
Kaze was born in a litter of two, and he barely survived, but his single sibling died shortly after birth when it was unable to breathe. Kaze's litter was Shaya's first, and last, litter, as after that she was mysteriously infertile. But Kaze was loved like he was a dozen sons, and Shaya was a fine mother. A fine single mother. Kazuki was taken by Twolegs as she and him had been strolling through the Twolegplace a week or so before Kaze was born. Kaze bore a striking resemblance to his father, so Shaya decided to 'sort of' name him after her mate. Kazuki was nicknamed "Kazu", so to make the name original but still sound alike, she changed it to "Kaze" and gave the kit his name.
Kaze grew up like any other kit except for the fact that he had never known his father. He lived a very uneventful life, learning to hunt from his mother and eventually leaving her when it was time for him to make a life of his own. However, his life took an unexpected turn when he was struck by a monster. No, not literally a 'moster', not a car, but a monsterous Twoleg. He was napping on the open windowsill of a twoleg den, tired from a long day's worth of hunting, when suddenly he heard the angry yowling of a furious Twoleg. He was about to coolly leap down and scamper away, but before he could even budge, he was smacked over the head by.. by.. something. He didn't know what, he only knew that it hurt like a swarm of bees-- no, worse than bees; wasps. Then he was dealt a blow to his right left leg, and this was no ordinary blow to the leg like it was with his head, he was stabbed. Blood fountained out of his leg, and he hadn't realized he'd ran full-speed away and into an alley until he collapsed in an overturned dumpster. There he slipped into unconsiousness.
When he had awoke, his leg was swollen and painful, and colored an angry red--- infected with something. His leg was shot with pain, and with a horrible feeling he realized that, whatever this infection was, it was feasting on his leg. By the time a young Twoleg found him, the infection had almost taken him. But he was taken to the Cutter and stuck with needles and shut in a cage until he was as healthy as a horse. But then he grew to hate being fed by a needle. The next time a Twoleg opened his cage, he went for its face, and as it leapt back with surprise, he fled out of the cage and somehow made it to the outside. There, the sunlight blinded him, and his leg was excruciatingly painful, but he managed to limp to an alley, where he cornered a mouse and proceeded to beat it to death, as he was unable to leap and grab it. Oh, how long had it been since he'd had a mouse?
From that single mouse, he developed a different hunting style, although now he mostly steals his food. From then on, his life was very uneventful, being the same routine of survival each day up until now.In Character
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Naara stretched out her foreleg and ran a soft tongue down the silken fur, seeming to be unconcerned by this dangerous cat's closeness and obvious ability to kill her. But, of course, she was the tiniest bit concerned. Being killed by her cute little possible-equal was not the way she wanted to go. Not that she would, anyway. This tom might be the perfect picture for brute strength and great intelligence, but she was the perfect example of agility and genius. Agility could beat strength in a race, strength could beat agility in a fight. Agility and strength together..
The thought of having a partner that was not only immensely powerful but was almost -- if not as -- intelligent as she... well, it made Naara shiver to think of such power that could bo contained in her paws. But of course, if she even planned for this tom to be anything close to a parter, she would have to promise something to him.. Something.. Had she not gotten the feeling he wanted her? That prickle in her fur, yes. Perhaps she could offer her body to him? No, he would only use her for a time, gain what little trust he could, and then toss her away once his wishes were fufilled. Maybe she could offer him a mutual relationship? Oh, yes, that could, that would, benefit them both. Naara, Naara, Naara.. she chanted her name inside her mind. I surprise myself with these ideas.. Perhaps he has already thought of it himself? He is, afterall, something close to my equal, I will admit as much....
Naara felt the impulse to yowl with triumph as the tom bowed his head, but she resisted, still pessimistic about her sucess. Good, good.. I was right about that glitter in his eyes. she instantly thought, realizing he was about to fold and take off that friendly mask that he wore, that he would reveal his true nature. Or maybe that was only part of a possible plan, Naara considered that. He was intelligent, he could scheme just as she, so it was a high possibility that he had a plan in wait. The gray and white she-cat licked her nose deliciously as Flamestripe mewed, "Yes, I'm not quite the perfect deputy," before taking a menacing step towards her. Naara, still confident that agility could beat strength in running if it came down to him suddenly attacking, did not flinch or take a step back. But she contemplated a few moves if he did something unexpected.
Naara rasied an eyebrow quizzically at his next words. She felt no real attraction toward him.. But he was handsome, oh yes, he certainly did seem quite delicious, so to speak. But she was not going to admit that. She would not admit anything if she felt that this tom could somehow use it to manipulate her. However, why not play along? "You seem to want to do something with me- to me. You seem like you want a part of it, like you want me." were the tom's exact words. Naara's eyes widened with curiousity at the words "want a part of it". Was 'it' a plan? Or was it merely some obnoxious cover-up for something else?
Naara, slowly, easily, circled around the tom in a close ring with her slinking gait. Her gait resembled that of a tiger's; her hackles poking upwards under her pelt, head low, eyes endlessly watching, almost staring. Naara tightened the ring around the tom until her tail brushed under his chin and her pelt rubbed slightly against his. She lied slickly, the perfect, most practiced actor could not have pulled it off. "Can you read minds, too?" her breath tickled his left ear, voice silken, dreamy green eyes alluring.
Relationships/Kin
Mate: *scoff*
Kits: *scoffs again* xD
Father || Mother: Kazuki || Shaya
Siblings: none that he knows of
Other
Thankyouuu Brindz for ze manip >
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