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Post by razor on Feb 19, 2007 8:06:30 GMT -5
[take a peak]
[bless me];
Arborwhisp
[grace me a];
Tom-cat.
[time's ticking];
Twenty-eight Moons. [28]
[my loyalty];
Clan.
[look up to me as];
Warrior.
[paint me];
Streak after streak of lush silver gray coats the slim bodice of the tom, covering him completely in color. Arborwhisp lives up to his name the way he is built, Arbor of course meaning Willow Tree in Latin. His body itself is fairly willowy, stretched out long and slim. His paws are fairly small though fit in snugly with the rest of him. With limbs that are long and what some could call slender give him quite a fluid movement about him. It would be called almost feminine how he looked if it wasn't for the muscles that lace his body. Arborwhisps pelt is really quite a sight, is a smoothed over in gently stripes of silver gray, tinged in light hints of blue. White melts into the silver and creates quite a strange affect, its like his pelt itself is mix between light and darkness. His whiskers are long and white, faint lines of black hit just a few of them. On his cheeks and throat there is a faint dusting of light creamy brown though it can barely be seen. Two deep pools of soft forest green create the hue of his eyes, cracks of a darker green blend in also giving them that calm touch. His pupils are never really seen very big, they just look like slits most of the time. Arborwhisps ears are to be considered rather big though not huge, they are a soft peachy color and are blanketed in a a thin sheet of grey fur.
[how I swing];
Arborwhisp is to be considered quite a strange Tom, he isn't like most cats are. He is like his Clan is, a mix of darkness and light. it doesn't mean he is a bad Warrior at all, he cares more about his Clan than he does his own life. He hated any kind of pain being set down upon them or any other hassle, its what makes him rather ruthless too. He'll step across the line and do anything to keep them healthy, this meaning he'll steal prey from other, he'll start battles; anything. Bi-polar is a word to describe him in short, he can have his mood swings one that throw him into anger then happiness. Most of Clan are used to this though to new people in his life, it often takes them a while to adapt. Arborwhisp also has an admiration for birds, not one cat knows why it is, possibly to do with his past. When you reach the caring side of Arborwhisp that most find a struggle to reach, it is pleasant. He can be gentle and thoughtful when he wants to be, it just doesn't appear that often.
[take a step back];
His Mother and Father met one night at the grand Selene Falls, this while on a patrol. The hunting patrol containing Mothpaw and the Evening patrol with Starlingpaw has stopped to have a brief discussion. During that discussion Startlingpaw and Mothpaw had agreed to meet in the same spot again in a few hours. So they did, thinking it as a friendly meeting though it turned into so much more. They ended up falling in love with each other under the light of the moon and eventually having kits at the same spot. They only had three however, Blackkit, Chickkit and Arborkit. There was nothing wrong with what they did, it was hardly against the code or anything. So happy and content with themselves they traveled back to camp and continued living the way they used too, untill, like most things go-- Tragedy struck. There was a Hawk attack in camp, Arborkit, Blackkit and little Chickkit had been mind there own business when the hulking great bird came along. It had went for a dive in on the helpless kittens and was heading for Arborkit yet then the strangest thing happened. A jay flapped out of the under growth and blocked the attack, falling victim to the Hawks talons itself. The two birds had tussled for a short white before the Hawk struck again, this time only snatching Chickkit and flying off. Mothpaw had been heart broken and lived in great sorrow for a while untill what remained of her daughters body was discovered. A crow was picking at it when they found it, feasting on the mangled flesh. It only really added to the sorrow of the family yet was soon over-rode when ceremonies started. Mothpaw and Starlingpaw became Mothwing and Starlingflight and each of there kittens where apprenticed. The moons passed and soon the Apprentices where made into warriors, well at least Arborpaw was. Blackpaw had been held back for some reason yet was made Blackbird around a moon after the newly named Arborwhisp.
[blood of mine];
Mama - Mothwing
Papa - Starlingflight
Sisi - Blackbird
Sisi - Chickkit
[loving you];
None.
[secret word];
Poison Tears Crash Down.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 19, 2007 9:22:15 GMT -5
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Post by razor on Feb 19, 2007 9:54:42 GMT -5
Yeah, I got lazy. ^^ [/center] |
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