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Called x Lastfalling

Born x Male

Lived x 46 moons

Resides x BrightClan

Dubbed x Deputy

SEE ME AS IS x
Lastfalling has a different and certainly odd body shape. First of all he has a short and kind of short compact body that is thick with muscle with shoulders broad and strong looking. So even though he is sort of small, his body is compact into a muscled masterpiece. But what’s odd is past the body and down to the legs. They are as thin as sticks, each one of them and it's extremely amazing that he can hold up his thick body with such skinny legs. And they are long too, making him quite fast and still balanced. His paws seem small and dainty yet when battle time comes, they are covered in blood and extremely long dagger sharp claws are extended to take on the opponent. Leading from the back is a medium length but thick neck. On top of that neck is a medium sized round head, which he inherited from his father. Each ear is rounded and acute for listening. And each orb is a dark yellow near the outside but you look closer, the rings that get closer to the pupil turn into a dark amber color then vanishing into the black darkness.

This toms fur isn't kitten fur soft or silky in the sunlight. It's not perfect and a hassle to groom at times but Lastfalling doesn't mind it. He likes having his body covered in thick rough, almost prickly fur. He doesn't find it uncomfortable. It's not very long fur, not even medium length it's just very thick and long looking. Most of his body is covered in a ebony shade of black. A huge blotch that covers most of his back and down his sides is the color of black and around his neck is a ring of frosty white, leading up to his head white is all black except for a white splotch near his black nose. His belly, chest and the lower part of his neck are also the frost white color. Each thin leg and paw is white but his front left paw is a odd light pale gray near the pads. So light, it’s nearly impossible to notice. His tail is almost completely black, except a small white ring near the back of the tail, or near his behind.

WATCH YOUR STEP x
Lastfalling isn't what you would call a normal cat suitable for Deputy. Most Deputies are harsh and strong, as well has having a temper at times. Sure Lastfalling is strict but not in a mean or rude way. He isn't a huge fan of young cats goofing off when mice are passing right under their noses. He makes a wonderful mentor but this trait doesn't cause him to be precisely bossy, he just does not enjoy cats goofing off and usually has a bit of a talk. Lastfalling has a key rule and quote he uses often. "If you respect me, I respect you." Which is sort of like, "Treat others the way you want to be treated" yet he is the one talking to the other cats. He respects all cats, especially those with a higher rank or any rank at all. He also respects queens, elders, and senior warriors. Warriors and apprentices that deserve to be respected, he will respect but he has a strict policy about who he trusts fully enough to respect. He doesn't have any true enemies and hopes never to make one for he hates fighting and gets very sensitive about fighting with words since his father and him often fought. He is often friendly with most cats and is popular among his Clanmates, even though he was born a loner. Lastfalling has always been a brave cat, risking anything to protect his Clan, or in the beginning, his family. He is also honest and not once has he ever told a lie that would make a difference. Here and there a few white lies but they never affected the way others look upon him. Lastfalling rarely gets mad at anyone and is soft and gentle at heart, you just need to find that heart deep inside, even if it takes some digging. But what’s odd about him, is that he is very religious. Born in a monastery, he lived the ways of a monk as a young cat and grew to be like his mother. Oddly, he often gets dreams from StarClan and has a shrine buried somewhere in BrightClan territory...

LIVE MY LIVE x
Born of light--Aurora--and dark--Rowan, he--who was known as Jet at the time--had just turned two years old when his mother, Aurora, and her master, Jonathan, were separated. But before Aurora and her master were separated Rowan, Aurora, and Jet both lived in a small monastery on the side of a snowy mountain. The monastery was near a small village, where the three often roamed. They lived with the monks and did what monks did and what Aurora taught Jet to do. They often received dreams from ancestors as well as prayed often to them.
But when Jonathan died, the three ran and lived in a Twoleg barn for a year, but after Rowan was killed in a dog attack and Aurora took in a kit named Ash, she felt as if Jet was in the wrong place with her, that he deserved a better life. She couldn’t be the best mother to him and decided to give him to the Clans. Jet became a BrightClan warrior named Lastfalling (because of the fact that the medicine cat predicted that a future deputy would enter the Clan when the last autumn leaf fell, and the fact that he was the last and only kit that survived).
When he became a warrior, (after being evaluated by Cinnabarcloud, of course) he was thirty-seven moons old and he never saw his mother again, though he heard mixed stories of her, everything from stealing kits to leading a horde of StarClanners into war against the rogues. At this time, he drilled himself hard in the core curriculum that his mother had taught him--self-discipline; courage; benevolence; respect; honesty; honor; loyalty, filial piety; and wisdom. He was rewarded with an apprentice named Craftpaw, but when the tom became a warrior and given the name Craftcross, he suddenly left without warning. This left forty-one-moon-old Lastfalling with a vacancy in that department, along with a mate.

VIEW MY MASTER x
( this post is a tryout post from another site )
Spring. It was like the pathway to StarClan. So many words to describe the beautiful season. It was lively, birds chirping, crickets making that sound when they rub their feelers together, and of course, kits playing. All kits loved to play in the spring. It was like spring was the playing time of the year. Not too hot, not too cool, unless it rained. To the Twolegs, it was the beginning of April. To the cats in ThunderClan, it was only the beginning of spring. Every little detail of spring made it more and more enjoyable, like the butterflies and blooming flowers, the blue skies and big puffy white clouds. Scorchkit loved every little bit of it. He loved to sit outside of the nursery and gaze at the beautiful landscape that surrounded him.

Everything would have been perfect, if only his two brothers weren’t playing their little games. The young kit had noticed that the one game was when Driftkit was an enemy rogue while Thymekit was Leader of ThunderClan. They would go rolling in the dusty clearing, fighting like they were really in a battle. Once and a while Scorchkit would participate in the game as Deputy but he usually had more fun watching. After a while, his brothers stopped offering and just let him to sit at the entrance, watching, waiting.

He wanted to do something exciting with his life, like go off and build up his own Clan. He would have a trustworthy Deputy and a wise Medicine Cat. He would have many warriors and apprentices, as well as queens and their kits. He would even have his own mate to comfort him when he would be sad. Driftkit and Thymekit could join his Clan if they wanted but he was sure that they wouldn’t want to be in a Clan with their own little brother as Leader. It was just little Scorchkit’s dream. It wouldn’t happen unless he was lucky. Scorchkit never seemed to be lucky.

Sighing, the little bright green-eyed kit’s gaze wandered around camp. His dear mother had been so busy lately with the kits and then being Leader of ThunderClan. She was talking to Hailstorm outside her den. She seemed to look worried, frightened, and also like she was far away from camp. She didn’t seem to be listening to the Deputy. She was daydreaming, off in her own world. Is she thinking about my father? Scorchkit thought. His mother had never mentioned anything about his father. It was like the siblings had no father.

The small white and tabby body shifted uncomfortably when his gaze fell upon a small tree stump that the kits used as a High Rock. Swirlkit, his one and only sister, used it for a corner that she spent her time alone. Every time Scorchkit tried to visit her, she would snap at him. So many times she had hurt his feelings but he wanted to get to know her better than anyone else. He sighed heavily and yawned. He didn’t really feel like going to see her today. She looked especially annoyed. What had happened to her this time? She was oh so sensitive. It could have been one word from her mother’s voice that sent her over the edge. How much Scorchkit wanted to understand her.

This tom wasn’t exactly curious, he just wanted to know things that other cats didn’t know. He wanted to be smart and appreciated by his intelligence. It might of sounded weird but it was true. Poor Scorchkit had always felt unappreciated. He didn’t speak up about it though. He was quiet and kept to himself most of the time. Most of the time. When Scorchkit spoke up it would be to his siblings, telling them what to do. Yes, he could be bossy at times but that was the only time he really spoke up but that didn’t mean he was weak. This small tom is willing to stand up for anyone he cares for, risk his life, and fight for his Clan. This young cat thought speaking was overrated. Body language was enough for Scorchkit. He didn’t need to speak to cats that knew him. They could tell how he was feeling by his expression and how he walked, sat, held his head, and so on.

His face was emotionless as he stared at a cloud that looked a little like Hailstorm. He had a long shaggy pelt but the cloud was more fluffy than shaggy. He had the same body shape though? Anyway, his mine wandered with thoughts. Who’s my father? What’s gotten to my mother’s head? What’s annoying Swirlkit? Will my brothers ever stop making those annoying squeaks and biting each other? So many things that were happening in this young cats life. Why? He was only a kit but he had so much on his mind. So much that he couldn’t sleep at night sometimes. His day depended on his mother, brothers and sister’s day. He cared about every one of them, even if they wondered why he sat there day after day. At least he thought during the day and not when night fell and sleep would consume him.

TO THE END x
Aurora; *Rowan = mother & father (mentors)
Ash = adopted brother
Craftcross = apprentice

* = Deceased

Other x Aurrie and I have consulted this a good few days. I am not just using Aurora's son. ^^

Codewords x Poison Tears Crash Down

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_Accepted