how strong do you think i am? [flyingheron]

[fernie. (:]

if i don't cry, do you think i don't feel? flyingheron

if i look away, it doesn't mean i don't see tom

and just because i want someone when i'm alone 50 moons

doesn't mean i'm helpless, that i can't stand on my own serenityclan

how far can we go before we break? warrior

how long can i wait?

click.
Flyingheron is quite a muscular cat, his shoulders packed with extra strenght. He isn't a very big cat but can make himself look huge when he wants to. His fur is of medium length, and is soft and silky to the touch. It has a pure, snow white base, and ginger patches layered over the top. The ginger covers the top of his back and the back of his head, and he has one spot on his muzzle. The tip of his tail is white, and the ginger and white mix together at his stomach to make streaks of both colours next to each other. As the two colours merge, his pelt gets slightly longer under his belly, but not so much that it gets straggly and untidy.
Flyingheron has quite a fox-like face, his muzzle quite prominent and pointed. His ears are a little bit large and perfectly symmentrical, fleshy pink visible from the inside of each. His chest is large and pronounced, and he has ling muscular legs ending with four snowy white paws, each one hiding a lethal sliver of silver claw under fleshy pink pads. Flyingheron's eyes are a very liquid shade of amber, almost topaz in colour. They are large and circled with a line of black. He has long, black and white whiskers protruding from bright white cheeks. His nose is also perfectly symmetrical and a peachy pink colour, outlined in a thin black, just like his eyes. He takes pride in his appearance and hates being dirty. His tail is long, and shaped like a coiled snake with a slight curl to the end of it. He always seems to have quite a guarded expression on his face, but when in battle his eyes blaze like molten lava, and his pupils all but disappear.

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how strong do you think i am?

Flyingheron is quite defensive around strange cats; he doesn't let them get close easily. To some he may come across almost as suspicious. But when a cat gets to know Flyingheron, they will see that he is just rather insecure. He is, however, very resourceful, and if ever a cat was trapped somewhere with him, no doubt he would amke use of the things he had to hand. If ever anyone needs a shoulder to cry on, this tom would be the ideal cat to come to as he is very sympathetic and can be quite the Agony Aunt with it. He hates to see anyone argue and will try to step in and resolve it peacefully if he can. This has resulted more than once in him coming between the blows and getting a few scratches for being in the way. He is very much a loner and enjoys very much the silence as he pads through the forest alone on a solo hunting mission, listening to the bubbling of hidden brooks and the whisper of the wind through the trees.

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how much can i take of this?

The two had grown up beside each other, barely bothering to get to know one another, until one day, everything changed. Call it the pull of nature, or whatever, but both Calanthespirit and Cougarpounce looked at each other differently. Barely warriors, they fell into a whirlwind romance and loved each other deeply. Calanthespirit found rather quickly that she was pregnant, and she wasn't too sure how she felt about that if she was honest wth herself. Then, disaster struck as Cougarpounce was slain in battle, never to return to her side. Calanthespirit's kits were soon born, and from her point of view she had been lumbered with an unnecessary burden. She left her kits to Dreamstep, the only friend she could confide in about her thoughts on the kits, and then fled, becoming Calanthe. Right before she went she named the kits, Flyingkit, Onyxkit, Runningkit and Waterkit. Whether it was the lack of a real mother or the pampering of their foster mother, the three siblings were never close, to each other or to her. This meant they didn't feel it as much as they should have when Dreamstep died protecting them in battle shortly after they were apprenticed.
Once apprenticed, Flyingpaw matured quickly and felt like finally he could become who he wanted to be. His mentor's name was Darkshadow, and always had a sinister atmosphere to him that Flyingpaw was uncomfortable with. He taught Flyingpaw well, however, being rather ruthless at times, and he learned a lot. It was a sad day, when he came back from a battle and bled to death from his wounds. Flyingpaw was always haunted by that image. He was given another mentor, Cloudfire, and he learned a lot also from his different style of teaching. Flyingpaw was proud of himself the day he received his warrior name, Flyingheron, but was rather sad that none of his parents were there to share it with him. During his apprenticeship he had a sweet friendship with a she-cat named Lilypond, and they grew extremely close. They confessed their love to each other a few moons into their warriorhood, and she became pregnant quickly. It was a hard birth though, and both she and the one tiny kitten didn't make it. Flyingheron was more withdrawn around other cats after that, and didn't really get close to anyone.

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am i a rock, or a rose, or a fist?

mother calanthe
father cougarpounce
sister runningcloud
brothers onyxstealth, waterpulse
mentors Darkshadow, Cloudfire
mate Lilypond

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or the breath at the end of a kiss?

poison tears crash down

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[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.