--Ashes--, |ashes|, we all fall {down}

[moonflower]

Name: Burntash
Age: 37 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:

A large grey tom with black legs, tail, and muzzle, and yellow eyes.

Description:

Burntash is very large-boned and well-muscled, with wide shoulders and thick limbs. His pelt is the grey color of ash, and of medium length. His paws and ankles are pure black, fading up his legs into dark grey, and then to the shade of the rest of his body. His tail is the same, half black, blending into grey. His face is flat and round, accented with two sharp yellow eyes. His muzzle is black up until his cheek bones, as if he had dipped his face into the same black stuff he waded through to color his legs. His features have probably never been graced with anything closer to a smile than an indignant smirk. He stalks around with his chest stuck out and his head held high, as if he’s just daring some cat to say they’re better than him.

Personality:

Burntash is a very proud tom-cat, proud of his powerful body, and his status among his Clan, and his battle skills. He is always parading around with his tail in the air, acting as if no one in the world matters but him. He will rarely make a humble remark, or compliment any other cat than himself. Of course, he will suck up to cats in a higher position than himself, if only to gain more power and authority, or at least act like he has more. Even when he has to go on patrol or hunt with other warriors, he’ll still act as if he’s better, as if he does twice as much work as anyone else, which is certainly not true. He rarely shows his true feelings, or opens up to any cat, as his whole persona is masked over with a big attitude of superiority. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, but the way he behaves, most would probably believe he’s only thinking of himself.

Experience:

Burntash was the largest of his litter, and grew stronger and more quickly than any of his littermates. He would always dominate the gamesthey played, and often got in trouble for playing too rough and hard with the other kits. He was a loud-mouth to begin with, always speaking out, and at the start this wasn’t so much of a problem, as he just spoke his mind, and rarely told anything that wasn’t obvious- he just pointed out what needed to be seen. But as he grew older, greed and ambition began to take seed, and he started closing up. His tongue sharpened and his attitude turned nasty and haughty. He always acted as if he were so much better than all the other apprentices, and they began to dislike him for that. In some cases, it was true- he was very strong and fit for battle, and had quick wits and a sharp mind. But he centered his world around himself, and so often forgot what was the true meaning of being a Clan cat, a warrior in the service of his Clan and bound by the warrior code. By the time he was made a warrior, he had hardly any friends save for those who were like him- just machines who worked when they absolutely had to, and took what they needed to survive. It wasn’t much of a life, and in some eyes he was hardly fit to be called a Clan cat, but he was strong and would fight when necessary, so his position was not questioned as much as it could have been.

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[raid]

Since Lynx isn't here...

xx accepted