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[LYNX ♥]

Name: Swarhypaw
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Apprentice
Short Description:

An arrogent, aggresive huge black tom.

Description:

Swarthypaw is nearly a warrior, but it looks like he's been one for seasons already, which is strange, he doesn't even have the slightest resemblance to an apprentice at all anymore. He's been out-of-place-huge like this all of his life, but it usually comes in handy, for it makes him a formidable opponent, and not only that, but it's real good for him and flirting with the ladies. Since he's had this hugeness his whole life, he could master it at a young age, now Swarthypaw's all grace and polish when he moves.

It's strange at first, so see Swarthypaw, for his liquid movememts, for one, but also the dark, well, swarthy, hue of his glossy pelt keeps him so well hidden in the forest and in the shadows. All of a deep, pure, inky black, flooding over his lean, muscular bodice and making the tom into one great shadow himself.

Swarthypaw's eyes, in great contrast to his attractive body are nothing special, and, in another contrast, the lightest green-tinted amber imaginable, so that, even in twilight, Swarthypaw will be visible as long as his eyes are open.

Personality:

In all honesty, there is nothing at all pleasant about Swarthypaw aside form his dashing looks. On occasion, he flirts, but he thinks so highly of himself, that he won't be found doing it often, rather they should come to him, those ignorant she-cats! Speaking of ignorant, that's probably a perfect word to describe him, next to arrogent and abraisive, chafing the personalities of almost everyone else around him. Swarthypaw gets in fights daily, whether verbal or elsewise. After a while most cats learn to respect his cockiness, out of fear for sure.

Experience:

As was mentioned before, Swarthypaw is huge, and always has been which means birthing was definately not easy for his mother. In fact, she didn't not make it through. She died birthing him, he had to be taken out, unfortunately, for his mother was one of the most loved she-cats in the clan. All the elders chatted and whispered about Swarthypaw; the BIG kit. Soon enough, he was the size of an apprentice, and still a youngling. Another thing from Swarthypaw's tragic birth- he was first born, since his mom died while having him, well- let's just say he's got no siblings. But this didn't mean he was lonely. Other kits adored him unendingly, he was the big guy! Too bad he was so sour. No one could guess why, but him. It's because of all those dang nagging grown-ups, always whispering that no good would come of him, well, they certainly didn't help.

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OMG RETURN OF SEXYCAT.

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