Post by lexi on Aug 27, 2009 1:27:21 GMT -5
Name: Bearheart
Age: Thirty seven moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: TempestClan
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:
Age: Thirty seven moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: TempestClan
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:
A large, muscular brown tabby with cold yellow eyes.Description:
Seems innocent enough for Tempestclan, no? A big brown tabby tom, a good amount of muscle, and plenty of it to throw around. He might even be handsome, if freaks are your type. Like any cat, he has many different shades of brown. You cannot merely say that Bearheart is a 'Big brown tabby'. It simply will not do. So bear with me; Around his chest, especially, there are rings of softer Carmel. Naturally, his tubby little fore-legs have darker black rings around them, which grow slowly darker as they wind up his leg until they reach large paws. 'Know how some cats have a wild-cat build and some... Just don't? He's one that does. Long, lanky legs seem to make his muscled body extend, and Bearheart uses them to his great pleasure for leaping. Like, leaping clan barriers. The usual. The makings on his gangly legs are almost bengal-like, extremely dark chocolates. Oddly, the rest of his body, his back and sides, are faintly enough marked. There's a bit of white on his belly, but not enough to really count. Now, once you've looked over him as an opponent, as a friend, or what-have-you, eyes may be drawn to his cold, calculating yellow gaze. Full as moons, they sit casually enough on his head, low, and slanted just a bit. Though the average tabby has eye markings, his are especially strange, little waves that could very well be whiskers curled in delight. (Yeah, right!) Along with his lanky, wild cat appearance, Bearheart has a long darkly striped tail. Usually, you'll find it lashing on out behind, like it has a mind of it's own. As far as his facial features go, he's got a petite little nose, and very small, curtly shaped mouth. Watch out for the sharp teeth inside, little kitties!Personality:
Bearheart's name says it all! Though you might think of a bear hug, or perhaps you may know that bears really aren't that dangerous, trust me on this one, Bearheart's plenty!Experience:
He can actually be kind to his own clan, but if you ignore his orders... Well, to find those cats- Oh, never mind. Just look for the survivors, and tell us if you find any. Cold as cold can be to outsiders, he's not big on trust, so with Bearheart, alliances are few. It's truly a lucky thing he has his leader, Banestar, to keep him under control, or it's likely he'd send the whole clan into a disarray. A natural born leader but a bit of a stubborn fellow (Well, more than a bit...), he's rather sarcastic with an awfully dry sense of humor. Truly the model Tempestclan cat, he can bring out the best of a battle and the worst in enemies! Really, to get a picture in your mind, why not just think of a big bear? A big bear, in fact, that holds more grudges than a badger has teeth? A big bear, really, who's only giving you what you want now so he can stab you in the back later. But no worries, if you're in Tempestclan. As said before, he's fairly controlled among his clan. At times, you'd swear he was even friendly...
Born a rather large kitten, Bearkit was always the one getting blamed for the fights. Usually, the blame wasn't any closer to the truth, what with the aggressive nature he displayed at an early age. Bearkit grew a bit out of it, it was thought by his father, Bloodwolf, but really, he just got smarter. His greed and need for power only continued to grow until he became a warrior, named Bearheart for his attitude and also possibly for his loyalty to Tempestclan. It's hard to determine which, seeing as no cat would speak much of the latter to his face. Some cats would say that the mysterious death of his mother, Nightgaze, was the result of his constant pursuit in power, and perhaps even for the dark training Bloofwolf was teaching him behind, if you will, closed doors. His father died moons later, after successfully passing on his skill to his blood-thirsty son. When he was twenty seven moons old, a few cats learned of the birth of kittens to a rogue mother. All was denied by Bearheart, accompanied by a sly grin. Like Tempestclan cared anyway, right?Picture:
The kittens were never discovered, nor was the identity of their rogue mother, though to be insane.
Perhaps she was, to have ever loved such a cat as Bearheart.
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