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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 9, 2011 10:39:12 GMT -5
NAME// Umbrefang
AGE// Thirty-one moons
GENDER// Tom
CLAN// CelestialClan
DESIRED POSITION// Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// A chocolate shaded tom with pearly markings and mischievous leafy green eyes.
DESCRIPTION// Lean Umbre-machine has a pelt of short-hair, which is almost entirely a hue of delicious, mocha brown. Earthy, muddy tones are also apparent throughout his fur. An ivory patch spreads across the medium-length tufts of fur on his chest, and the only other instance of white appears as a sock on his fron left leg. The stretches up his limb until the upper portion of his foreleg. His nose is healthy, notably moist, and the same umbre-shade as the rest of his lithe body. A bit on the smaller than average size for a male, his build is not completely uncommon. Muscles strung tightly to his bones with pliable ligaments, he is a fitful warrior. Umbrefang's most common battle move is that of biting his opponent with his razor sharp teeth. His eyes are nothing special, just a splash of olive and emerald in an eternal blitz outlined by obsidian.
PERSONALITY// This lovely boy possesses just a touch of the rotten vanity that has overcome CelestialClan. He's nervous when he gets a bit dirty, and it's quite common for him to lick at his paw only to drag it across a 'dusty' patch of his body. Mister Umbrefang has one hell of a dangerous aura surrounding him. With his fierce fighting skills and seductive ways, it's a surprise to many that he isn't as malicious as some cats believe him to be. Umbrefang likes eavesdropping, sneaking about, and can, and will, tell outrageous lies from time to time.
Friends and enemies alike have certain bones to pick with this guy, but he doesn't let their little squabbles ruin his day. In fact, arguing here and there is how Umbrefang usually wakes up in the morning. With a tongue as sharp as thorns and ferocity running quickly through his veins, his abominable fury is enough to make any cat feel diminutive after a stony glances accompanied with harsh words. When she's around the few friends she manages to keep, this she-cat tends to be a bit loquacious and tentative to let silence fill the air.
Kits are nothing special to him, and the same goes for apprentices. Umbrefang highly doubts he'll ever father or be given either as the young ones in the Clan tend to make him a bit grumpy (more so than usual!). Loud noises and excessive fighting gives Umbrefang strong headaches that tend to stick around for a bit and make him as irritable as an agravated adder that's been starved for a week. Likewise, the tom tends to stick his head out of his den after every other cat's woken up and gotten their freshkill. That way there's less of a chance he might encounter...well, anyone that'd like to get him in a fluster before he's wide awake.
His greatest downfall is that he never manages to say the right thing when it's truly important. Most of his actions have little to no thought behind them and he tends to go by instinct or what immediately seems right. Battling and hunting comes easily to him, but what he gains in that area he tends to lack in the social area that isn't considered flirting. Umbrefang is, like all other cats, imperfect, but he sure as hell doesn't let anyone know that. The love of this tom's life could admit it to him and he'd still be as clueless as ever. Therefore, he sticks to short little blips with she-cats instead of anything meaningful. Maybe that'll change someday.
EXPERIENCE// nooo thank youuu.
OTHER// ..hi raid. xD [/blockquote] |
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Post by raid on Jun 9, 2011 11:13:43 GMT -5
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hi lily xD
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