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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 16, 2011 12:44:01 GMT -5
NAME// Emberblade
AGE// forty-four moons
GENDER// male
CLAN// TempestClan
DESIRED POSITION// Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// a dark, forboding tom with an ebony pelt and glittering, emerald eyes.
DESCRIPTION// Emberblade's long, sultry dark pelt swathes him in a cloak of the most pitch-dark shade. His build is strong, with large, timeworn muscles for helping him manuever not just TempestClan's territory, but it's large tree home. His claws are sharpened and always ready for battle, though he typically does not hunger for it. They aid him in climbing up the great heights of the hollowed tree that his Clan calls home and to pull himself out of the mud by the shore. His eyes are a brilliant emerald, and shine close around the edges with a paler green. Whiskers of obsidian, the dark tone fades into a slight grey-hued ivory toward the ends. He's handsomely fluffy, but not all of its fur. Emberblade is quite large, but not much of him is what most cats would call fat. Sure, he's got some here and there, but most of him is muscle. He's a hardy tom with a strong, stocky build swathed in long, dark fur. Handsome for some, just another cat in the Clan for others. His pelt is typically clean as he tries to keep it silky smooth unless he's having a lazy day. Emberblade's built for fighting and battle rather than stealth, though his swarthy pelt leads him a hand in staying hidden.
PERSONALITY// Dark emotions masked by malevolence hide within his ever-glittering eyes, and not for many seasons have tears bubbled over and accompanied a sob. Oh, no, Emberblade's not one for "sad" feelings. Instead he just gets frustrated and finds himself in awkward places now and again. He's mysteriously polite to everyone, and even talks as if he's in another time. His eyes look haunted when he awakes in the middle of the night or even early morning. Though he keeps it all inside, he can be seen flashing a lovely she-cat a flirtatious line or two and even a bright, flashy grin. It's keeping himself busy with something that gives him a certain essence to his mask. He's not necessarily good at hunting, but he's quite good at melting into the shadows and stalking after someone late at night. Er...Emberblade's good at tracking, yes. There's always a glint of mischief in his eyes, but only he knows what's up. Sometimes it'd be best for him to lay off the extra piece of fresh-kill, but he'd like to see the cat that would actually try to tell him that. Good luck to them leading a normal life. He's very cross around the medicine cat, and he has his reasons. His anger is bright and fiery, and his tongue and claws combine for a sharp, shredded mess of things. It would take him a lot to turn against another clanmate. He's not aware he's only half-clan, but there's bound to be someone old enough out there that would expose him. Right? 
EXPERIENCE// Ember was born on the very outskirts of TempestClan territory to a pretty female loner named Ash and an unknown TempestClan warrior. He was found and taken in, thought to be a lost kit from another Clan or simply just a starving piece of loner scrap when in reality, he was where he needed to be most. Emberkit then was abandoned by his mother and left in the hands of one of the nursery queens. He was well taken care of and no cat ever spoke of him not being a pure Clan cat.
It's said that he grew too close to one of the dead medicine cats, and that when she lost their kits she took her own life down at the marshy shore. Whether that's what really happened or not, Emberblade's definitely not telling. Afterall, it's his business if anything did happen, and there's no one to back up anyone else's story. So that's that.
OTHER// --- [/blockquote] |
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jun 23, 2011 14:34:22 GMT -5
finish this please. {:
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 24, 2011 18:19:15 GMT -5
finished. C:
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jun 25, 2011 17:44:00 GMT -5
xx accepted
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