howlshade [-] zephyrclan [-] male

[sakiel]

NAME// Howlshade
AGE// 24 Moons
GENDER// Male
CLAN// ZephyrClan
DESIRED POSITION// Warrior, but in the future if it may be available, deputy
SHORT DESCRIPTION// A black and white tom with the face of an evil angel and the glinting emerald eyes of that of a schemer


DESCRIPTION//

BODY xx
Down in the west valley, when the crows would caw at the arrival of a new deceased body in their midst, the winds would howl and great storms would beckon those most cunning and wild to their dangerous borders. Much like the winds that rock the earth in those days, this male feline has a body that's lithe yet muscular, and can easily pinn down a female that's getting on his nerves. With strong long legs to carry him along the most vast of desert and a straight back to keep him in line with what he truly is - a monster born to wreak havoc upon those who testify against him - Howlshade seems to be an utterly normal looking creature despite the slight gimp of his back left leg from a brawl with a rogue feline back in his more rowdy days. Even though he's still young, back when he was a 'teen wolf', he loved to pick fights with the most dangerous of the pile.

PELT xx
To accompany his dark and brooding posture is that of his black and white sleek pelt. Ruffled when he's in a tiff or just aggravated, and like soft downy when he's lying about on the sunbaked rocks or earthen flooring, the black spots along his body seem to portray his personality traits. The two sides to his mind - The white and the black.

EYES xx
Not so common to this bad boy, however, is the color of his eyes - An emerald green that seems to haunt the very prisoner that gazes back into those depth-defying orbs. They possess the ability to cause chaos just by the swimming waters of his variety of shades in those of the mirror that looks out into the world. Anger builds up in those eyes until it is seen plain as day by any onlooker. Sadness causes those clear evergreen waters to cloud up to the point of looking like a brewing herbal concoction. Any type of emotion and it's sure to be betrayed by those windows of his.

PERSONALITY//

BLACK HOWL xx
Like what was mentioned back a few paragraphs, his two sided personality accompanies his appearance. The violent, brooding, and dark half of his brain is that of Black Howl. With this part possessing the rest of his actions and thinking patterns, all he can do to keep himself in control is lock his claws into the soft earth and hope that his jaws don't come undone from their locked position of gritting, or else all of his figurative demonic self would break loose.

WHITE HOWL xx
Opposite to his dark demeanor, White Howl is that of the good, innocent, and pure Howlshade. Keeping to himself, shy, and willing to do anything in order to get on someone's good side, this part of him is usually never seen by outsiders. Only those that hold a special place in his heart are lucky enough to be treated by this better side of his brain - This happier and peaceful side. The last person to experience this pure part of him was his mother, Ravenoak, back when he was just a little kitten. Having it been that long since he had let it loose, Howlshade is definitely terrified by this better half of himself, and tends to lock it away, no matter how he feels.

EXPERIENCE//

KITTENHOOD xx
He closed his eyes again as he rested back into the safety and warmth of his nest in the nursery. Mm.. It was a wonderful feeling, the warmth that was being provided by his mother. He absolutely loved and adored his mother, and would never wish any harm or illness to take her. Finally standing when he received a familiar lick on the head, he yawned and stretched before beginning to exit the safety of the den before he was yanked back by his tail, and he whipped around to stare into the eyes of Ravenoak, and now noticed that she was trembling. "What's wrong, mum?" he asked, her uneasiness causing him to be edgy, as well.
Ravenoak kept silent as she stared at him, tears springing to her eyes, before she wrapped her tail tightly around his little body and rested her head on his small shoulder. "I love you so much, my dear. I don't want to leave you, I promise I don't." she whispered, and fear ran through his entire body. Something was wet on her flank.. What was it? Had she wet herself again? Even though he loved the old gal, he had to admit to himself that she had had him when she was becoming old, and he had learned that she couldn't keep herself contained any longer. But it didn't feel like that was it - It was a much thicker substance, and the stench of it made him queasy.
Looking back into his mother's eyes, he was alarmed to find that she had fallen unconcious, her once beautiful green orbs turning dull and clouded, and confusion set into his mind, pushing back the fear that she might be deceased into the back of his head. What happened to her? And why didn't she let him outside into the camp? Deciding to take a look for himself to figure out what was going on and to solve the riddle of his mother's death, he poked his head out to find the entire clearing stained with the blood of the innocent, and he shivered with the sudden cold that descended upon the camp. Thinking of only one thing to do, flee, he slipped through the hole in the bracken that guarded the camp on the outside.
Running as fast as he could away from there, he finally found a crook in an oak tree high enough away from any type of danger that would try to get to him below, and there he lay huddled in a ball as he finally let the tears that he rejected so long flood down his furry cheeks.

APPRENTICEHOOD xx
Not living in a Clan camp anymore, he grew and learned by himself how to hunt and fight. Seeing his mother's death with his very own eyes and the rest of his mental senses, he had formed a rock hard ice barrier around his heart, and that had made him deadly and dangerous. Even at still such a young age, he held a fiery and cold glare that could chill to the very bone. Over time he moved here and there, stayed with a family and then left, and finally - He came across them. They were eating in the park where he was sleeping. They were having a picnic.
To be honest, it was the food that brought him there, not the twolegs. But once he saw them, he knew that they had gone through something, and that made him immediately like them. Once he had gotten over the fact that they had thrown every single item they could at him to get him away from them, they finally decided to take him home with them, and he was treated equally and was loved more than anyone had ever loved him, besides his mother, of course.
And then that day had come. That day when the male twoleg that loved him the most slipped. The married twolegs had been having some fights, he guessed, and finally the male creature had picked him up by the tail, swung him three times like he was going to chuck a ball, and threw him through the glass door and onto the patio. The glass shattered and he landed with an unconcious thunk on the pavement, and that was all he could remember. That was all he could remember of a wonderful family life gone wrong.

WARRIORHOOD xx
Those memories of his horrible and terrifying past still haunt him to this day, yet he has learned not to trust or love anyone. Of course, there has been the occasional girl that he lets into his nest every night in order to keep him company, even if it is only because he bribed them with food and protection. Yet he's never come across anyone that he can truly love with his whole heart - However, he's still looking. Still searching for that one girl who may be able to switch his life around entirely.

OTHER//

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[Dusk]

accepted. C:

he's a beauty, great descriptions for his personality; interesting history too. welcome to anarchy!