Post by phantom on Aug 16, 2010 12:46:33 GMT -5
I never promised you a rose garden.
WRAITH
tom | thirty-five moons | bloodclan | beta
-- looks;; in brief. }}there are a few ways in which one could look at wraith. being a bloodclan cat, you might expect him to be scruffy or ungroomed. perhaps you picture a large, tough looking cat with scars and eyes like stone. he is far from scruffy; far from ungroomed as well. he is not very big; sleek and lithe are better words to describe him. but he certainly appears tough, in his own way. his eyes... they are often like frigid ice which nothing can shatter. mostly they are deviod of emotion, and it is a rare thing indeed for them to appear joyful in the slightest. so, in some ways, he lives up to your stereotypical bloodclan warrior. in others, he doesn't quite meet the standards.
-- looks;; in detail. }}pale blue eyes stare out from a dark face. like chips of ice, they seem to see everything and nothing at once. it's enough to make you shiver. blinking once, twice - there is no warmth in them. however, there is not blatant contempt either. they neither welcome nor shun you. whiskers twitch with something like amusement at your fear. long tail sweeps the ground in a rhythmic pattern. large ears are pricked, occasionally swivelling to pick up even the faintest of sounds.
paws, small and almost dainty, are placed lightly in front of the tom. thin legs and sleek build make him appear quite tall, but he is not. standing next to an average-sized cat, it is clear that he is only average himself. narrow shoulders hide powerful muscles. he is built for speed and agility. a relaxed, yet stoic look takes over him. cool, collected; he is the picture of superiority. no cat dares mess with him. well, some cat dared, because there is a large scar in his left ear. another runs along his right shoulder, cutting through silky black fur in a jagged line.
he is handsome, sure. those eyes are enough to keep any she-cat away, though. his pelt is black as the darkest point of night. he uses this to his advantage, of course. cunning and quick, he is easily able to slip through shadows unseen. nocturnal hunting is his forte. small paws hide long, hooked claws which he keeps carefully sharpened to the fullest. fur is groomed and dirt-free. he is in perfect condition. being a bit on the thin side is normal for him, and he is never plump. ribs show only faintly through thick fur.
-- personality;; in brief. }}do not let his appearance fool you. he may seem like a heartless tyrant, but he is not. he may seem like a ruthless killer, but he is not. he may seem like any number of things, but first opinions mean nothing when it comes to wraith. you may never understand him; few take the time to even try. but, if for some reason, you dare to approach him; dare to talk to him; dare to get to know him; you will find his friendship to be a loyal one. it will be well worth your time and effort.
-- personality;; in detail. }}it is impossible to figure out wraith with just one glance. it is even more impossible to figure him out with just one conversation. for awhile, it may seem like the more you hang around him, the more confusing the dark tom gets. he is cold, but not agressive. he is confident, but not arrogant. he is cunning, but not ruthless. his eyes seem to ward you off, yet they draw you in. his posture is stoic, but not distant from the world. and when he speaks, well... everyone listens.
no cat knows where he came from or why he is the way he is. they know simply that he is there, and there's no getting rid of him. not that they want to. he takes his position seriously and is extremely loyal. he would jump into battle for bloodclan without twitching a whisker. fighting is something he does with ease, but not without good reason. he likes to avoid confrontation if at all possible, but will not wait too long to attack. he is smart, and a planner. thinking ahead is something he does quite well.
there are very few cats who take the time to approach him and make conversation. there are ever fewer who come up to him a second time after that. no cat, in the history of wraith's life, has tried to befriend him after the second talk. they seem to give up. though they might glance at him when he walks by, they don't make an effort to spend any time with him. why, he doesn't really know. but, either way, he's always on his own. he trys to make like he doesn't mind, but deep down, he'd love some company.
really, wraith isn't like most bloodclan cats. he has a cold exterior but a soft interior. he wants nothing more than to be excepted and remembered for who he really is. he is loyal, and would never go behind a cat's back, no matter how little he liked them. he doesn't lie, cheat, or steal. he won't pick a fight with a cat just to prove something or make a statement. since he never had much of a kithood, he'd love to just get out and have a good time with some buddies. you know; go hunting or something. it doesn't look like that will ever happen.
-- history;; family relations. }}``mother [ solh ] - loner
golden tabby with blue eyes.
stuck-up, untrushworthy.
``father [ shiver ] - bloodclan
coal black with green eyes.
loyal warrior, strong.
``brother [ sedge ] - rogue
brown tabby with tan eyes.
cunning, arrogant.
