Longstride - WindClan

[BAD RABBIT !?]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2n9gl8h.jpg] So what's your name? Longstride, but who are you? How old are you? I'm Twenty-seven moons. Are you a tomcat? Why yes I am. What breed of cat are you? Something called a Savannah. What rank are you? I'm just a Warrior. What Clan do you belong to? Can't you tell? WindClan. How does your Clan you? Large spotted yellow tom with gray eyes. What's with those looks? I’m not exactly normal; I know that, you know that, just about any cat that I come across knows that. I’ve learned to live with the stares of my peers, whether they be fear, envy or disgust – I can’t change myself for them and I wouldn’t even if I could. It’s not really my looks that catch everyone off guard; it’s my size and my build that are a novelty. As far as we know I am the biggest cat to roam this forest at present. If you were to measure me I’d be seventeen inches at the shoulder alone and I weigh about twenty pounds. I’m a monster of a cat really and I think that’s why so many other cats avoided me when I was an apprentice because by then I was as big as some of the Warriors. Right now I dwarf most males and it’s this height that is so attractive. I don’t share the perspective, I’d much rather be their size. My legs are long; jumping to high places has and never will be a problem. And like they say, long legs, large paws and a few cats can say being hit with one is not an experience most want to have. Other than being a behemoth among dwarves I’m not too different from most. I’ve got a nice, short coat of honey and amber fur that I try to keep pristine but let’s face it; a Warrior’s job description isn’t to look pretty. I value my appearance but it’s hard to keep up with. Everywhere I turn I’ve got a bur in my coat somewhere and since it’s so light I’ve always got dirt showing. But then again, due to the spots I’ve got those specks and smudges look like they belong. My ears aren’t the normal size or shape as most, nothing new. They’re long and wide with black bands over the tip. My underbelly, chest and chin are a beige-ish color – also hard to clean. My eyes are large and I like the gray color that they have really. Well, that’s me in a nutshell. Quite a personality, huh? No, not really. To be honest with you I’m more of a wallflower when it comes to conduct. I mean, being a giant’s bad enough as it is, I don’t want to draw any more attention to myself than necessary. I’m a cat of few words, albeit I have plenty to say depending on the topic but I tend to keep my opinions and thoughts to myself. It’s not that I don’t want to give advice or join a conversation, I’m just a little shy around my peers, I always feel like they’re judging me whenever they look at me so I try to blend into the background more often than not. I like company; I just don’t know how to interact with it just yet. I’ll learn someday. My saving grace: determination. If there’s something I want to do, want to get, want to save, I’m going to do it. I’ve got drive, a motivator of sorts you could say. I won’t back down and I can’t be bought, I’m a cat who truly follows the Warrior’s code and I won’t let anyone or anything deter me from that path. My wants are the wants of the Clan and personal issues are always second when it comes to my family. Fighting, well, I’m good at it. Not many want to go up against me as it is but I want to assume its more because of my proficiency with a paw opposed to my intimidating size. Heh, who am I trying to fool? I’m big; I can look mean when I have to so really I shouldn’t lie to myself. O, yeah. I don’t like liars. If you ever lie to me I’ll pick out your whiskers. I’m not a toy for your amusement and I don’t like to be used. I’m a good-natured cat, I don’t argue much unless it’s for a good cause. If it’s a trivial matter I’ll concede and let things go so I don’t damage my already unstable relationship with what few cats I’ve managed to befriend. I’ve also been told that I’m good with words. SpiritClan gave me the tongue to make sense out of a great many situations and my mind isn’t too shabby either. In other words, I like solving problems. I’m good at it and I like to do things that I’m good at. History: It’s apparent to everyone that I wasn’t born a Warrior, I may hold that title now but beneath that they all know I’ve got Kittypet blood in my veins. They talk about it like I’m tainted, like I’ve got some communicable disease and use that as an excuse to hate me. I’m used to it, the glares, the disgust, and the resentment, all of the negative with only a few slivers of positive. I’ve gotten on with my life and I wish they’d look past my heritage to the cat that is me. But that might be asking too much. I was only a kit when I was introduced to the Clan; my mother had snuck away from her owners home to have her kits away from prying eyes. I don’t think she was supposed to do that but I’m not sure, maybe the Two-legs wanted her to get rid of us. I don’t know why but mother didn’t want us, I was told by the she-cat her raised me, Thistlewind, that we were found all alone in the open. She had actually been in the nursery grieving over her lost litter; it was her mate Ravenpelt who happened upon us while on patrol. Originally there was four of us, one died before we were even found, another a week after being brought to the Clan. Me and my brother survived and were welcomed into the Clan. Sure some resisted us for being kittypet descendants but in time we weren’t so different from everyone else. My brother and I became apprentices but he began to question everything about the Clan, questioned SpiritClan itself. We were both large cats so we already stuck out among our peers but he drew even more attention to us for being doubtful of the Clan ancestors. I wondered these things myself but I never voiced them, Spottedpaw was the only one of us brave enough to do so. Soon he wanted to know his real mother and left the Clan to join her. I went to visit him a few times since and Mother and he are together and fine, but I can’t let the Two-legs see me. The one time they saw me there they tried to catch me and I only narrowly missed being made into a Kittypet again. After that I made regular visits in secret and I’m happy with choosing to stay with my Clan rather than going to my other family. In my apprenticeship there were plenty of ups and downs. Between not always having a sparring partner to being the source of fear for other Apprentice because of my size. I think some of the other Clan cats are the same too but they don’t say anything. I’m just glad for everyday I’m alive and I hope to prove to them that my being different doesn’t mean I don’t share their Warrior Soul.

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[*~Roseyy<3]

before I accept, did you ask a staff member for the Savvy cat?

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accepted !
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