Post by ZEPHYR on Jun 25, 2007 18:41:10 GMT -5
Name:
Zephyrstar
Gender:
Male
Age:
30 moons
Clan:
WindClan
Position:
Leader
Description/Picture:
www.kalalogos.com/gray%20cat.jpg
Zephyrstar is a handsome blue gray tom. His fur is pretty long and soft, and his thick fur make it hard for him to dry off if he was to get wet. He has soft stripes along his body. His tail tip, paws, and underbelly are white. He is a rather small cat and his limbs are closer to the ground than most cats', restricting his running ability. He looks like a very young warrior from a distance because he is smaller than some cats. He is muscular without being overly so, which makes up for his slow speed and gives him great fighting skill. He has a small gray scar on his left leg. Light gray spots adorn his right ear, which is slightly larger than his left. It is very hard to tell, though. He has the strangest eyes--they tend to change color. They shift most often between a bright green, ocean blue, and golden amber in color, but they are a piercing green most of the time. Sometimes they change with his mood. He also has long, black eyelashes and a patch of wavy, light gray hair on his chest.
First Glance:
Blue-gray tabby tom with green eyes.
Personality:
Zephyrstar is a very sensitive cat. True, he has a dark side, but he doesn't like to have others see him like that. He likes to brush off on others as being a "gently and kind" authority figure. He cares deeply for his Clan and the cats in his Clan and would die for any one of them. He is dedicated and trustworthy, always sticking to his word. He tends to be a little soft when he first deals with you, then turns hard if he needs to.
He is very, very...touchy about his past. He has the firm belief that you can find knowledge in the future from looking into the past, but he is excessively sensitive about his rough past. He doesn't like to remember, but he knows that he will have to face his fears one day. Even knowing this, he sometimes puts things that he promised himself (not other cats) aside. He often cares more about others than he does about himself.
He is friendly with kits and apprentices and he hopes to have kits of his own one day. However, sometimes he tends to let anger speak for him, or have something show through the wall he puts around himself to keep others from knowing who he really is. He wants to act respectful toward everyone but some things get by him and he ends up regretting them later.
He is a dark soul inside, because of how he grew up. Occasionally he doesn't know how to react. He has a will of steel, though; inside him lurks a will so strong he can live through anything. It doesn't matter what happens to him; he will stay strong not only for himself, but for the good of his Clan. He is more dedicated than anyone will ever know, but he doesn't mind anymore that some cats treat him differently, or without respect. He knows that he has become something--a leader--and nobody can say differently.
History:
Zephyrstar was born in an old barn, many moons ago. He was the only kit in his litter. When he was very young, his father abandoned him. His mother was weak and died soon after he was able to start learning how to fight, hunt, and take care of himself. All alone by the time he was around six moons, he ran off into the world of the unknown to try and make his way in the world.
Even at a young age he had many serious health problems. He often breathed heavily and in short, shallow breaths, along with many other problems that often restrict him from doing things at certain times. It is very hard for him to be alone, but he is glad that he made it through everything without help.
His exploration of the world outside was murderous and unfortunate, for outside of his seemingly safe, barnyard home was the terrifying realm of a group of murderous rogues. Blood of helpless victims stained the edges of their territory, and little Zephyrstar, left without even knowing himself by a name, was right in their path.
By the time he was around seven moons, a rogue mother found him and, luckily, did not turn him in as a prisoner. She took him in and hid him from the other rogues, and gave him a name. She called him Zephyr, and vowed to teach him how to survive on his own so he could leave the rogue "camp" unscathed.
For the next two moons, Zephyr's adopted mother taught him the ways of the rogues. Zephyr did not know any differently, and some of their harsh ways were imprinted on him. After two moons of training, though, Zephyr was caught with his adopted mother by a group of rogues. Zephyr was lucky enough to have escaped death, but he suffered another horrible fate--watching a rogue kill his adopted mother.
He ran away from the rogue "camp" immediately afterward. He gained a small scar on his left leg when he was being pursued by a heavily built rogue tom, and kept running until it was much too dark to see anything outside. That night, he curled up under a tree to rest.
The next day, Zephyr ran as far away from the rogues as he could get. After days of travel, he was met by a cat--a WindClan cat--who took him in and from then on, Zephyr was part of WindClan. Cats from WindClan did not like him at first, which made him want to fit in all the more and still maintain his originality.
IC:
Flames danced in the background, and the cries of bloodthirsty cats rang across the land. As the little tom approached the unfriendly looking place, he stumbled over a rock and hit his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw the paw print of a cat marked on it--in blood. Then everything went black.
When he opened his eyes the nameless kitten was laying a a field of grass. A sharp scent clouded the air and he stood up and shook himself. He blinked and turned around to see where he was.
"Ah, you're awake, I see." a pretty red she-cat meowed from behind him.
The tom jumped high into the air. He hadn't had any interaction with cats--or anybody--since his mother died moons ago. "Ahhhh!" he shrieked, and a scared look appeared on his face.
"Hush!" The she-cat whisper-yelled. Looking around hesitantly, she froze for a moment before turning back toward the tiny tom. A look of fear mixed with dread crossed her face. "They will hear you, and we will both be killed."
The kitten nodded and continued speaking in a hushed voice, which trembled awkwardly with each word. "Who will? Where am I? Why did you take me here?" he asked, full of questions and worries he could spill at any moment, but didn't.
"I am Rose. I live here, with a bunch of rogues. If you do not come with me, and you cannot trust me, then you are not safe. I will help you, if you could only believe that I can. And, may I ask, who are you?" The red she-cat answered,her voice taking on more urgency.
"I...I-I-I...I cannot remember the name that my mother gave me. She never spoke it to me, and she died many moons ago. I was born in a barn not far from here. I have no place to go." said the young striped cat.
"No name? Then I must give you one." Rose said, with a hint of enthusiasm. Just as she was thinking, a gust of wind came from above and ruffled the little kitten's fur, and Rose smiled as the tom's named appeared in her head. "From now on, you shall be," she began, then took in a breath of air and stepped toward the young cat, placing her tail on his shoulder as she continued, "Zephyr."
Zephyrstar
Gender:
Male
Age:
30 moons
Clan:
WindClan
Position:
Leader
Description/Picture:
www.kalalogos.com/gray%20cat.jpg
Zephyrstar is a handsome blue gray tom. His fur is pretty long and soft, and his thick fur make it hard for him to dry off if he was to get wet. He has soft stripes along his body. His tail tip, paws, and underbelly are white. He is a rather small cat and his limbs are closer to the ground than most cats', restricting his running ability. He looks like a very young warrior from a distance because he is smaller than some cats. He is muscular without being overly so, which makes up for his slow speed and gives him great fighting skill. He has a small gray scar on his left leg. Light gray spots adorn his right ear, which is slightly larger than his left. It is very hard to tell, though. He has the strangest eyes--they tend to change color. They shift most often between a bright green, ocean blue, and golden amber in color, but they are a piercing green most of the time. Sometimes they change with his mood. He also has long, black eyelashes and a patch of wavy, light gray hair on his chest.
First Glance:
Blue-gray tabby tom with green eyes.
Personality:
Zephyrstar is a very sensitive cat. True, he has a dark side, but he doesn't like to have others see him like that. He likes to brush off on others as being a "gently and kind" authority figure. He cares deeply for his Clan and the cats in his Clan and would die for any one of them. He is dedicated and trustworthy, always sticking to his word. He tends to be a little soft when he first deals with you, then turns hard if he needs to.
He is very, very...touchy about his past. He has the firm belief that you can find knowledge in the future from looking into the past, but he is excessively sensitive about his rough past. He doesn't like to remember, but he knows that he will have to face his fears one day. Even knowing this, he sometimes puts things that he promised himself (not other cats) aside. He often cares more about others than he does about himself.
He is friendly with kits and apprentices and he hopes to have kits of his own one day. However, sometimes he tends to let anger speak for him, or have something show through the wall he puts around himself to keep others from knowing who he really is. He wants to act respectful toward everyone but some things get by him and he ends up regretting them later.
He is a dark soul inside, because of how he grew up. Occasionally he doesn't know how to react. He has a will of steel, though; inside him lurks a will so strong he can live through anything. It doesn't matter what happens to him; he will stay strong not only for himself, but for the good of his Clan. He is more dedicated than anyone will ever know, but he doesn't mind anymore that some cats treat him differently, or without respect. He knows that he has become something--a leader--and nobody can say differently.
History:
Zephyrstar was born in an old barn, many moons ago. He was the only kit in his litter. When he was very young, his father abandoned him. His mother was weak and died soon after he was able to start learning how to fight, hunt, and take care of himself. All alone by the time he was around six moons, he ran off into the world of the unknown to try and make his way in the world.
Even at a young age he had many serious health problems. He often breathed heavily and in short, shallow breaths, along with many other problems that often restrict him from doing things at certain times. It is very hard for him to be alone, but he is glad that he made it through everything without help.
His exploration of the world outside was murderous and unfortunate, for outside of his seemingly safe, barnyard home was the terrifying realm of a group of murderous rogues. Blood of helpless victims stained the edges of their territory, and little Zephyrstar, left without even knowing himself by a name, was right in their path.
By the time he was around seven moons, a rogue mother found him and, luckily, did not turn him in as a prisoner. She took him in and hid him from the other rogues, and gave him a name. She called him Zephyr, and vowed to teach him how to survive on his own so he could leave the rogue "camp" unscathed.
For the next two moons, Zephyr's adopted mother taught him the ways of the rogues. Zephyr did not know any differently, and some of their harsh ways were imprinted on him. After two moons of training, though, Zephyr was caught with his adopted mother by a group of rogues. Zephyr was lucky enough to have escaped death, but he suffered another horrible fate--watching a rogue kill his adopted mother.
He ran away from the rogue "camp" immediately afterward. He gained a small scar on his left leg when he was being pursued by a heavily built rogue tom, and kept running until it was much too dark to see anything outside. That night, he curled up under a tree to rest.
The next day, Zephyr ran as far away from the rogues as he could get. After days of travel, he was met by a cat--a WindClan cat--who took him in and from then on, Zephyr was part of WindClan. Cats from WindClan did not like him at first, which made him want to fit in all the more and still maintain his originality.
IC:
Flames danced in the background, and the cries of bloodthirsty cats rang across the land. As the little tom approached the unfriendly looking place, he stumbled over a rock and hit his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw the paw print of a cat marked on it--in blood. Then everything went black.
When he opened his eyes the nameless kitten was laying a a field of grass. A sharp scent clouded the air and he stood up and shook himself. He blinked and turned around to see where he was.
"Ah, you're awake, I see." a pretty red she-cat meowed from behind him.
The tom jumped high into the air. He hadn't had any interaction with cats--or anybody--since his mother died moons ago. "Ahhhh!" he shrieked, and a scared look appeared on his face.
"Hush!" The she-cat whisper-yelled. Looking around hesitantly, she froze for a moment before turning back toward the tiny tom. A look of fear mixed with dread crossed her face. "They will hear you, and we will both be killed."
The kitten nodded and continued speaking in a hushed voice, which trembled awkwardly with each word. "Who will? Where am I? Why did you take me here?" he asked, full of questions and worries he could spill at any moment, but didn't.
"I am Rose. I live here, with a bunch of rogues. If you do not come with me, and you cannot trust me, then you are not safe. I will help you, if you could only believe that I can. And, may I ask, who are you?" The red she-cat answered,her voice taking on more urgency.
"I...I-I-I...I cannot remember the name that my mother gave me. She never spoke it to me, and she died many moons ago. I was born in a barn not far from here. I have no place to go." said the young striped cat.
"No name? Then I must give you one." Rose said, with a hint of enthusiasm. Just as she was thinking, a gust of wind came from above and ruffled the little kitten's fur, and Rose smiled as the tom's named appeared in her head. "From now on, you shall be," she began, then took in a breath of air and stepped toward the young cat, placing her tail on his shoulder as she continued, "Zephyr."