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Post by [.:Breaker:.] on Oct 27, 2008 20:57:28 GMT -5
Name:
Breaker
Age:
31 moons
Gender:
Tom
Picture:
Description:
Personality:
History?:
-He was once a small kit, as every feline once was or is. However, his parents had belonged to humans and had detested them, even going to the lengths to openly express it to them. So when they had kittens, their owners subjected to selling the entire family on the streets in a box. All four of his siblings were picked up by children and his parents ran away the second they had the opportunity. This left little Breaker to fend for himself in the cold city.
-As he lay, shivering under the soaking newspaper that was his blanket, two heads, one a blueish-grey and the other an even darker orange than Breaker's, popped over the side of the cardboard box. "Ne! Spiral, look!" The blue one exclaimed, evidently a young female, as she looked curiously at the small kit with coal colored eyes. She leapt into the box and tumbled towards Breaker with an 'oof!' and grinned happily, small fangs flashing. Her companion, Spiral, hopped over the edge with more grace and stepped lightly over to the two, before looking down at them with amusement. "How'd you like to leave this dump with me and Crane?" he asked with a tone of polite nature, his eyes glowing a silvery sheen in the rain. Breaker nodded and they proceeded to leave what little past he had in the dust.
-And it was that he grew up, trusting and becoming more of the cat we know him as. However, he lacked the silent demeanor until one of his friends had died at the hands of a mudslide. That day had been particularly wet and miserable, but Breaker had been skipping ahead of Spiral, Crane eagerly following him until they rounded a bend at the bottom of a small mountain. When they heard the sudden thundering boom of rocks and squelching mud, they needed to only hear Spiral's horrified and painful scream to come running back when their safety was certain.
-Spiral had been buried beneath the rubble, and no amount of labor from both Breaker and Crane would've been enough to find him. Crane screamed and clawed at the mud, sticking her long legs into the mess, before Breaker gripped her nape and tugged her away and off the mess. "Crane!" he barked, rearing so he could place his paws on her thin head. "We can't do anything for him.. H-He's gone..." A dry sob threatened to break through his throat, but it was held back for the tom's own sake as well as his companion's. Crane shook her head wildly, rasping disagreement and snapping at him when he attempted to drag her even further away. "He can't be dead! Spiral wouldn't die so.. so.. easily and stupidly!" The frail-looking she-cat fell against Breaker and kept her weight on him so he couldn't move away, nor drag her. It was only several minutes later that she managed to pull away and look him in the eye. "Please.. Breaker..?" Her voice told him in a different way to ask, Is he really dead?
Poor Breaker only shook his head and raised a paw to place against her leg. "It can't be helped, Crane.." he murmured. His orange pelt bristled as the rain suddenly started to get colder, and a few drops froze into flurries of ice.
+editing history+
Clan?:
Bone
Family?:
[crush] ~ [Crane] !!! ["brother"] ~ [Nagato]
Rank?:
Leader
RP Example:
Additional Comments:
Breaker
Age:
31 moons
Gender:
Tom
Picture:
Description:
-Breaker is a large tom, but still pretty slim enough to hide his true strength. With long legs, his torso is like a shield that protects himself from basic attacks. His head is narrowed like a cheetah's and helps to squeeze through smaller spaces with the lack of a true collar bone.
-Unlike most cats, his pelt is easy to hide in the dark, even during winter; his fur is a dark orange with even darker stripes blending into it with smooth lines, and is a medium length with multiple layers. In other words, his coat is perfect for winter and summer at the same time, because the extra layers shed in the spring.
- His eyes are a silvery color with small black pupils, but there are even fainter, grey circles around it, although they are barely visible. Around his neck is a piece of blue cloth that serves as his "crown."
Personality:
Really stoic and quiet. Breaker's not one to put up with complaining, murders or assasinations; whatever one of his followers tries to do to him, he'll strike back. There's nothing, really, that frightens him, but his two past friends' deaths freaked him into what he is today. This might go along with his trauma [and] phobia of death, since he thinks himself to be like a god who reins above his group.
History?:
-He was once a small kit, as every feline once was or is. However, his parents had belonged to humans and had detested them, even going to the lengths to openly express it to them. So when they had kittens, their owners subjected to selling the entire family on the streets in a box. All four of his siblings were picked up by children and his parents ran away the second they had the opportunity. This left little Breaker to fend for himself in the cold city.
-As he lay, shivering under the soaking newspaper that was his blanket, two heads, one a blueish-grey and the other an even darker orange than Breaker's, popped over the side of the cardboard box. "Ne! Spiral, look!" The blue one exclaimed, evidently a young female, as she looked curiously at the small kit with coal colored eyes. She leapt into the box and tumbled towards Breaker with an 'oof!' and grinned happily, small fangs flashing. Her companion, Spiral, hopped over the edge with more grace and stepped lightly over to the two, before looking down at them with amusement. "How'd you like to leave this dump with me and Crane?" he asked with a tone of polite nature, his eyes glowing a silvery sheen in the rain. Breaker nodded and they proceeded to leave what little past he had in the dust.
-And it was that he grew up, trusting and becoming more of the cat we know him as. However, he lacked the silent demeanor until one of his friends had died at the hands of a mudslide. That day had been particularly wet and miserable, but Breaker had been skipping ahead of Spiral, Crane eagerly following him until they rounded a bend at the bottom of a small mountain. When they heard the sudden thundering boom of rocks and squelching mud, they needed to only hear Spiral's horrified and painful scream to come running back when their safety was certain.
-Spiral had been buried beneath the rubble, and no amount of labor from both Breaker and Crane would've been enough to find him. Crane screamed and clawed at the mud, sticking her long legs into the mess, before Breaker gripped her nape and tugged her away and off the mess. "Crane!" he barked, rearing so he could place his paws on her thin head. "We can't do anything for him.. H-He's gone..." A dry sob threatened to break through his throat, but it was held back for the tom's own sake as well as his companion's. Crane shook her head wildly, rasping disagreement and snapping at him when he attempted to drag her even further away. "He can't be dead! Spiral wouldn't die so.. so.. easily and stupidly!" The frail-looking she-cat fell against Breaker and kept her weight on him so he couldn't move away, nor drag her. It was only several minutes later that she managed to pull away and look him in the eye. "Please.. Breaker..?" Her voice told him in a different way to ask, Is he really dead?
Poor Breaker only shook his head and raised a paw to place against her leg. "It can't be helped, Crane.." he murmured. His orange pelt bristled as the rain suddenly started to get colder, and a few drops froze into flurries of ice.
+editing history+
Clan?:
Bone
Family?:
[crush] ~ [Crane] !!! ["brother"] ~ [Nagato]
Rank?:
Leader
RP Example:
"No!" he spat in the cat's face, said cat flinching back at her leader's words. "What right do you think you have - to come prancing up here like some deer, and telling me that my second-in-command has been killed?!" The female's white pelt bristled in fear and shock, her emerald eyes in the same condition, as she started to back away. True, she had come in to announce the tragic news in despair, but her motives must've betrayed her and left her voice with joy in it. Yes, that was it. But she had wanted to become Breaker's deputy; she was, after all, in love with the stoic, brave and fierce tom.
Breaker snarled ferally and lashed out at her head. He missed, since she ducked the swipe with surprising skill, but he managed to tear her left ear into a couple ribbons. Not even a heartbeat later, she was scurrying from the alley with her black tail between her legs. With a disgusted snort, the BoneClan tom settled down into his crate to think of who his next deputy could be. Certainly not Rapid, since she had just shown utter fear of her trusted leader. Hm.. he'd have to think this over a bit. There were many cats in BoneClan to think of... Better yet were the cats who could still join and prove their worthfulness. A steady beat of clicking claws drummed against metal; Breaker's toes were lifting and lowering in a repetitive pattern in the wake of his boredom.
Additional Comments:
N/A