Post by kitteh on Oct 16, 2010 9:38:08 GMT -7
Losteye
Age: 30 Moons ~Gender: Toms ~Orientation: Straight ~Group: Shadowclan ~Rank: Warrior
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Appearance:
Losteye is a tabby with markings all over his body, both scars and pelt related. The easiest way to pick out this tom is the lack of a left eye from an accident when he was a kit. Where the round orb would have sat is a hole, a hole almost closed, but the skin didn't seem like it could grow over the long distance between the edges. The one eye that the Tom has is a green that mixes with blue to match the color of the lake in late greenleaf. His pupuls are longer than most cats giving him a meaner, look about him- thankfully he is in shadowclan.
Above and around his eye sockets, the pelt is a tan brown, but above eyel line, and between his eyes there is a black m, traced in a silver that coats the rest of his body like the fresh fallen snow of any leafbare. His nose is a dark pink, and his wiskers are long and whimsical, going in any direction and even curling in some areas.
He stands at 9 inches, small for the average shadowclan warrior, and instead of muscle or even strengh, the cat has neither. His legs, which are painted in the tabby pattern-gray and black- but they are skin and bone. This isn't showing anything about the living conditions in the camp, just the fact he is a small cat.
Personality:
Losteye is a strange cat. He is a strange cat for Shadowclan, and he is a strange cat in general. Besides his apperance, the warrior has a strage way off talking. He talks through an always sly sounding voice, and talks in third person about himself. So if he was to say he was happy and you are happy, he would contently reply, "We are happy, and they are happy." No one knows where the cat could have even picked up the trait, and no one wants to ask- but who can blame them, the cat is strange. Strange to an extreme extent.
Not only does he have this strange talking, he acts out of the ordinary. He never hunts and he never fights. With his sly attitude and his quick feet, he is a shadowclan spy.
Losteye doesn't really care for anyone but his leader. He has friends, and knows that they are there, but the only cat that he would fight to save would be Crimsonstar. Without the love and loyalty to his leader, she could be uner attack at anymoment and he would be ontop of that cat, his teeth dug into its dirty ugly pelt.
History:
The day he was born, he was given the name Tigerkit and he was a strange kitten. Not only did he talk in ways that that starclan has never seen before. With his strange talking, it didn't affect the love that his mother had for him and her other kits. His littermates tended to stay away from the tom, mostly he didn't mind. He used to sneak around and go behind his leader, and his parents to walk around shadowclan. All the noises, the sights, activated things in his little cat brain that other cats would get for many more moons. But one day, one faithful day in the starclan camp, something happened that would scar him for life.{Flashback}
It was a cold leafbare, and a kit of his age didn’t need to be out. Not to mention the cold, but the rest of the worry was based on other cats that could be lingering in the territory. Though the thought of another clan trying to sneak around there clan made the kit tickle out a laughter. Laughter that shook his little body from his nose to the tip of his little tabby tail rolled through his body like water down a waterfall. Yes, the air whipped through the territory, whispering of days before, telling him to go back, to curl up with his mother like all of his brothers and sisters. The kits stopped, “Why would we want that?” he tilted his head up at starclan, “We don’t need our mother. Our mother doesn’t watch us. they just sleeps. Father says that they are getting sick, but we know better. We know that they are just tired. Right Starclan? Right?” He looked up to the sky and shook his head, walking further into the clan territory, knowing, in the back of his mind that something was wrong.
Tigerkit sat down in a clearing, and all the sudden heard the quick steps of running feet. Feet small, feet that were little pink and clawed. It wasn’t a cat. No, there was something different about the footfall that made it not a cat. In front of the terrified kitten stood a rat that was the size of the two moon old cat. The animal was fat and sickened, spitting at tigerkit until it jumped. It attached to the front of the kittens face and it tore at his eye. The squeals of terror coming from the kit could turn the blood of any warrior to ice. Before a warrior could get to him, the rat had taken out his eye, and his body was scratched up and bleeding from places that a warrior should never bleed.
The warrior picked up the small cat and took him to the medicine cat, with many moons of treatment he recovered, but lost his eye. After the ordeal, he got the name lostkit, and then quickly became an apprentice.
Once he got his warrior name, his leader saw the sneaky tendencies of the cat and made him the clan sneak. He didn’t deserve to be deputy, because there wasn’t any way that he could run a clan, but he has power.
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Tabby tom with one eye.
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