Post by Lightstar on Mar 26, 2010 23:43:09 GMT -5
Name: Eagle
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Rouge
Clan: None
Breed: Mixed
Personality:
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Rouge
Clan: None
Breed: Mixed
Personality:
Eagle was put through a lot as a kit. He tends to distrust almost everyone, making few friendships. The few friendships he does make are particularly binding. Eagle shows very little of his emotions, keeping them bottled up until they burst. These generally take the form of anger or happiness, but sadness and love are also seen.Apperance:
Inside, Eagle is almost tortured. He feels as though he is responsible for the death of his mother, even though he could've done nothing. Because of this, he tries to be perfect at everything in an effort to atone for his negligence as a kit. Even though he rarely trusts others, he makes every effort he can to please them, or to protect them from harm. All of these things are kept deep inside, however, and very few people know about these motives.
A tiny ginger tom with glimmering blue eyes.History:
Darker ginger stripes float throughout his soft ginger coat.
A slender white-tipped tail snakes out of a skinny body.
Long whiskers float out of a delicate face.
Blue eyes are full of souls and look like they are crying
almost all the time.
His tail gently chewed from being nervous.
Lovely fur soft from constant grooming.
His paws small and slender-
he can feel anything.
Eagle has long legs like an antelope.
His claws are long and slender.
His eyes can flash red...
extremely blood red.
His fur does have a fluffy white underside. though mostly around his neck, like a scarf.
His muzzle is small and tapered just like a fox.
He sometimes is mistaken for a fox though.
Born to two loner parents, Eagle knew a childhood of hunger and chill. Caught on the edge of the clan territories, they were forced to eat crowfood for much of their meals. He spent a relatively normal infant-hood, however, despite these trials. But even by the time he was five moons of age, he still knew very little of the Clans they were avoiding. All that he was told was, "We don't mingle with their kind."RPG Example:
Eagle remembers very little of his father. His mother told him often of how he died defending Eagle's mother and her just-born kit from a fox. Apparently, it had tracked them by the scent of their vulnerably-young kittens, killing Eagle's siblings before his father intervened. It was almost ironic that Eagle's mother should die in much the same way.
One day, while walking through a twoleg backyard, Eagle was distracted by a mouse. Chasing it out of play, he unwittingly crossed too near the Twolegs' two dogs. His mother shoved him to safety, but she was caught. Eagle watched, terrified, as his mother was killed by the vicious dogs. Now he is without a home, terrified, with no way to defend himself, and blaming himself for the deaths of his parents.
(done)