Flashwind-->>WindClan Aug 23, 2009 21:32:52 GMT -5
Post by Flashwind ♥ on Aug 23, 2009 21:32:52 GMT -5
A Bit About You
Your Name ∙ Leah.
Out of Character Name ∙ Tainted.
Chatango Username ∙ Meowkitty16
Contact Information ∙ email@example.com
Other Characters You Play ∙ Taintedstar, Silvermist, Yodakit, Chewkit, Stormheart.
Time Zone ∙ Pacific.
How You Found Us ∙ Owner.Introductions
Character’s Name ∙ Flashwind.
Age ∙ 32 moons.
Gender ∙ Male.
Residing ∙ Near Windclan.
Character Type ∙ Warrior.Mindset
Overall Personality ∙ Understatement. “Treat others the way you want to be treated”. The golden rule, the only real rule to him, never to be broken. Shy, utterly shy. Doesn’t talk often; there to listen and understand. Treats all with respect. “Live in the world; not of it” is what he quotes. Means to do the right thing and not drift off of the correct path by living of the world. Ever heard that saying? I sure have. A true servant’s heart. Does what he is told. Memorization is the key; the warrior code imprinted into his skull. Full of fear death, starvation, separation, torture, cages, thunderpaths, betrayal, and most of all losing a loved one. Sleep is his vacation. Often oversleeps in fact. He tolerates, but doesn’t nessisarily like, disrespectful youth. Has many strengths fighting, swimming, hunting, hearing, and exploring. But each strength has a weakness leadership, showing emotions, public speaking, following his heart, worries and doubts to much. Goals are important too, his is only to do something significant others will remember. Loved but forgotten. He missed his former owner, loves ever so dearly but knows she may one day forget him.
Additional Tidbits ∙ Flash is a reflection of one of my cats, Flash who mysteriously disappeared in January of 08’. I miss him very much and this is a way I can always remember him and keep him close to my heart.Reflection
Height ∙ 14 inches.
Overall Appearance ∙ Muscular, very muscular. Almost 30 pounds of muscle. Bigger than Hawkfrost, way bigger. Stripped. Tabbied. He is grey and cream. Beautiful. Long luscious tail. Darker than the rest. Green. His eyes are a wonderful attention grabbing green. Lean. Only looks lean, turn out not to be in the end. Friendliness screams his face. Head glued forward, never behind or down. Pride and strength are streaked in his pelt and stride. Fur is rough, but silky near his ears. Large teeth, small mouth. Can break skin in an instant. Large white paws. Long deadly nails. Underbelly. White, soft. Smile. Beautiful, dazzling. Nose. Wet, pink, grey. Skin. Scabbed, scared.
Family History ∙ Optional.
Family ∙ The closest this he had was a young human girl.
Birthplace ∙ An animal shelter in the United States.
Background ∙ Captured. Lonely. Hopeless. He was taken, taken from his mother, from his family. Cold. Very cold. The floor was hard, white. He stood. Clonk, his head hit the top. What was this? Odd very odd. He looked forward. Clear. He jumped towards it. Clonk. It was solid, unbreakable. Strange. He watched. Many creatures walked by him. He was shaken. Their shape was odd. One of them came close to him. Knocked on the hard, solid, clear object. He shrieked, pain shoot through his ear drums. He hissed at the creature. It creeped away. A large 5 limbed thing entered his cage. Dropped a bowl of hard, brown circles. He sniffed. Smelt like a sort of bird. He licked one. Tasteless. Was he supposed to eat this? He shuddered. Ick. Forever, it seemed. No contact in the cold hard box except for a 5 limbed thing. Lonely, so lonely. Lifted. Put in a large cold, hard box. Roomier. Many many moons past. So many he could no longer count. Lifted, again. Into a huge box this time. But this one was different. The ground was warm, soft. Large swinging walls. He was pet and he loved it. The strange creatures lift him though. He was back in his box. Day by day he lived in this box. He began to lick the 5 limbed thing when ever he saw it. He came to know it was another strange creature. Lifted, again. This time he knew he would have more strange creatures pet him. He purred. They took him with them. No more cold, hard box. No more. One of the strange creatures would sleep next to him and pet him every day. He loved her. She loved him. They spent moons together, many moons. But it was ruined. Ruined. Leafbare came. He was attacked. A badger. He went to the one he loved. She knew he was harmed. Tried to heal him, but he ran. Pain shot through him physically and mentally. He met these clans. They immediately took him in. His condition was too terrible to run him away. He didn't trust them, none of them. He wanted to go back. But when he was healed, he met more. He rejoiced at the company and knew he was wanted, loved. Truly loved. Just like she did.Sample
The warmth. The sight. The sun shone on his eye lids. He felt the warmth. Greanleaf. He smiled and slowly opened his eyes. Empty, everyone was already up and running. He could smell the fresh kill. The aroma lifted him to his feet. He glided to the pile, took a fat plump vole and walked back to the warm den. He starred at his brunch. He took a deep breath and began to eat. He tasted nothing just the feeling was enough to satisfy him. He finished leaving just the scraps. He sighed and smiled. As full as he could be. He rolled onto his back starring at the roof. He drifted into his imagination. Peace. Happiness. Finally.Contract
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--Thinking of you ♥