Post by rustedgaze on Apr 26, 2010 16:21:24 GMT -5
A Bit About You
Your Name ∙ Matt
Chatango Username ∙ xxMatteh
Contact Information ∙ xxMatteh@hotmail.com
Other Characters You Play ∙ None.
Time Zone ∙ Central.
How You Found Us ∙ One of my friends showed me this site.Introductions
Character’s Name ∙ Rustedgaze
Age ∙ Thirty-eight moons.
Gender ∙ Male
Residing ∙ ThunderClan
Character Type ∙ WarriorMindset
Overall Personality ∙ Generally, Rustedgaze is a considerably fragile and insecure tom cat. He often doubts himself and his actions, although he takes great pride in his accomplishments. He typically keeps his fears and worries to himself, as he wants to appear strong to his clan mates and other cats around him. Near strangers, he can sometimes come off as aggressive and a bit too wary, but on the inside, he is quiet and understanding. Overall, he isn't a big fan of fighting. He would rather settle things with words, than settle it with tooth and claw. He is a rather quick thinker, and has decent skills when it comes to thinking up things on the spot.
Rustedgaze often seeks out a more experienced cat to follow and learn from, from their skills of hunting, to the way they react around others. He always strives to do his best, although he often fails. He may seem a bit weak-minded, but is not easily sucked into lies.
Going a bit deeper, he strongly dislikes cats who think only of themselves, due to the fact that he himself is usually happier with helping others. His trust is easily gained, yet at the same time, easy to lose. At times, he has moments where he thinks that the whole world is against him, and others, where he feels like he is the best. However, in the end, Rustedgaze never lets natural instincts cloud his judgment.
Additional Tidbits ∙ NoneReflection
Overall Appearance ∙ At first glance, it is rather difficult to take in every detail of this well-muscled tom cat, as his looks contradict his confusing personality. To start off, he has striking, copper colored eyes, which look almost as if they were raging with a wild forest fire. They are nearly the color of a dull rust, hence his name, Rustedgaze. His eyes are often a vivid display of his emotion, whether it be happiness, sadness, anger, or some odd combination of the three. He can also put on a fairly convincing act, such as a fake glower of pain to trick his opponent in the heat of a battle. Although, it can easily fail, as he sometimes gets a bit too caught up in the moment.
Moving on, his overall pelt is rather fine and soft, due to the fact that he spends a good deal of his free time grooming it. It is medium length, which poses a great annoyance in the hot days of greenleaf. However, it is a plus to have in leafbare, since it keeps him a bit warmer. His tail is unusually long, its color being a creamy shade of white, and is tipped with a small patch of tan colored fur. He often has a minor difficulty when it comes to keeping his tail from brushing against the ground while he is hunting, which makes a slight dent in his hunting skills.
The rest of his pelt is basically the same, a creamy white with random patches of tan and dark brown. The tips of his ears are pure white, with a few tufts of fur that stick up. His paws are a lighter shade of gray, and his claws are fairly long and curved. He usually tries to keep them sharp, since you never know when a fight could break out. He is slightly smaller than the average tom, but only by an inch or two.Backstory
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Family ∙ Mother: Twistedstrike (deceased) Father: Poisonclaw (deceased)
Birthplace ∙ ThunderClan territory.
Background ∙ A young, creamy white she-cat stumbled anxiously through the dense undergrowth of her forest home, her vivid blue eyes wide as she looked around slowly. "Poisionclaw?" She called quietly, her thin voice shaking ever so slightly. A small whimper rose from her throat as she slowly sat down beneath an oak tree. Her swollen belly clearly gave away the fact that she was pregnant, and would give birth any day now.
She had spent the entire day searching for her mate. He had left that morning for a patrol by himself, and hadn't come back since. She hadn't eaten, since she had gotten too caught up in searching to notice the time. "Hello?" Her voice drifted through the trees, receiving no response.
She let out a quiet sigh, her ears slowly falling back against her head. She felt faint, as if she were about to fall over. Something felt wrong. Letting out a sigh, she heaved herself to her paws, taking a few shaky steps forward. Then, suddenly, a flash of surprising pain shot through her body, causing her legs to buckle beneath her. A thin wail rose from her throat, as her claws scrabbled against the ground.
She dropped her head to the ground, now panting. Not now! Not the kits! The thoughts flashed through her mind,
Deep in her mind, Twistedstrike knew that no other cats would be out here at this time of night, and there was no way that her wailing could be heard back at the camp. She dug her claws into the ground, her eyes squeezing shut.
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The early morning sun shone bleakly on the blooming trees, the warming glow drifting through their branches. Patches of light were scattered among the ground, a peaceful aura seeming to radiate from the forest. The bird's song echoed around, their small chirps soothing and gentle.
A small she-cat laid limply beneath a tree, her white pelt ruffled slightly by the faint breeze. No signs of life were given from her frail-looking body.
A tiny, newborn tom kit prodded at the she-cat's stomach, pitiful mews rising from his throat. His eyes were still closed, and he was too young to stand.
Suddenly, the rush of hurried paw steps came up to the scene, sending a bird shooting up from the ground nearby. "Twistedstrike?" The voice of a tom cat meowed, worry thick in his voice. The tom cat took a step closer, sucking in a gasp. His mind barely registered the kit.
"Twistedstrike?" Poisonclaw repeated, getting no response. A whimper escaped his lips as his gaze lowered down to the ground. "Twistedstrike.. Wake up!" He murmured, pressing his nose into her cold fur. His ears were flat against his head now. "Wake up!"
His grief-filled voice caused the tom kit's head to lift. A questioning mew came from his parted jaws.
Poisonclaw's gaze slid to the kit, as he heaved his head away from his dead mate. He murmured a few words under his breath as he gently grabbed the kit by his scruff, sadly padding back towards the camp.
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The young tom heaved himself off the ground, his vibrant, copper colored gaze filled with worry and confusion. "Poisonclaw?" His voice was shrill with panic as he bounded up to his father. "Poisonclaw?"
He stared down at the blood-spattered fur in horror. They had been trying to drive a fox out of the territory, when it had somehow grabbed Poisonclaw. The other tom's pelt was ragged, and he had a deep puncture wound on his neck.
Rustedgaze let out a whimper as he nervously began pacing, his fur bristling. "Poisonclaw! Get up!" He shrieked, franticly glancing around. Where were the other cats? He turned suddenly and pressed his face into his father's fur, wincing at how surprisingly cold it was. Poisonclaw was shockingly still, and a dull silence hovered in the air. "Get up... Please..." He murmured. It had only been a few moons since he had become a warrior. He couldn't bear to lose Poisonclaw now.
After a few moments, a shaky sigh drifted from Rustedgaze's lips. He's gone... The thought played over and over in the tom's mind, as he slowly, hesitantly sat up. His ears were close against his head, and his tail was low. He slowly backed away, resisting the urge to wail and shriek like a little kit.
After a greif flled glance at his father's body, he turned away, heading towards the camp. He definitely wouldn't be able to get Poisonclaw's body back on his own.
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