Post by ivy on Jun 20, 2010 7:03:48 GMT -5
[/size][/color]- - - - -A U B U R N S K Y
"and my soul was sealed with those eyes"
//show us some basics?!
[/color][/size]name: AUBURNSKY
age: 25 MOONS
clan: SHADOWCLAN
gender: MALE
rank: WARRIOR
//you got good looks dontcha?!
[/color][/size]eyes: Forest-green
pelt: Mainly sandy-brown; mixed with a few dark streaks across his forehead.
appearance:
Auburnsky has long been known to represent the most distinctive eyes. Unlike the others, his were striking, mesmerizing and oddly electrifying when one stares deep into those green-coated marble eyes. Most cats are known to have a certain gradient effect in their eyes. However what makes him unique is that, his eyes were made to a high degree in gradient; unlike two shading-effect of those eyes, there were shockingly three.
Of course, other than those fantastic eyes, another distinctive trait in him is his unique mixture of colors on his furry coat. Common tabbies are always known to have the usual marble-patterned gray coats. Their fur are known to be much more drier, or more like the texture of fulcrum. Uniquely for him, his coatings represents more of those foxes. The light series of auburn seems to be the exact description for the majority color on his coat. A spread of white covered his muzzle, a little of his forehead and mostly his paws.
Other than his coat, his body structure is exceptionally fit; despite his nearing old age. Who says an old cat could not cover up a great sprint or even a long-distance swim across a lake? His muscles are known to be like a Stallion's whenever he starts a sprint. Hidden between those paws, are his claws; sharp like the talons of a hawk. They could tear off any stubborn meat off. His height isn't much of a problem to him; not too tall or short. Last but least, his jaws were packed with sharp teeth, with two powerful canines at the front. Getting a bite from him, would be similar to getting a bite from a snake!
//what's the full story?!
[/color][/size]character:
Auburnsky is known to be swelled-up with pride of his own, and his clan. The pride that everyone respects, that is. His clan is his everything to him. Even if it were his last breath, he will fight on till his last battle. Not to seem boastful; he is what we could call, the perfect leader any clan deserves. Other than his clan, his second priority is the Warrior Code, which ends with Starclan. His belief towards his great ancestors can never be measured; ever since he was a clumsy kit.
Having the heart of a caring leader, we could say even gold would be lighter when compared to his big heart. He is known to be generous by all clans. Sadly, some just think too much of their own pride rather than their horrible state. Nonetheless, he still tries to gain their trust in being helped. Kits? He absolutely adore them! Most of the time, we wonders of how joyful it would be if he had kits of his own. The question of his ideal mate has always been a secret, considering himself to be rather popular among females. Whenever felt like he is been flirted by some female, he would simply smile, bow and walk away. As a result of that, among the females, he is being labeled to be mysterious; also with the help of those eyes. Basically, he is the cat that everyone adores.
likes:
kits
snow
Shadowclan
shrews
dislikes:
herbs
traitors
rogues
history:
When he was a kit, he received his very first name: Auburnkit. Being announced to his whole clan, the whole clan started to buzz into conversation. Majority of them question: "Why Auburnkit?" They believed that having that name which means a Fallen soul, will bring grave luck in near future. From the gleeful approval of his arrival, they turned into yowls of disapproval. Some rumored that he would turn into a great traitor to his whole clan. Some even predicted that he would lead an alley of strange cats to get rid off Shadowclan! Well of course, those are all rubbish!
At every corner of the camp, scornful sneers are all that greeted him by his clanmates. It was when he was officially a warrior of course.
You could say he never had a peaceful life in his clan. Due to this, he fell prey into a deep depression. Day after day, all he could do was to slip out of camp just to fall deep into his own world, lost and aloof of the events in camp. Being the mousebrain they are, his clanmates began to found him useless to Shadowclan. As in he was indeed called Fallenbreeze. It was then when a frightful day fell onto them. A disastrous forest fire roamed the entire land, gulping every single object with a single greedy hiss. Panic-stricken cries for help shattered the silence of the night. Auburnsky was actually on his way back to camp when the repulsive stench of smoke filled his nostrils. He knew well of the current situation.
Lives after lives, he jumped into the raging fire to pull them out to safety. As the fire died at the drop of rain, he knew well that Starclan was with him. Bewildered eyes bore their eyes onto him, astonished with his bravery. Of course, after every battle, there would always be scars. Scars of those who couldn't make it out. One of them was his dear mother, Larktail. Tears was all that he could make as he came face to face to her badly burnt body. Her body was so badly burnt that he could not even tell if it really was his mother that suffered this fateful tragedy. Then, a shocking scene happened. For the first time of his entire life, cats from every corner came up to him. Warm tails and paws rested onto his in comfort. Some immediately began to spill tears while some whispered comforting words to him. Just when all hopes of care from a beloved person were perished, his clanmates huddled next to him. What more could he say? His bravery was excellent that he was made deputy after the loss of their own deputy at that point of time. He died while trying to save a kit; which also suffered their fate. Even with the respect that he had always wanted to earn from them, he knows that he will never earn the love of a mother. Never again.
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