Post by yami-chan on Sept 2, 2008 18:50:03 GMT -5
This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late
Name: His name is whispered in curious hushes Valentine[/size][/color]
Age: The true age is unknown, but most guess around 40 moons
Gender: Brujo, brute, male, or maybe just tom
Clan: I scour the lands alone and live the meagre life of a loner
Rank: N/A
Appearance:
If Valentine could be explained in one
word, it would be ‘massive.’ His lordly
height would seem like a tree to a kit,
even to a full grown warrior one would
have to cringe at his powerful appearance.
Burly muscle line his brick hard body,
crushing large, but narrow gold hued paws
support him. His length long and wiry,
the ravaged life of a loner showing.
The toms breed is Turkish Van, however
his coat is thicker than most, protecting
him against harsh environment, with a
strong top coat, plentiful, and oily. The
undercoat is dense enough to keep out
the keenest of winds.
Being a Turkish Van breed his coat is soft
and long, perfect rounded oval eyes, ears
are large and set high atop head, the tail
flowing out in a fluffy plum. The colour of
his coat is a solid jet black, with a red
crested neck and chest, a long stripe of the
same colour running down his back and
bleeding out from his tail.
Eyes are coloured a set of two; one a
frosted baby blue rimed with green, the
other a golden honey. Head is short wedged
with a straight profile. And covering his face,
lining his body are lordly claw marks that
could only belong to past abusive attacks.
Clipped round his thick neck is a onyx cat
collar, decorated with aged metal tags.
Personality:
Oh what the quiet and silent reserved tom,
his actions and persona never foolish. A light
sarcastic comment to someone when others
talk to him. Serious and somewhat rude. The
outcast, staying away from social groups,
being the type of cat who sits alone in his
sorrows while the others are up and spending
time with one another.
Wincing at the though, sound, sight, anything
to do with love, for you see he has issues
with things like affection. A decent fighter, he
doesn’t consider himself to be the best out
there, but he knows how to kill and ward off
intruders. He is a good tom, but even he is not
a hero, ranking more in the semi heroic level.
He seems always to be deep in thought, at
times always having others guessing as to
what he ponders.Staying clear of other cats
ways, but helping them out a little here and
there. The tom would be described as mysterious,
one never knowing much about him because he
never shares his life with others, seeming to
always be sad.
History:
Born, he hadn’t seen much of his mother,
he could only hear her sweet words, the
very ones that encouraged him to be brave
even at the worst of times. Though the
young unnamed kit knew little of his mother,
it hadn’t come to him as a great epidemic when
he was taken away from the soft comfort of
her curving belly. He did miss her warmth when
his tiny body had been placed inside a cage,
along with a pretty calico femme and an older
dusky brown tom.
Surprisingly the three got along very well,
the older brute having experience and
knowledge as to where they were and why.
He told them that two legs would be
experimenting on them for different products.
The black kit did not like the sound of this, but
alas there wasn’t much he would be able to do.
In time he learned the names of both the femme
and the tom. Crescent was the calico and Nova
was the dusky brute.
Since the black kit didn’t have a name to
call his own, Crescent decided to name him
Valentine. It turned out as the moons passed
the two were very much in love, though they
could never have much to do with each other
because of the experiments being done. There
was a time when Crescent and Nova did not
return into the cage once they had been taken
out for experiments; Gate, a much older brute
in the cage beside Valentine’s decided to confront
the kit on that very same day. He soon discovered
that Gate was his father, having realized that this
was the reason he had not seen him at birth.
A couple moments later a large explosion
sounded, blasting open both Valentine’s
and Gate’s cage doors. Everything was
caught on fire, two legs running out and
screaming, and in the middle of all the chaos
was Nova standing over Crescents scorched
body. From what he learned from his father,
Nova had been a close friend to him, until he
changed and became insane. Gate tried to save
the fallen calico from the tom, but he was struck
down instantly and killed, suffering from old age
and too much exposure to tests.
As the place began to crumble, Nova revealed
to him that he had gotten Crescent pregnant
and that she would never be his. Though when
a test backfired it had wounded her badly,
setting the place ablaze. In his rage little Valentine
ran toward the cackling brute, only to be beat badly.
He managed to save Crescent, dragging her away
from Nova and the raging inferno, escaping just in
time.
Reaching a crystal lit cavern, this is where the
two sought refuge. The pair fell asleep, being
unable to speak to one another since the calico
was still unconscious. When morning came and
Valentine awoke, he saw Nova standing beside
Crescent, the femme crying; when he tried to
move he realized his jaws and limbs had been
bound, the calico she cat sobbing apologize as
she left with Nova, the cave mouth being sealed
off by a rigged rock fall.
In his deep sorrows, the kit fell asleep for a
long time, growing in size and age, still slumbering
as a warrior in clan terms, unaware of the wolf
attack.
Notes: Yes so he will help in the wolf war, and probably
join Wolfclan. Also this cat is replacing Dogbreath.
