Post by Måø§† on Jan 28, 2008 19:05:31 GMT -8
Name: Bandit
Age: 23 Moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Rogue
Clan: None
Appearance: White frost like fur that blends in with the leaf bares snow. Gray tabby marks mask his face. Slim and quick figure with long white whiskers. Blue like eyes that grow whiter as they reach in, giving them a frost and icy tint which is able to melt a hole straight through a rival or disrespected cat.
Voice: Cool and much like ice. He is known for his quick and harsh tongue.
Battle: In battle he is quick and speedy, he can deliver a blow in shorter time than some can turn around. Instead of brute strength, he has a developed and quick mind.
Personality: Can be arrogant, although he would rather lead than follow. In a Clan situation he would rather have the deputy or leaders position but currently will work his position up. Like his eyes, he has a very icy attitude and never backs down from a decision.
History: Born as a rogue to two pure white tabbies, he was abandoned and left to starve. At 4 moons he was raised by a small group of rogues whose hatred towards twolegs, kittypets, and other cats formed into a gang of cats. The gang took to kidnapping, starving, and torturing other cats. Teaching themselves how to fight they easily made their way around the streets without a problem.
At 16 moons, Bandit left his gang deciding he would rather be on his own. Although his background filled with murder and injury of other cats, the life he started just then would lead somewhere else.
For seven moons Bandit wandered the streets with curiosity and the ability to defend and scare off other cats. Bandit realized there was no use threatening and left, searching the many twoleg nests and small forests for a home to settle in, and maybe a few cats to befriend.
Family: None
WS: Bandit hurried along the filthy streets, every street looking exactly the same. Dark corners, many pieces of new objects that the high-walks had no care for what-so-ever. From inside the many nests the sound of yowls of fury and delight echoed of the many walls.
The moon glinted off of Bandits white fur, turning it a star silver. As he turned his head to the sky, his frost eyes showed hints of weariness, but only if you dared to look deep into them. Would any cat ever befriend him? As he walked in daylight cats ran afar as soon as his blue eyes looked at him, even if he tried to look friendly.
The last path led Bandit into a dark abyss of pine trees. But what was more, the trees scented of a group of many cats. The image of his group of rogues flashed back into his mind and he almost turned back instantly. But this scent did not smell like any familiar cats, but of tradition and calm manner. What would a group of cats hide in the forest and not reign havoc for.
He padded silently into the forest, aware of ever opening in the night sky. This forest reminded him of something. Yet he couldn't remember, and he couldn't comprehend.
Although with every step he took, each scent of the cats in this forest, he remembered. It had been in a dream, it was the one that had pointed him in a different direction as he led the many rogue cats around the city. It was the dream that had showed him which way to go. And at first he did not believe it, he had spend three moons wandering around the streets. But something had tugged at him and he had finally left. And now he knew why.
Other: None
