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Name:
Saw
Age:
4 years/ 48 moons?
Gender:
Tom
Rank:
Rouge
Clan:
Rouge

Appearance:
The wretched cats whole bod is painted the same smoke color. It's optics even blending in to match the tainted color of it's coat. The cat's paw are average. The face, average. At first glance everything about this cat is average. Until you look in at it's mouth, the perfect teeth are so white, to white. Then take a look at it's claws, what are wrong with them? They too are the same strange white color, and they too, look so perfect, to perfect. In fact, if you take another glance at the first average looking cat, everything seems perfect, the size of the ears, the height of the body. Take one last glance, and you'll look beyond the perfection, but you can't tell what it is behind the perfection.
Voice:
The voice, it seems so clear so calm like the ease of the flow of the gentle stream, but is it really?
Battle:
Dare you fight the perfection? If you do dare, then you'll find this 'perfect' cat is cunning, devilish, beyond imagination. In a matter of seconds, he will of sized you up, and decide to start out gentle, with flimsy attacks, that do little harm, but as the fight proceeds the attacks quickly change to death blows, aimed at the skull, throat, and under belly.

Personality:

The personality of perfection...Is not what it seems.
Yes, on the outside this strange cat displays a calm,cool, collected nature. Yet, on the inside the cat's feelings are in disarray. His mind, though smart and cunning, can not be controlled from what it wants to do, and that my friends is to fight, no not fight..To kill. Anything, from the rats that scuttle on the earth with plagues, to the greatest being of all, in his mind, the ravens that fly high above. Anything and everything from the smallest ant to the deadly rattler, is his for the taking, including the felidaes that roam the earth. On the inside, he is like a deadly tidal wave, consuming everything in it's wake, i fhe sees you, and he wants you, you'll be fighting a losing battle..
.Perfection.Insanity.

History:

The past, the past, I daresay is one he'd rather not live in. Oh, yes, life was grand then. More than perfect. He was born to the Clan, known as ThunderClan. He was then known as Smoke kit. So simple life was in the Clan really, but the rules they laid forth, were not one's that he would, or could, live by. As his mother told him of the duties as an apprentice and warrior, that he would have, he found himself growing full of annoyance, unlike the much praised Snake kit.

Apprentice ship came, his name changed to Smoke paw, what difference did it make? Ah, work, stupid rules, that he found himself even more angered by...And the anger grew every day, but this could be avoided with the fighting practices, but that only last for a moon. His anger, and his power, in his mind, grew stronger. Finally, it came to mind that if he continued to live here, he'd be a waste, at least to him he would be. SO with that the one known as Smoke paw, turned and left.

Many did not heed the young cat in the shadows, until soon, the loners his age began turning up dead, along with the bodies of various creatures...The way their bodies were torn reminded the elder loners of the strange thing two-legged used to chop the trees, and how it left jagged cuts in them..Saw..that was it, that was the cat..

Saw is what they called him on the streets, in the woods, his name wasn't meant to be said, or even whispered, many choose not to think it. Believing that this would bring the wrath of the strange cat down upon you. The cat that no one spoke to, and always glanced over their shoulders for.The cat that continued to turn the bodies up, kits even, but the most shocking was the crow that was found. Nothing appeared wrong with it except the small jagged cut, that was in it's throat, not even a mouse-eye long. Tail one decided to bite it, and the maggots came forth...

As the years passed, the dead bodies continued to pile up, but the strange thing was no one, that dared to look for the cat, could find him. Yet, if you ever found him, you would of seen how he always makes a stop at least once a moon, to silently look down upon the cat's that were his family, tail he shrugged them away. This he did not regret.

other.
No who sees him actually believes that he is Saw..

Family:
Lillypad- Mother - warrior (died of old age)
Cloudeye - father - warrior (died of old age)
Snakeeye - brother- warrior (died of green cough)
Ghostheart-sister- warrior (but of his parents second litter)

SW:

Perfection is the mask
Saw
but below is the insanity.

Silence says the crow
and in reply comes that silent claws
the ivories that rip through the throat
and the daggers the tear out the stomach

The shadows flickered with the slightest movements, in silence the strange thing darted from one shadow to the next. It's pads made no noise on the wet leaves, as it raced through the night. The Clans all deep asleep. They knew nothing, they were senseless, ignorant fools that lived by 'honor'..HA! With ease the felidae slipped through each and every territory, pausing only a moment to saw through the stupid bat flew to close. His audits laced down, tail swung out behind, nothing moved but his pillars, and soulless optics.
Finally coming to the place, he whipped up the tree, claws digging into the wretched bark, yet in silence still, he made his way up. Until he came to the place..Ash colored optics fell down to look upon the neglected body of the other cat, that had just came into site...
Oh, yes, this is where I stop my friend, to look down upon the darkness that is growing in her, my sister, My Ghostheart.



Sorry this is kinda Suckish I know

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