Post by Echoswift on Dec 31, 2011 2:43:46 GMT -5
[^^Standard Munchkin/Blue Eyes/Long-Haired^^]
names:
gender: Male/Tom
age:22 Moons [1 year and 10 months]
clan: Windclan
rank: Warrior
personality: Echo is what you would call, not the brightest blub in the box. Not to say this tom is dumb, he just finds joy in the simple things in life and can have trouble comprehending somethings. He can be a bit dense when it comes to love but is always loving to those who simply come out and ask. Echo is pretty laidback and likes to avoid work as much as possible, he would rather spend time making other's laugh and have a good time. Echo is the kind of friend who won't leave you hanging and will always keep promises he makes... even if he doesn't know what he promises to do!
appearance: A standard long-haired munchkin/russian blue cross tom. His fur is silky soft to the touch and appears as so. A gray yet blue tinted color taints his pelt as he cuts across open land. His Eyes are a piercing ice [almost white] blue color that is unmistakable, even from afar if he glances from a distance. His body is long and slender so much as he can stand on his hind legs and peer over higher ledges or appear taller to enemies. Echoswift is quick an agile he almost leaves an echo of an impression wherever his ghostly pelt wanders.
history: Echo was born from a pair of two accomplished breeding cats. He and his litter mates were to be sold and separated for life by the twoleg family that owned him and his family. His mother and father reassured them that it was only natural that kits leave their parent's eventually. Echo would not stand for it! And ran away from his home, his family followed but were caught in a storm and retreated back to their kittypet home. So Echo ran to the nearest pack land he could find and was nursed to the health of the wilderness by the other cats there. He soon grew up to be a strong and dependable asset to Windclan as a warrior. Something his parent's and litter mates... could never be!
sample rp: The warmth of the suns UV rays sent chills through the colorfully splotched pelt of said lyxxus. His strides were somewhat powerful and held some sort of hidden meaning. His eyes were filled with a strange desire that if the liquid's melted from their sockets, it would burn and leave a mint residue on that which it had fallen. Nautic wasn't up to any tricks per say, but he had debated the question over and over in his head and decided he wanted it. Bad enough to accept the consequences of the actions he took. It was when he noticed the feathery female resting during the calming afternoon he decided that, the time was now... or never.
Making his way over to Citrine, he crouched as to avoid waking her with his shuffling towards her sleeping form. It would be perfect. He had it already planned out. On his way towards the forsida tree he had spotted and snuck up on a lovely colored Synesinger and had devoured the meal. What colorful feathers had been left behind of it, he held in his mouth now. All he needed for his plan to suceed was Citrine. Only her.
She's all I need... He told himself, maybe she was the one? He felt like his heart had long ago shriveled up to block all other true love. Maybe someone, no... she. Could be the one to get him to open up and finally accept a mate. After I mate with her first A sly smirk laced his face as he soon towered over her.
Gently, he began to nuzzle her and lick her tenderly. He wanted to feel her body against his. Would she accept his offer? And if she did, would they be able to stay together? Nautic's mind was racing too fast to try and decipher what he really wanted and truely intended anymore. Feeling a tad bit insane, the lyxxus forced a level head and with his telekinesis made the feathers he dropped before her to float and line up around his shoulders like his own make shift wings. Wings of a false angel. A symbol of true desire and beauty.
"Wake from your slumber dear Citrine, may I have a word with such a beautiful soul?" his eyes lidded with lust and his voice lower, powerful and seducing as a whisper of a ghost.
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characters: Echoswift
c-box name: Echoswift
