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Post by | COMRADE | on Jul 30, 2009 12:37:54 GMT -5
Name:
Mohegan.
Age:
44 Moons.
Gender:
Male.
Clan:
None.
Rank:
Loner.
Picture:
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Appearance:
Mohegan is a huge muscular dark brown-gray tabby tom with black stripes signifying his tabby heritage. His base fur color is a dark gray, with a tint of brown on his forelegs, neck, muzzle, back, and along his bushy tail. One forepaw is half white, while the other forepaw is gray. His two hind paws are both black-gray, and there is a white stripe leading up the back of his front right leg. He has black stripes and markings across his entire body, except for the lower white of his muzzle and chest. His nose is pink, marked with a darker crimson color around the edges while black fur rims the velvet air-hole. A black rim around his eyes contain very pale green optics that look almost a turquoise color. Muscle is hard-packed beneath the tom's medium-length pelt, and his body bears many wounds of battles. A deep claw mark stretches down one flank, and a parallel set rake his shoulder. One ear is torn down the middle, and he has an old burn mark on his right forepaw from an old problem.
Personality:
Mohegan is the kind of cat that has probably felt every possible emotion at least once in a point of his life. He is not far from his appearance; a challenging, fierce fighter that will defend himself, and his loved ones with all the strength in his powerful body. He knows he is a powerful fighter and doesn't try to deny it even to be modest. He is very protective of his mate, Rellia, because he doesn't want to lose her like he lost his kits. He blames himself for what happened to them, and wishes he could have done more to keep them safe. At night, he stays up sometimes just thinking about them, missing them horribly and hating himself for losing them and failing to protect his young. At other times he is so stubborn that he refuses to admit it happens and just tries to forget. But he still has a bit of hope that his kits are still alive somewhere, searching and fighting and hunting just as he taught them to. And someday he wishes to see them. He has moments when he is gentle and compassionate, which is usually when he is around his mate. He loves her dearly, and will never let anything happen to her. He will stand by her side forever and never dream of leaving. On a different side he can be selfish and uncaring, and sometimes ignore cats in need of his or his mate's help. He can be quite stubborn and it is safer to stay away from him when he is in a bad mood.
History:
Mohegan grew up in a life of constant working and fighting beside his own father and blood-thirsty mother. Ever since he was born, his rogue parents fought with other rogues almost constantly for a small strip of land that always seemed to have endless prey running through it's thick fields. Mohegan had a sister, Scarlet, but the poor she-cat died from wounds struck too hard and too close in one of the battles. He grieved bitterly over her death, which only made his parents more hungry for revenge. They grew violent and turned on each other often, attacking each other. Mohegan sunk into a depression, and one day, during one of their most violent fights, he turned and fled from his home forever. In his mind there was a large difference between fighting intruders, then fighting your own kin. Even more than that, the cat that you love. He doesn't know what happened to them, just that they might have changed after he left, realizing they could not continue fighting each other so violently. During his travels, he met many rogues, and got in many fights just over a piece of food. He became resentful and bitter of those who thought they could have whatever they wanted, and grew to be selfish, yet wary and indifferent. Around that time, he met Rellia. She was gentle, protective, caring and happy. She was also the most beautiful cat he had ever seen. He fell in love, and grew out of his depression. The two cats traveled to a forest that withheld a lake. There, they kitted, and had two kits, Sile and Gafa. Mohegan loved them as much as any father would have, and taught them in all the skills to fight and protect each other. He knew they would grow to be good cats one day. Then, a rogue came by and threatened them. Rage exploded in Mohegan, and he found himself trapped in a veil of bloodlust. Within moments he found the cat lying at his paws with blood pouring out of him. It wasn't long before his enemy died. Later, a fire separated him from his kits. He tried to get to them but got badly burned by the flames and passed out from the smoke. Later he awoke to find that Rellia dragged him to safety, but the kits were missing. Many moons have passed, and they have found new places to live beside four clans whom they don't disturb.
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Name:
Rellia.
Age:
42 Moons.
Gender:
Female.
Clan:
Loner.
Rank:
Loner.
Picture:
Click.
Appearance:
Rellia is a mostly white-furred she-cat, the average sized cat. She has medium-length fur, which fluffs out and bristles almost like a leopard-cat. Her long tail is orange and sticks out long, bushy and only covers the top half of her tail. She has orange markings on her back, muzzle, chest, and forepaws, with one ginger paw, her right forepaw. She has a soft, velvety pink nose, which stands out in the midst of her snow white coat. Her eyes are a sky, icy blue, kind and gentle.
Personality:
Rellia is a nice, friendly she-cat that is very caring of everyone, even cats she doesn't even know. She loves kits and would do whatever possible to keep them safe, no matter who they were or where they come from. She respects the clans but doesn't always understand some of their rituals. She doesn't understand why they thank StarClan for the prey, when cats who don't believe in ancestors have prey of their own. She likes being a loner, but she misses her kits greatly. She's happy she still has Mohegan, and loves him more than anything, other than how much she loved her kits, because nothing can get in the way of a mother and her kit.
History:
Rellia was born to peaceful, coastly family that lived far away from any forest, right where the sun disappeared over endless salty waves. She loved that sea, but one day she and her family had to leave when twolegs moved in and took over the land. They went off in their own directions because each of them had different interests, and she padded off towards the North, unknowing that she was heading towards her future mate. When she met him she was instantly in love. She had heard of love on first site but never really believed in it until then. She followed along side him over to the forest, and had her kits. The fire ruined her life, and she grew depressed, but came out of it knowing she still had her mate and someday, they would find their kits whether it was in life or death.
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