Post by ˟Ɍɑɨղ on Dec 19, 2010 18:05:58 GMT -5
Coldsight
white and gray tabby tom with blue eyes; blind
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Age: 28 moons
Gender: tom
Rank: Deputy
Clan: GustClan
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Appearance:
Coldsight's appearance isn't top notch. He isn't strong and mighty, but rather weak and skinny. He isn't big and muscly, but rather tall and slim. Despite this, he is quite handsome. His muzzle is long and sharp, and the rest of his facial features are quite sharp too. His ears are a bit large, but not too large to make a big deal out of it.
Continuing on his face, his nose is a faint, light pink, above it is colored a light brown. His whiskers are at a medium length, colored a snow white. What is really eye catching his his gaze. It is a very pale blue, an icy color, but it has a disturbing feature. His pupils are faded out, making you automatically guess that he was blind. And you would be right; he is indeed blind. But very skilled at it, nevertheless.
His pelt his short, paved in a light gray. Faded black and brown tabby markings decorate the ticked gray coat. His paws, chest, muzzle and underbelly are colored a pure white.
Personality:
Coldsight is probably the most politest cats you will ever meet. Despite his high rank, he is respectful and polite to everyone he sees, no matter who it is. And of course, due to this, he doesn't support the rules too well. He used to, because of his rage on NightClan, but changed when he turned deputy. Some say, though, he does encourage the new rules and just doesn't say it. Or, at least, supports the rule to kill trespassers. Everyone knows he supports that rule.
He is very calm, and rarely shows anything but that. He can show his old side from time to time though, expressing extreme anger at any moment, no matter how big or small. He is definitely known for his outbursts of random anger. But everyone knows he is trying his best. It is not easy changing what you were for most of your life.
He isn't considered friendly, but he is fair. He can seem friendly when doing something nice, or mean when doing something that hurts your feelings, but literally, it is all based on if it is fair or not. Everything he does is based on if it is fair or not.
History:
Coldsight was born on a cold leaf-bare day, unusual for most kits. Not only that, but he was the only one born. Due to the inconvenience of the weather, he was named Coldkit.It was a handsome name, despite its meaning, and he always carried it with pride. His father died moons ago before he was born, but he always heard tales of his bravery. His name was Runningsong. The name was perplexing and mysterious. But he always liked hearing it.
He grew up with extra care from his mother, Petalwind. Unlike most kits, there wasn't a time where he didn't want to be with his mother. He was the definition of a mama's boy. He wanted to be beside her all the time. Until one day, his perfect life was shattered.
A battle corrupted the peaceful atmosphere. Coldkit was asleep beside the comfort of his mother's belly, unaware of the danger that awaited them. He was 6 moons old; and his apprentice ceremony was today. This kind of disappointed Coldkit. He would see his mother less, and be busy with the duties of being an apprentice. But at least he could still visit her. And he couldn't wait to see how proud she would look when she saw him become an apprentice and become Coldpaw! Suddenly, a loud commotion outside of the nursery sprang him from his daydreams, immediate hisses and growls following. Coldkit found himself pressing against his mother in fear. What was happening? Soon enough though, he didn't even want to know the answer anymore. Cats of a weird scent busted in through the nursery's entrance, their eyes frosted with rage. It must have been NightClan mother was talking about. GustClan and NightClan have been bickering for some time over stolen prey. Mother said it was probably just a fox stealing it and they were fighting over nothing. But nothing is obviously turning into an ambush. One of the two cats attacked his mother, pinning her to the ground. "Mama!" Coldkit cried, lunging his small body onto the attacker. The warrior turned to the biting Coldkit, swiping him away. The other cat leaped on top of him, smirking deviously. "One less warrior in this pathetic Clan," the tom sneered, raising his paw to deal a death blow. But at the last second, he seemed to think of another alternative. Coldkit felt relief, but it soon turned to fear when his claws plunged into both of his eyes. Screaming in agony, blood poured in his vision, followed by darkness. He had never seen it be so dark before. Pain engulfed him, and the only thing he could do to save his mother now was to listen to her own screams of agony, following by a sickening silence.
Since that day, Coldsight hasn't been the same cat. He turned more cold, shunning every cat around him like they didn't exist. No one had seen him such a miserable mess. Cats noticed that he trained more hard than most apprentices, becoming a great fighter, He was less of a hunter, due to putting all his attention on becoming a great fighter. He obviously proved that even a blind cat could be a good warrior. But that wasn't his goal. His goal was to be ready for any NightClan cats this time.
Once he became deputy, his attitude changed slightly. He became more attentive, more calm, less angry, and more friendly and polite. Yes, he changed much. Why? No one knows. Some say being deputy made him realize he was reaching his goal, and he was finally gaining peace. Others say he wanted to make a good impression as deputy, instead of being an outcast in the Clan. Either way, he is a respectful deputy despite his disadvantage received in kithood.
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Roleplay Sample:
Coldsight let his sightless gaze travel restlessly across his environment. He wondered if his mother was proud of how far he has gone. To prove himself worthy to the Clan, become one of the best fighters in the Clan, and even succeeding as deputy, which wasn't even in his list of goals. If only he was able to see, yes see, his mother's gleaming face as he was appointed deputy. He would even give up his hearing along with his sight for her to be by his side again.
Coldsight just hoped he would make up his cold attitude to the Clan these many moons with his new attitude in being deputy. He couldn't be an outcast and be deputy. He had to take charge, and be respected as well as well-known and welcomed. What would officially help him succeed this would be to befriend someone. Maybe someone popular. But could he learn to trust? Could he even be liked enough to gain a friend? Or maybe his rank would get in the way?
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