Post by shade on Apr 24, 2009 17:30:29 GMT -5
---Breezestar,
There is never enough dirt to Refill the Hole...
||Personal Information||
Name:
Breezestar
He was named for his Breeeze-Like attitude
as well as the way the color breezes through
his eyes. His warrior name was Breezehawk,
"hawk" Coming from no doubt his rough encounters.
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They call me Breezestar, And it is welll
deserved after my many years of servitude towards
and for this clan. I have united us under one banner
and we feel whole again. Tht's not to say I'm the best
leader we have ever had, simply the smartest.
Gender:
Male
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I am most Definiatly a Male based of my stronger form
and masculine abilites.
Current Age:
35 Moons
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I have been Breathing Windclan air for going on
thirty six moons, though, I still feel young at heart
and have my breif moments of child like aggression
as well as playfullness,
Personality:
Well Breezestar is a complex kitty.
He has moments or breakdowns you could call
them in which the world seems so confusing he
also seems to disappear in his own little world.
He is an ambitous kitty with a spark of attitude
and a daring streak of personality. He is original
and often times is a very amusing cat. He is light
hearted and carefree, usually. He is brave and
he a cat most want to meet.
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Aw, Well they do me to much credit. No I am not
a fraidy cat, but I fear for my clan and often times just
want the troubles to disappear but that cannot be
so with me as leader. I am ambitious and want what
is best for my clan. I have a 'streak' Of personality
as it seems to be put above. I do indeed, I am
very hard to predict, I admit. But the one thing I will never
do is Run. I shall never run from my destiny.
I also have a strong sense of pride that is known to
turn to vanity when the time strikes me right.
Clan:
Windclan
He has grown up in Windclan and advanced
in rank until he reached the deafening leader stats.
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I was born and raised in Windclan to very...negletant
parents. They wanted a son who could grow up and
be strong and defend their name. They died before
I could ever prove my worth.
Rank:
Leader?
He has trained many years to reach the goal his
parents set before him...that desitiny to prove them
wrong. It made him strong and able to take beating
after beating and still get up. He advanced slowly
through the ranks of 'Warrior' and 'Deputy'
If he cannot be Leaer, please put him as a warrior.
|| Physical Features ||
Eye Coloration:
He has almond shaped eyes, that glow
a nice forest green. In his eyes there appears to be a
breeze that blows a storm of blue leafs through his forest.
Smaller flecks of black shine like obsidian in the devastating
sun. Devestating because not only does it grant life but it
takes it away, as does he. Around his iris runs a small
stream like circle of gray that completes the image of
a breeze blowing through a forest of green.
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As listed above I have beautiful eyes, that match my
pelt color perfectly. They form something of an illusion
that matches a breeze blowing blue leafs through my
forest. I have tamed the fear that once glowed in that
forest, that picket, and now it grows in the sun with a
broad confidence.
Pelt Coloration:
Breezestar is an ebony tom.
His fur has the same tint as the night sky, that
delicate purple blue that swirls with the black.
Towards the very end of his tail, which is in fact,
very long, the fur begins to lighten until it is an
ashy white. Under the soot colored tom lies very
faint ivory tabby stripes. They are only shone on
the sunniest of days, and even then sometimes not.
His fur has the appearance of doves feathers, that
soft blend of harsh and soft that makes you want
to touch it.
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I am a rather handsomely constructed tom, if you
wish to believe such things. I have the darkest fur
around, that which is a blend of 'Raven' and 'Burnt Log'
The two colors combine to form a perfect picture. Near
my tail and on my left ear, though, the fur rises to a
high point of an ash color. Like I said the colors match
perfectly to my eyes, and together they form a very dazzling
picture and that picture is me....Breezestar
Scars/Markings:
Along his back left leg an ugly scar runs.
It's never ending presence haunts him like the ghosts
of his ancestors always bringing back that bitter memory
of how he ubtained it. Of that close encounter he had with
the hawk. Of how it's knives raked down apon his leg
as if it's only cause was to make his miserable.
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All is perfect about me except for that mark. That scar,
that engraving of my failure to my clan...
that same memory....that nightmare haunts me,
follows me everywhere.
Form:
Breezestar Is a large, muscular
tom. He is what you might call mbuttive and lacks
body fat. He is hardened from the beatings by his
father, as well as from his warrior training. He has
long legs, that allow him speed, like every Windclan
cats but he also has the upper body of a Mountain
cat which makes others wonder where his parents
were truly from.
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I am very strong, with the build of a tiger. I have long
legs that allow me a great amount of speed, as well
as a mountain cat like upper body. Iam strong enough
to overcome most enemies but then again....There is
always a bigger fish.
Clan Page?:
Breezestar;;Ebony Black Tom with Breezy Green eyes.
|| Family/Social Circle ||
Mother:
His Mothers name was Tigertrail. She
was a beautiful Black she-cat with long legs and wonderful
breeze like eyes. She was well known in her clan and
it was greatly disappionting for her and the clan when her
one and only son turned out to look crippled and weak.
She treated him with a dislike, like she was not proud
of him and it damaged the tom.
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She was like my hell on earth. She was the one that
brought me down. She did not encourage me only
said I was worthless. She hurt be down to the core.
In my opinion she was the replica of me in a female
form and that makes me wonder if I could turn out like
her.
Father:
His title was Brokensight. He was an
ivory tom with a black tail tip and the feirce build of a
mountain cat. He had long legs, but he also had a strong
jump-like form of his upper body. It made young Breezekit
Wonder where he had come from.
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My father was a bully. He abused me mentally and
physically until the day he disappeared with my mother
to some unknown place. He was cruel and the essence
of evil. He treated me horribly and my mother never once
stepped in.
Brothers:
Breezestar was never blessed with
any siblings. Though, when he was young his only
friend was imaginary and fell under the name Fallenkit
because the young tom used to say the 'Fllenkit' fell from
Starclan to save him to make him feel better. But it was
not the case. The young kit stopped talking of his
imaginary 'Brother' when he became an apprentice.
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Ah, yes, the lovely Fallenkit. My one and only brother.
As it turned out, or so I later learned I was not the only
in my litter. There was one other, a young boy named
Fallenkit that they decided to keep secret from me so
when I started seeing the ivory tom they accused me
of being insane.
Sisters:
He never had sisters, nor did he long
for any after he ound out about Fallenkit. And he
also thought that if he had a sister it would distract
his parents more so then they already were.
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I never had a sister, I did not long for that female companionship. I simply wanted my parents to love me
and just the thought of having another sibling filled me
with a blind rage...a jealousy.
Interest:
As of right now Breezestar has not
found a she-cat that has truly impressed him. Deep
down though he hopes to find that one that is better
he longs for the family he never had. Maybe someday
she will come along and save him from his own
abyss.
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On the subject of Mates, I have not yet been shocked
out of my fur. That is what I want to be so love struck
that I have a strange tingling warmth. I want to be shaken
down to my bones by her personality and I want to be
able to feel a love for her.
Mate:
As of right now Breezestar has not
found a she-cat that has truly impressed him. Deep
down though he hopes to find that one that is better
he longs for the family he never had. Maybe someday
she will come along and save him from his own
abyss.
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On the subject of Mates, I have not yet been shocked
out of my fur. That is what I want to be so love struck
that I have a strange tingling warmth. I want to be shaken
down to my bones by her personality and I want to be
able to feel a love for her.
Kits:
It all comes in dear time, children.
As of right now the lovely Breezestar does not
have a mate, and so no kits. He isn't even sure if he
wants a family yet and has not put much thought to it
one way or another.
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I fear the thought of having children for I fear the thought
of being like my parents were to me. I don't want to
destroy the young one as my parents did me.
|| History ||
Place of Birth:
I was born, or told I was born in the
Windclan Nursery. Though, I have my doubts.
Illnesses/Injuries:
N/A
Other:
N/A
Sorry it says Windclan This is from another site.
