Post by Cloudspot on Nov 16, 2012 14:46:24 GMT -5
Cloudspot
•The Plain & Simple Facts•
My name is Cloudspot. It used to be Apollo back in my old life.
I'm 2.5 years old, 30 moons as these clan cats say.
I am deputy of Swiftclan. An honor even for me.
I'm 2.5 years old, 30 moons as these clan cats say.
I am deputy of Swiftclan. An honor even for me.
•More In Depth•
I am white, a pearly white. My coat is medium length, enough to keep the winter nights bearable. But even then, it can get pretty annoying. But I'm not all snow and parchment. I have a shiner; a black eye. It is a dark void on my right eye the shows my darker side. Even when I know I am truly a good person.
My eyes, one brighter than the other, a true saint. But I am not in the eye of one of the beholders. A blue, navy if you'd call it that. Stormy gray that shines with a cerulean brilliance. But not is as it seems. My right eye, the one under shadows, is fading, a canvas of gray. Unwashed and tainted, my world goes dark in one perspective. I am a towering individual, a monster under any category. Clears weapons that can shred my enemies with a powerful strike. I do not fear my enemies and do not tolerate losing. I am strong.
I am different than your average personnel. I have the courage to fell a beast, to fight for the needs of my clan-mates and for those whom I heed. My morals are like that of any brave warrior, not to survive, but to help others survive. That is my purpose.
But I truly can be a beast myself. Striking out with words of Hell and flames. Burning those who scorn me and for those I have remorse towards. I can be a gentle breeze or a fighting blizzard, my mood lightens and falls with such actions of my peers and acquaintances. I act respectfully if the actions is returned. I know my place, know my limits, I know how to act and play things out as an intelligent being. Hurt me, and expect the worse.
My eyes, one brighter than the other, a true saint. But I am not in the eye of one of the beholders. A blue, navy if you'd call it that. Stormy gray that shines with a cerulean brilliance. But not is as it seems. My right eye, the one under shadows, is fading, a canvas of gray. Unwashed and tainted, my world goes dark in one perspective. I am a towering individual, a monster under any category. Clears weapons that can shred my enemies with a powerful strike. I do not fear my enemies and do not tolerate losing. I am strong.
I am different than your average personnel. I have the courage to fell a beast, to fight for the needs of my clan-mates and for those whom I heed. My morals are like that of any brave warrior, not to survive, but to help others survive. That is my purpose.
But I truly can be a beast myself. Striking out with words of Hell and flames. Burning those who scorn me and for those I have remorse towards. I can be a gentle breeze or a fighting blizzard, my mood lightens and falls with such actions of my peers and acquaintances. I act respectfully if the actions is returned. I know my place, know my limits, I know how to act and play things out as an intelligent being. Hurt me, and expect the worse.
•Truth, Not Lies•
I hate her. That wench.
She cares not for me, nor her own children. My siblings are many, my mother a player, I had no life as an innocent one. My days were not so happy. Often fighting for my daily meal, not to mention a place to resort to. Beaten within an inch of my life, I learned discipline. Ace, a cocky tom who knew the ropes of life, he took me in, giving me a true life to grasp. He taught me the ways of hunting, a skill I had never even heard of, not to mention tried. But I excelled, even in the harshest of conditions and circumstances I came out with a full belly. Then came the worse training. He beat me, not for fun, but for more training. He taught me to fight and plan out moves and strategies, games that could sometimes mean my demise if I played them wrong. And even now, if he was a harsh mentor, I am grateful. Ace was a noble cat.
I still mourn his death...
He was killed one morning, a harsh, horrible fate even for the most rotten of villains. His throat had been ripped out, a pair of badgers had found us. He pushed me away when I tried to help. He wasn't an idiot thinking he could fight them himself!
So, he was dead. I ran away, full fledged cat with a good set of skills under my belt. I knew I'd be fine on my own.
Then I met them.
They caught me on their borders, but it was a barn! A flipping barn! How was I to know they hunted there?
well, the attacked me, not really willing to hear my side of things. I wanted to apologize, I really did. I ran, jumping out of an open barn shaft and fleeing with battle scars that still show. Heavily bleeding, I collapsed near a small stream, hoping maybe possibly someone might find me finishing me off.
Eventually, someone did find me, but I was already slipping away. Hastily, they carried me back to their camp and tended to me, getting me back on my paws as a healthy cat once again. They offered me a pace to stay to my surprise. They called themselves clan cats; the neighboring clan was he one who had fought me; and they had a special way of doing things. So I agreed.
It's been a year now and things have gotten rough. I've climbed my ranks without a second thought, treating them all as if I was back when I first came.
She cares not for me, nor her own children. My siblings are many, my mother a player, I had no life as an innocent one. My days were not so happy. Often fighting for my daily meal, not to mention a place to resort to. Beaten within an inch of my life, I learned discipline. Ace, a cocky tom who knew the ropes of life, he took me in, giving me a true life to grasp. He taught me the ways of hunting, a skill I had never even heard of, not to mention tried. But I excelled, even in the harshest of conditions and circumstances I came out with a full belly. Then came the worse training. He beat me, not for fun, but for more training. He taught me to fight and plan out moves and strategies, games that could sometimes mean my demise if I played them wrong. And even now, if he was a harsh mentor, I am grateful. Ace was a noble cat.
I still mourn his death...
He was killed one morning, a harsh, horrible fate even for the most rotten of villains. His throat had been ripped out, a pair of badgers had found us. He pushed me away when I tried to help. He wasn't an idiot thinking he could fight them himself!
So, he was dead. I ran away, full fledged cat with a good set of skills under my belt. I knew I'd be fine on my own.
Then I met them.
They caught me on their borders, but it was a barn! A flipping barn! How was I to know they hunted there?
well, the attacked me, not really willing to hear my side of things. I wanted to apologize, I really did. I ran, jumping out of an open barn shaft and fleeing with battle scars that still show. Heavily bleeding, I collapsed near a small stream, hoping maybe possibly someone might find me finishing me off.
Eventually, someone did find me, but I was already slipping away. Hastily, they carried me back to their camp and tended to me, getting me back on my paws as a healthy cat once again. They offered me a pace to stay to my surprise. They called themselves clan cats; the neighboring clan was he one who had fought me; and they had a special way of doing things. So I agreed.
It's been a year now and things have gotten rough. I've climbed my ranks without a second thought, treating them all as if I was back when I first came.
•Those Special Few•
Battlestar~
My elder in terms of seniority. She has treated me well so far and we work well together. I believe we've established a good bond and trust that will benefit our clan. I view her as a cat who had shared her fair share of hardships and understands others. She is truly a saint.
Secretwish
A newer edition to my acquaintances. She is a queen, which makes me slightly suspicious, but she seems different from my own mother. Her actions make me see her as a caring cat rather than a rat. I'm all the same, wary.
Swiftbear
I hate her. She's too uptight and I think she knows it. I see her as a weak link, no fighting skills, nothing. But I guess, if I'm staying I'll need to 'tolerate' her.
My elder in terms of seniority. She has treated me well so far and we work well together. I believe we've established a good bond and trust that will benefit our clan. I view her as a cat who had shared her fair share of hardships and understands others. She is truly a saint.
Secretwish
A newer edition to my acquaintances. She is a queen, which makes me slightly suspicious, but she seems different from my own mother. Her actions make me see her as a caring cat rather than a rat. I'm all the same, wary.
Swiftbear
I hate her. She's too uptight and I think she knows it. I see her as a weak link, no fighting skills, nothing. But I guess, if I'm staying I'll need to 'tolerate' her.
