Post by **xRainyx** on Jun 25, 2009 13:45:07 GMT -5
Name: Cursedheart
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Description: Cursedheart takes after his father's structure. Though most cats wouldn't notice because of his unusually long fur covering his features. The only thing cats notice about Cursedheart that is similar with his father's is his large size. But besides that, he has nothing in common with his mother, nor father, besides his eye color.
He takes after both his mother and father in his unique gaze, which is a mix of bright, warm amber and icy blue. But there are a lot of unknown facts about where he got the rest of his looks. Especially his long fur, which is unusual among WindClan cats. Though, luckily, his fur is a little on the long side, but it isn't too long like most cats would imagine. So you can tell he is slim.
His tortoiseshell fur is also something of a mystery. Some say it was probably taken from Icewish's side of the family, and some say it was taken from a long lost sibling from Sunrise's side. No one knows. Though, overall, his fur color is something to look at. Not like most tortoiseshells, his is more of a faint color, and instead of black and caramel in his fur it's gray and tan with a few streaks of a dark caramel color.
Personality: Along with his father's large but slim body, he also shares Sunrise's personality. He is very shy, and he might even be shier than Sunrise himself. And unlike his father, no matter how much you are friends with him, he is shy and quiet and would rather listen than talk.
He is known as a mysterious tomcat, always the outcast in everything and never socializing. Cursedheart has no confidence in himself, and is spotted as weak. He isn't strong, nor is he fast. But, he does have something that makes up for his lack of physical energy, his mental energy. In simple terms, he is extremely smart. This will come in handy in both battle and hunting one day.
But no one knows much about Cursedheart, not even his parents. He barely talks, he doesn't show much skill, and he doesn't join in on any activities. He isn't the one to be called brave or courageous, but hopefully, the day will come for him to be known for his wit and loyalty. Cursedheart's only wish is to be noticed.
Crush: None
History: Cursedheart was born into WindClan by Icewish, a former loner, his mother, and his siblings Sandkit, Whisperkit, and Goldenkit. His father, Sunrise, was a kind-hearted, shy warrior who was dedicated to visit them from time to time. But out of everyone, Cursedheart was the most shyest and never seemed to be very close to anyone due to him being a bit of a loner and never really talking much.
He was like that even at apprenticeship, being left out of any apprentice game or conversation. Some cats think he's too weak because of his shyness, or it's not shyness at all. Just that he thought he was better than anyone else. His mentor, who was a serious one, never understood him and thought he was weak, also.
But he was a smart cat, so he caught on to lessons well and did his best to fight and hunt well. But he was never good at the parts you had to act upon. Just the parts you had to memorize or learn or think about. But if you had to say he was good at something, it would be hunting. He wasn't very good at it, but he was decent enough to catch a mouse once in a while.
He kept on practicing alone at hunting, wanting to be useful. But didn't practice much on battle training because he hated fighting. Every night he'd sneak away to build up on his hunting skills, wanting to prove himself. Before his warrior ceremony he practiced harder, because his siblings died while they were sneaking out of camp exploring together.
When he was a warrior, there was only more tragedy. His mother was attacked by a badger, and his father died saving her, though his mother died anyway due to deep wounds. He felt guilty of not proving he'd be a good warrior to them before their death, but at least he could prove his Clan that. One day he would...
Roleplay Ex: Warm sunshine was dappling the ground with a gleeful sensation, a cool breeze blowing through tortoiseshell fur that belonged to Cursekit. His blue-amber gaze gleamed happily as he basked in the welcoming sight of his friends.
Then suddenly, sunshine was blinded by dark, threatening clouds and the cool, light breeze was replaced by harsh cold wind. After Cursekit observed this, he shifted his worried eyes back to the cats he felt joy with. But their figures were replaced by dark, battle-ready cats, their eyes gleaming red as they pierced Cursekit with a death-like glare...
Cursekit's head flew up, his eyes opening wide. Panting in fear, his shallow breathing slowly turned normal as he realized he was in the same familiar den he was born in. Shaking slightly from the dream he thought about his nightmare. His worst nightmare. It was also a nightmare he lived in in reality.
Fear always engulfed him, every paw step he took, just because of fearing that he'll always be alone...unnoticed...afraid of the world...and one day the world will turn away from him completely.
Clearing his mind, he heaved himself and looked around. It was early morning, and his sister, Goldenkit, and his mother were both awake. Embarrassed by his actions earlier caused by his dream he dipped his head in shy greetings. Glancing at his mother he meowed in a quiet voice, "C-can I go outside..?"
Codeword: Nightcloud
