Post by Roxie ! on Jan 25, 2007 20:01:31 GMT -5
NAME;; Macavity
AGE;;26 Moons
GENDER;; Tom
CLAN;; BloodClan
POSITION;; Warrior
DESCRIPTION;; Macavity is a sleek, wild-furred tom. His is very tall, but slim. You'd think he never ate anything, although his ribs don't quite show yet. His fur is wirey and usually sticks out in all directions. No one can exactly place what kind of cat Macavity is. His pelt is a fiery array of stripes, both white and black splotched, although his undercoat seems to be a dirty shade of ginger. Particularly around his head,chest,and tail, Macavity's fur grows longer, and is slightly brown in color. This gives him a lion-like appearance. His claws are unusually long, and his fangs jagged and almost crooked looking. He has very long long whiskers, and a surprisingly smooth, deep voice. Macavity's eyes are a fierce yellow color...almost hypnotizing. He is a very feral looking tom, to say the least, although there is an almost roguish handsomeness about him.
PERSONALITY;; If there were ever a theory that BloodClanners weren't necessarily bad cats, Macavity dashes it. His personality is wild and rogue-like. He is quite mysterious, and prefers being alone to handing around the other cats. He is very dangerous and extremely unpredictable. He is a very cunning tom, his mind extremely complex and always working on ways to spread chaos. He is very subtle, and patient with his multiple schemes. Forest domination? Not quite on his agenda, although he wouldn't say no to it. But Macavity would rather see the lives of the Clans, so seemingly organized, in complete chaos. He works in ways of corruption, toys with others minds, and drives them to do dangerous things. He is a bit twisted, and some say a little crazy. But no, Macavity knows what he's doing. He is a criminal if there ever was one. However, his manners seem flawless. He likes to leave that impression...at first. He is extremely flirty, although he doesn't know the meaning of the word 'love'. He merely flirts and flatters she-cats for the fun of it...or to get something he wants. Although he prefers these subtle tactics, Macavity is an excellent fighter when it comes to it. He despises the Clans, and wishes to see every one of them...well, not dead, but miserable. To see how the rest of them have to live, without their precious beliefs and warrior code. He is truly a piece of work...a dangerous one.
HISTORY;; Macavity was born a rogue. His father abandoned him and his litter-mates when they were very young, not even a moon old. The litter of five kittens didn't last long. It had been a Leaf-Bare birth, and soon all but two of the kittens had died. The two were, of course, Macavity, and his younger sister, Rumpelteazer. As the two grew older, his strength seemed slightly alarming. At least, to his mother. Macavity felt that she suffocated them. And so, one night, he convinced Rumpelteazer to run away with him. And run they did. Straight into BloodClan territory. The two were taken prisoner, but Macavity liked what he saw once he had entered the camp. No rules, no good, no StarClan...just chaos. Chaotic lives melting together as one that threatened all. And so, when the offer came, Macavity gladly joined, and eased his sister into doing so as well. But to fully become a BloodClan warrior, he had to spill the blood of his kin. And so, Macavity re-entered his mother's barn on the night of the full moon...and killed her. Ever since, he has changed. He has become more dark, twisted, complex. And his work is far from done.
CRUSH;; Hah! Never.
AGE;;26 Moons
GENDER;; Tom
CLAN;; BloodClan
POSITION;; Warrior
DESCRIPTION;; Macavity is a sleek, wild-furred tom. His is very tall, but slim. You'd think he never ate anything, although his ribs don't quite show yet. His fur is wirey and usually sticks out in all directions. No one can exactly place what kind of cat Macavity is. His pelt is a fiery array of stripes, both white and black splotched, although his undercoat seems to be a dirty shade of ginger. Particularly around his head,chest,and tail, Macavity's fur grows longer, and is slightly brown in color. This gives him a lion-like appearance. His claws are unusually long, and his fangs jagged and almost crooked looking. He has very long long whiskers, and a surprisingly smooth, deep voice. Macavity's eyes are a fierce yellow color...almost hypnotizing. He is a very feral looking tom, to say the least, although there is an almost roguish handsomeness about him.
PERSONALITY;; If there were ever a theory that BloodClanners weren't necessarily bad cats, Macavity dashes it. His personality is wild and rogue-like. He is quite mysterious, and prefers being alone to handing around the other cats. He is very dangerous and extremely unpredictable. He is a very cunning tom, his mind extremely complex and always working on ways to spread chaos. He is very subtle, and patient with his multiple schemes. Forest domination? Not quite on his agenda, although he wouldn't say no to it. But Macavity would rather see the lives of the Clans, so seemingly organized, in complete chaos. He works in ways of corruption, toys with others minds, and drives them to do dangerous things. He is a bit twisted, and some say a little crazy. But no, Macavity knows what he's doing. He is a criminal if there ever was one. However, his manners seem flawless. He likes to leave that impression...at first. He is extremely flirty, although he doesn't know the meaning of the word 'love'. He merely flirts and flatters she-cats for the fun of it...or to get something he wants. Although he prefers these subtle tactics, Macavity is an excellent fighter when it comes to it. He despises the Clans, and wishes to see every one of them...well, not dead, but miserable. To see how the rest of them have to live, without their precious beliefs and warrior code. He is truly a piece of work...a dangerous one.
HISTORY;; Macavity was born a rogue. His father abandoned him and his litter-mates when they were very young, not even a moon old. The litter of five kittens didn't last long. It had been a Leaf-Bare birth, and soon all but two of the kittens had died. The two were, of course, Macavity, and his younger sister, Rumpelteazer. As the two grew older, his strength seemed slightly alarming. At least, to his mother. Macavity felt that she suffocated them. And so, one night, he convinced Rumpelteazer to run away with him. And run they did. Straight into BloodClan territory. The two were taken prisoner, but Macavity liked what he saw once he had entered the camp. No rules, no good, no StarClan...just chaos. Chaotic lives melting together as one that threatened all. And so, when the offer came, Macavity gladly joined, and eased his sister into doing so as well. But to fully become a BloodClan warrior, he had to spill the blood of his kin. And so, Macavity re-entered his mother's barn on the night of the full moon...and killed her. Ever since, he has changed. He has become more dark, twisted, complex. And his work is far from done.
CRUSH;; Hah! Never.
